The Devil's ToyBox
Ketti:Oh, look, it's meeeeee~ (It's the JuJuVerse version, actually.) Enjoy!
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Chapter 2- A Moonlit Walk In The Trenches
A Midian's base nature is a vicious creature, delighting in war and death, and feasting on the blood of innocent and guilty alike. Girlycard and Walter have a rendezvous with a particular silver haired vampiress and her mismatched eyes during the war.
Guter tag zum Sterben!
Allied forces are comin'
They burnt it to ashes
And it all came down~
Guter tag zum Sterben is German for "it's a good day to die"
In the rotting ashes of desiccated buildings, a figure in white skipped through a courtyard, singing in a high soprano voice as her crimson parasol kept the gray flakes from sticking to her pristine clothes. Beneath her bleached boots blackened bones cracked and splintered to fragments, her song never ceasing even as the rats descended from the hills to scavenge the remains.
A raven cawed from the top of a dry well house, and she paused to tilt her umbrella back, revealing a pixie like face with mismatched blue and red eyes. The girl bowed her head to the red clawed bird and pulled a bell from her jacket pocket to fling in offering. The raven accepted her gift and winged away into the night, scattering the ashes of countless bodies in its wake.
The figure in white with her odd cats eyes nodded and turned to the west where the pale moon was rising, her pouting lips spreading into a menacing grin of sharp jagged teeth. "Guter tag zum Sterben!"
In the next second she was gone, leaving not a trace of her passage. The abandoned and blackened shell of the war camp was left to wait, the 'evidence' destroyed to mortal senses, but monsters knew their own.
Tucked deep into an unoccupied trench, and dug slightly into the wall so that one would have to crawl into the pit to find the half formed chamber, lay a young man sleeping atop what looked like a coffin. The raven haired youth had a deceptively peaceful expression curling his smooth face, but even as the lady with her parasol shook off the debris from the red fabric, she could see a glint of light trailing away from the male's fingers and lining the dirt floor.
Canting her head to one side curiously, a malicious lilt curled her red lips as her sweet soprano sang into the former quiet of the would-be cave. "Bună seara Maestre, ai dormit bine?"
The young man jerked awake in an instant, and the razor wire attached to his fingers swept up to surround the white clad woman – who merely laughed and popped open her parasol to swing the crimson shield around, as though swatting a fly.
Flabbergasted, the youth paused for a split second, and another figure in white – only this one had eyes the color of spilled blood and hair dark as sin – melted out of the coffin to stand in front of the boy.
"Băiatul tău e adorabil! Pot să-l împrumut când ai terminat?"
A black hound crawled out of the shadows at the intruder's back, but she paid him no mind, only gracing the pair in front of her a fanged smile of exuberance.
The ravenette's brow arched and she crossed her arms over her chest, unimpressed, "Do your siblings know you are loose?"
The unrepentant stranger opened her mouth to answer, but was cut off sharply by the ginger eyed female's voice dropping into a harsh masculine command, "In English if you will, Nekette, I will not be your translator for your amusement."
The vampire identified as Nekette pouted briefly, "But Master…"
The two undead shared a silent stare down even as the hellhound nipped at Nekette's sleeve, demanding she pet his multi eyed head. "Fine! But I meant what I said, he's absolutely precious."
Walter, understanding that he was the topic of their turn in conversation, straightened up behind the intimidating form of Alucard to flex his fingers, the razor wire coiling around his form in a threatening half-seen cocoon.
Alucard snorted, the feminine lilt returning to his voice, "But he's mine, Nekette, keep your greedy paws off."
The Draculina flashed an endearing smile at the silently fuming human as she cooed over the shaggy dog. "Of course, Master! But since I found you…"
"She's not staying!" Walter barked, and Girlycard cackled, looking terribly amused.
"That's not your decision, boy."
"Bullshit." Walter snarled,
"Such language in front of a lady!" Nekette scolded, amusement clear in her demonic gaze as she waggled her finger at the irate teen. "Tsk, young people these days. No respect."
Girlycard swiped at Nekette, who ducked and grinned playfully, "As I recall, you still fit into that category when you allow yourself to wallow." She scolded the intruder, sounding both amused and exasperated. Nekette batted her lashes coquettishly and tittered as her Sire rolled his eyes. "Kitty and Izzy forgot to tell me I couldn't go on walks in the battlefield," Nekette purred, "Do you want to go on a walk with me, Master? It's a beautiful night out, and the smell of blood is like perfume in the air."
Walter scoffed, grunting something under his breath about bullets and moving targets.
"What was that, boy?" Nekette crooned, sliding the tip of her parasol under Walter's chin to tip his head up,
The violet eyed teen snarled at her, glaring murderously, "I said that it'd be a great idea, one less vampire in the world." Meaning he hoped she died.
She snickered, and turned her gaze to her Sire with an endearing pout, "Can I keep him? Or at least borrow him? He's so adorable!"
Walter tried to jerk back, but she grabbed his shoulder and pulled him up to her chest, though she was shorter than him and he was forced to breathe through her hair. "Come! Walk with Sister Kette. I'll protect you from the nasty bullets." She simpered, as though talking to a child.
Walter glared at Alucard, blaming this whole fiasco on the girlyfied vampire, who chuckled darkly and stepped forward to lock her arm with Nekette, trapping Walter between them. "Yes, I think a walk is a wonderful idea."
Walter immediately regretted not fighting harder, as his arms were pulled nearly out of their sockets by the two females, who were engaged in a silent tug-of-war of sorts for full possession of the young male.
