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Chapter 4: Important Information Awaits You, Cagalli
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Kira rolled his eyes in exasperation. He frowned as she continued to shake her leg rapidly. "Cagalli…"
Her head snapped to him. "What?" she snapped.
"You're shaking your leg again…."
She groaned as she shot up to her feet. "Well what the hell do you expect?! I can't just sit here and do nothing! I'm not patient Kira! I need to go out there and do something!"
He sighed as he rolled up the newspaper, stood up, and whacked her on the head.
"What the hell was that for?!" she growled.
Kira shrugged. "For not listening to what Miriallia said. Plus, I promised her to keep you out of trouble until you fully recovered."
"And you do that by whacking me in the head?!"
"Pretty much."
Cagalli exhaled angrily from her nose as she crossed her arms over her chest and looked away. She was bored. She was fidgety. Damnit! She couldn't sit still. She needed to do something, anything! But her stupid wrist wouldn't let her do much (or Kira for that matter).
"I'm going out."
Kira looked up from the newspaper. "What? Where?"
"Out," she repeated as she walked to the door. She grabbed her zip-up gray sweater, her keys, and her gun (just in case) and headed out the door.
Kira let out a sigh as he shook his head. He wondered what kind of trouble she was going to get herself into.
He frowned as he dropped his suitcase on the floor and scanned the place. The apartment was small compared to his room he was used to at the mansion. It had all the necessities and more. The shades (which were black) were drawn closed, casting shadows in the room. He walked to the shades and pulled them aside, his lips curling into a smirk.
"Time to work," he whispered. As the shades fell back into place, the room was empty once again.
"This is ridiculous, what am I; four?" she muttered under her breath as she walked down the street from her huge three story house. The house was an heirloom of sorts from her late guardian; Uzumi Nara Athha. He passed away around the time that she met Kira. He was her teacher that further helped her enhance her already natural killing skills.
She let out a puff of breath. It was rather windy today, and somewhat humid, she guessed it was probably because of the rain from last night. Well, no matter, she wasn't wrongly dressed; unless black sweatpants, a long-sleeved shirt, and a gray sweater were wrong.
She brought her focus back around her. There were hardly any people in the streets, which she found odd because it was only three in the afternoon. Was it because of the weather? As soon as she walked five blocks down, she found her answer.
"A flea market…" she mused. She shrugged. She had nothing else to do, so why not glance around and check out the stuff? As she walked further into the flea market, she saw that it was packed. So, this is where the people disappeared to, she thought.
She was hit with various aromas and noises. She saw food stands, electronic stands, all kinds of stands. She decided to check out the electronic stand, maybe she could buy something and flaunt it in front of Kira (but only if it was the latest techno toy or something).
"Hello miss, how can I help you?"
"Oh, I'm just looking around," she murmured.
"Oh, well take your time. We have all kinds of things."
"Yeah, so I see…" her gold-brown eyes scanned over the many things that were set out in front of her. Half of those things she didn't even know what they were used for. How the hell could Kira be interested in such confusing things? She sighed as she shook her head and straightened.
I guess flaunting won't happen, she thought. She walked away from the stand and ventured further into the market.
His eyes followed her every move. Apparently, she wasn't very good with technology gadgets. He silently chuckled as he walked away from the flower stand and followed after her.
As he followed her, he couldn't help but notice that she would always scrunch her nose at things she couldn't understand and sigh heavily at things that bored her. She was strange….No, she was more of an open book to him—and he found that rather amusing and beneficial.
He was leaning against a pole from a shawl stand when he saw her stop abruptly and turn her head sharply to the left—the most deserted part of the market. He narrowed his eyes as she saw her glance around and run over to where she had glanced to.
Just what the hell had she—? His eyes narrowed down to slits; blood.
Cagalli ran further into the deserted part of the market where antique things were sold. Almost no one went here. She ran past candy stands, trailer homes that were up for sale, and then finally, she reached the small little stand of antiques that was nestled in between an alley.