Walter flicked some blood from his cheek while he watched dispassionately as Nekette finished beating some hapless german soldier to death with his own severed arm. Alucard was perched on a barbed wire fence as if it were a park bench, calmly sipping a porcelain teacup full of blood from the night's 'entertainment'. Amazingly both vampires' white outfits remained pristine and shining in the gloom of the battlefield. Walter was sure they did it just to mock him.
Glancing down at his dusty pants and shoes, he huffed and tried to straighten his clothing, brushing ash and bone dust from his sleeves as he surveyed the area for any signs of movement.
"Feeling a little dirty, pretty boy?" Nekette simpered, leaning so close to Walter's face he could clearly smell the blood wafting on her breath, "Sister Kette will clean them for you… if you take them off." The pixie like face split into a manic grin as she licked her lips and leered at him suggestively. He growled and took a half step back, casting a quick glance over his shoulder at Girlycard only to find an identical expression of near insanity and lust on the ravenette's heart shaped face. Fuck.
His fingers tensed as he stood straighter, back stiff as he gave the newer of the two vampires a frosty look, "I'll manage on my own, thank you." He forced out between grit teeth, the last thing he wanted was another power struggle between the two over him, he'd thought they'd tear him apart with their tug of war at the beginning of their 'walk'.
They managed to walk a good half-mile, taking a detour into an empty trench with the moon at their backs before the psychotic female on his left froze for a fraction of a second. Walter felt a slight shiver work it's way down her body, but her smile remained and her expression showed nothing of whatever it was she felt.
A moment later he knew what it was as a much larger, adult shadow loomed up behind him and grabbed her shadow, which immediately began to writhe. Letting go of his arm, his "companion" swung her umbrella around as she turned on her heel and pointed it threateningly at the intruder.
"LEGGO!" She shrieked at the top of her lungs.
Although his shadow was still wrestling with hers, the man standing behind them had his arms crossed and looked sternly at her.
"You've been bad," he began in an accent that sounded russian, but Walter couldn't be sure.
"Naughty, naughty," Kette whispered aside to Walter in a singsong tone. The man sucked in a breath through his teeth and Walter could see his hands opening and closing into fists.
"I'm being more than patient with you. It's time to come home. You've worried your sister half to death," he told her firmly. "Do you think it's funny to make her worry about you?"
Walter wasn't the one being guilt-tripped, but even he was a little put off by the mans tone.
Kette wilted for a split second before she laughed, the sound high and grating, like nails on a chalkboard. "Oh, Kitty always worries! Always telling Kette not to do something! Fooie!" The little silverette sniffed haughtily and swung her parasol up over her shoulder, opening it with a graceful swoop of crimson fabric. The shadows still writhed behind them, Walter saw out of the corner of his eye, but now the effeminate one was swinging her own umbrella like a sword, though the large one seemed unimpressed.
The man sucked in an audible breath through his teeth as he glared at her, "She worries for a reason!" He snapped, losing some of his cool demeanor, "If you acted your age we'd have more trust in you, and you'd actually be allowed to do things."
Kette sniffed, spinning her umbrella around in a blur of red fabric, "What's the fun in that?"
Girlycard spoke up for the first time, the masculine voice at odds with the feminine face, "Issak is right, you know, if Katya tells you not to do things, it's usually for a reason. You should obey your siblings, Nekette."
The girl threw him a wounded look, umbrella closing with a snap behind her head. Sniffling, she turned and kicked the wall of the trench, nearly collapsing it. "Not fair! Ganging up on poor Kette. Kette only-" she started to sniffle louder, breath hitching in her throat, "only wanted to have a nice – hic – walk with Ma-aaaster." She burst into bloody tears and hid her face in her gloves, staining the white fabric to match her forgotten parasol.
The Master vampire scoffed, giving Issak a look that clearly said 'deal with this' while Walter stared. He just... stared. Like the hysterical woman had grown a second head.
Only the man reacted in any large way. He seemed completely awkward and uncomfortable as he sidestepped to where the girl lay blubbering on the ground.
"D-don't cry... Come now," he muttered under his breath as he toed her with the edge of his pristine black boot. "Kitty will be mad if you stain your nice clothes-"
The girl sobbed louder, the only audible words being a repeated "master, walk," and "can't do anything I want!" It was like she'd turned from a pervy vampiress into a perpetual three year old.
"Now, now," he continued, barely reaching out a hand to poke at her hair, apparently trying to pat her on the head. "Do-do you want to see Katya?" He finally asked helplessly; he obviously had no idea how to stop her from crying. Walter was pretty sure this "Katya" did, though, and had done so on many prior occasions.
The blubbering mess of a vampire turned and latched onto Issak with a wailing cry, "Kette wants Kitty!" The girl's shadow was clinging to his as well, though Walter noticed it was attached to his head.
The man looked up at them for a moment before vanishing, and Walter couldn't help but breath a sigh of relief. "Your Childe will never cease to disturb me, Alucard."
The white clad vampire tittered and looped her arm back into Walter's, a shadow portal opening in the section of wall that Kette had weakened. "Yes, it was a lovely walk, wasn't it?"
Translations: (Did I miss one?)
"Bună seara Maestre, ai dormit bine?"
"Good evening, Master, did you sleep well?"
"Băiatul tău e adorabil! Pot să-l împrumut când ai terminat?"
"Your boy is adorable! Can I borrow it when you're done? "