She immediately halted to a stop. She bent down, pulled up her sweatpants legging on her right leg, and grasped the handle of her gun. She scowled as she ran forward into the little tent. Her breathe hitched at the sight.
In the middle of all the cluttered mess, a female vampire was holding a middle 30-ish man by the collar of his shirt and feeding off of him.
The man was whimpering and his breathing was ragged. His eyes rolled up to Cagalli, pleadingly. "Help me, please…Help…"
The female vampire's pitch dark red eyes opened and looked up at her. She raised her right hand to her waist's length and in one swift movement, forced her hand through the man's stomach.
The man yelled in pain as blood trickled from his mouth. His pupils were dilating—he was dead.
Cagalli snapped her teeth shut as she changed her casual-standing stance to a fighting stance. She raised the gun in front of her, her scowl deepening.
The vampire had chin-length dark-magenta hair. Her skin was whitely pale and her lips were smeared with blood, some even dripping down her chin. She raised the man's body up and flung it to the back part of the tent like nothing. She leaned forward, her arms out-stretched at either side of her, her nails sharp, and her lips curling over her blood-stained fangs as she hissed.
Cagalli snickered. "What's the matter? Can you not talk? Or what, are you a newborn?"
"What's it to you what I am or am not?" she hissed.
"Ah, a newborn I see. Well newborn, allow me to cut your life expectancy short." Cagalli's eyebrows knitted together as she narrowed her eyes. In one fluid movement, she pulled the trigger of the gun and shot at the vampire— the bullet whizzing straight in the direction of the heart.
The vampire hissed loudly as she dodged it, but a little too slowly. She screeched as she grabbed her right shoulder, the bullet had scraped past it. She held the wound as she glared at Cagalli. She opened her mouth, her fangs being emphasized and hissed menacingly.
"Hn, does it hurt that much? Wow, you must be a very weak new-born. Is that why you're solo; because your clan didn't want you?"
"Shut your mouth you stupid bitch!" the vampire opened her eyes, "I'll kill you!" she shrieked as she flash-stepped forward to her.
Cagalli threw herself to the side, rolling quickly to her feet before being caught off guard. But the vampire was in such a fit of rage that she had managed to accelerate her disappearing and grabbed a hold of Cagalli's hair.
"Fuck…"
The vampire smirked as she forced Cagalli to stand by pulling her hair. She brought her lips to her ear and whispered, "Now who seems to be pathetic?"
"You still do."
"What?!"
Cagalli elbow thrusted the vampire in the stomach, making it stumble a few steps away from the blow. She then proceeded to turn around, a kick being thrown. The vampire flew straight to the back of the tent, breaking a couple of antique vases along the way.
The vampire shook her head as she growled. She stood up and glared daggers at Cagalli. She was going to kill her, no matter what. She lunged at Cagalli.
Cagalli immediately shot another bullet again, for which the vampire dodged. "Damn it all," she muttered. She looked up in time to see that the vampire was a couple of inches away. She punched the vampire with her right arm and saw her fly to the ground.
"Now, for your death sentence," she stood in front of the vampire and pointed the gun to her chest. Just as she was about to shoot her ass, the handgun was thrown out of her hand. "What the…?"
"I can't let you kill her."
Her head snapped up. "It's…You…"
Athrun shoved his hands into his pockets as he sauntered to her.
But, how had he gotten the gun out of my grasp? I mean, I didn't even feel…
Athrun smirked at her expression, reading her thoughts perfectly—open book. "How did I slap away your favorite weapon? And how come you didn't feel my presence?"
Cagalli gasped as she felt his hot breath on her neck.
"Because, I'm a vampire, and you're a human. That in itself should be pretty self-explanatory don't you think?"
"You bastard!" Cagalli turned around to punch him but all she hit was the air.
"Oh, you're slower then last time, aren't you?"
She turned her head sharply to the left side of the (now horribly ruined) tent. She glared at him as she reached for a piece of the chandelier that had broken.
Athrun looked on, an impassive expression on his face. He narrowed his eyes as he saw what she was trying to do. He disappeared in a flash and stood behind her, holding her left hand behind her back.
Cagalli yelped in pain. Damn, she thought, he's got a hold of my sprained wrist.
"My, my, it seems sprained doesn't it? Was it from our little quarrel prior to this one?"
"Tch," Cagalli's right hand tightened into a fist. She had to make it quick if she wanted to at least land a blow on him. She growled as she threw her elbow behind her, hoping that maybe her elbow would hit him. Unfortunately—
"Cagalli, you're being rude," Athrun looked down at the vampire that was sprawled on the ground—her eyes still a bloody red. He heaved Cagalli up to her feet and threw her aside.
Cagalli grunted as she fell to the floor on her back.
Athrun knelt down beside the girl. "You, you're a newborn aren't you? Who bit you?"
The vampire just looked up at him, her chest rising up and down with every breath she took. Her blood-dried lips were set in a straight line.
Athrun gave her a small warm smile. "Are you not going to answer me? Are you afraid?"
Cagalli propped herself up with her elbows. She flinched when she put weight on her left wrist. She looked up to see that Athrun had his back to her. She glanced around her and noticed that the gun was laying in the clutter a couple of feet away; determination flashed in her golden-brown eyes.
"Well, seeing as you won't answer me, would you mind me taking you somewhere where they'll take care of you?"
"How, how am I so sure you aren't lying to me?" her voice sounded raspy.
He smiled. "Because I keep my word," he held out a hand for her and she took it. He helped her up and looked at her. "What's your name?"
"Lunamaria, Lunamaria Hawke."
He nodded, "Well Lunamaria Hawke, I'm going to need you to go outside for a bit okay? I need to take care of some…"—he glanced over his shoulder to see Cagalli unconscious on the ground—"Business."
Lunamaria nodded obediently.
"Oh, and Lunamaria?" she turned around at his voice. "Wipe the dry blood off of your lips, it'll raise suspicion."
She nodded and walked out of the tent, her mad blood-thirst finally at ease.
Athrun sighed as he turned back to Cagalli. He walked over to her and bent down. He brushed off strands of hair from her face. He examined her face; she looked so serene, so calm and not hell-bent on revenge.
"Ah Cagalli, Cagalli; what to do with you? I suppose I could take you back to the mansion with me, or I could possibly take you as my slave. What do you propose?" He looked down at her, as if her face would give him the answer. "Well, no matter, I'll just have to take you with me." He grabbed her by the waist and slung her over his shoulder. Just as he was about to start walking though, he heard the gun being cocked.
"I propose, you put me the fuck down and let yourself die at my hands!"
"Making everything so difficult are you?" he disappeared again, Cagalli falling to the ground.
She put her hands out in front of her to break her fall, bad choice. Her face contorted in agony as she felt a jab of pain run through her left wrist.
"You're injured so easily?" He stood above her, looking down at her with those amazing dark green eyes.
She glared at him. "You're underestimating me, you filthy vampire," she sneered.
Athrun sighed. "Must I teach you manners?" he bent down and picked her up by the collar. He saw that she was raising the gun for which he immediately threw her to the end of the tent.
She yelled as she hit and broke a table full of antique treasures. She closed her eyes as she moved her legs from side to side, the pain coursing throughout her entire body. Damn did it suck when she got her ass kicked, why couldn't it just be regular vampires that were dimwitted and morons who didn't know how to fight for shit?
Her eyes snapped open at the sound of crunching glass. She looked up and yelled in anger as Athrun picked her up once again by the collar and pinned her against the wall of the alley, the cover sheet of the tent slightly falling. She tried to raise her right hand to point the gun at his face but he pinned her wrist to the wall.
He stared at her as he held her up by the neck with his left hand and pinned her right wrist with the right. "Now, are you going to behave or not?"
She glared down at him, hatred never-faltering in her eyes. "Screw off."
"Fine," he tightened his hold on her neck, causing her to gasp. He leaned his body close to hers and brought his lips to her ear. "Don't worry, I won't harm you now, just rough you up a bit. But know this; I'll always be watching you no matter where you go. So if I see a newborn that could possibly be an ally to us in defeating you or arousing something dormant inside of you, I shall always appear and take it with me. Understood?"
Her face was heated, her breathing coming out short. Something dormant inside of her? What did he mean by that? With every ounce of strength she could muster, she brought her knee up, trying to knee-thrust him.
He stepped away from her before she could, causing her to fall to the ground. He smirked. "Until next time, Cagalli."
Cagalli looked up, her right hand grasping her neck and her left hand lying on her lap, the gun right beside her. She watched him disappear again and cursed under her breath; today sucked.
Athrun sprinted to the mansion, the new girl, Lunamaria, in tow. He dodged tree branches, vines, and accelerated his speed as soon as he saw it in view.
Lunamaria followed him diligently, silence only seeping through her lips.
Athrun halted to a stop in front of the glass doors. He glanced behind him to see if Lunamaria was still there and had kept up with him—she had. He proceeded to open the door and step in. his footsteps echoed in the marble room. He looked around him and noticed that it was quietly, oddly quiet.
He glanced behind him at Lunamaria. "Stay here."
She nodded stiffly, her arms resting at her sides.
Athrun looked straight ahead as he walked to the steps that led to his father's office. He walked swiftly, almost gracefully, without making so much as a noise. He straightened his normal attire (which consisted of almost everything black) before knocking on his door.
"Come in."
Athrun inhaled as he pushed open the doors and walked in, letting the doors close themselves behind him.
His father looked up from some documents he had spread on his dark oak desk; his eyes widening in surprise. "Athrun, what are you doing here? Did you not already leave for the assignment I had assigned you?"
"Yes father, I have. But you see, I followed her and she stumbled upon a newborn."
"Hmm, a newborn you say?"
Athrun nodded.
His father dropped the document he was holding and leaned back in his black, leather chair. He brought his folded hands up to his chest, laying them there. "So, tell me, has she yet…?"
"No, I'm afraid that she has yet not. And, I don't think she's realized it or knows about it either."
"So, she has no knowledge of it then?"
"No."
"Hm, so I see," his father mused. "We could, possibly use this to our advantage. After all, she is a legacy of sorts, thanks to her damned parents."
"Yes, she could come to our side if we play our cards right; she could be a very good, powerful weapon to us in defeating the other clan."
His father's eyes narrowed at the mention of the word 'coven'. "Yes, the other clan," he sneered. He blinked away his hatred and looked up at Athrun. "What brings you here? Surely you just didn't come here to tell me this?"
"No, I did not. I came here to ask you to see if you could possibly let another one into our clan."
"Athrun…"
"Father, she is a newborn, she was causing havoc in broad daylight."
"Broad daylight you say?"
"Yes."
"Hmm, that won't do then," he looked at Athrun, "Bring her forth then, and leave her here. You have an assignment to accomplish."
"Yes father," Athrun turned around to leave and stopped midway when he remembered something. "Ah, father?"
"Yes?"
"Where is everyone?"
"Feeding."
"Oh."
"And, I've sent a group of six to take care of some…Pests."
"Pests?"
"Yes; clairvoyant pests."
"But how does that affect—"
His father cut him off. "They are heading to her place right now. They are well known around here, in fact, we have one of their own in our custody."
Athrun's eyes widened in realization, "they, they had a vision?"
"Yes, and they are going to tell her everything. That is why I have sent the group; to destroy them before they can reach her…"—Athrun's father turned around in his chair, the chair's back to Athrun—"They should be close soon."
Kira snapped his head up at the sound of the door slamming. He sighed. He knew that she was in a bad mood. He took off his goggles and gloves as he set down the wires he was working on. He pushed the chair away from the table and walked into the living room.
Cagalli muttered curses heatedly as she threw her dirty jacket on the couch, along with her gun and holster. She threw the keys on the table beside the door and jerked her head up at the sound of someone clearing their throat—it was Kira.
"Cagalli, why are you fuming? And why are you all bloody and dirty?" he leaned away from the doorway and walked over to her. He looked at her in the eyes.
She looked away from him, crossing her arms over her chest (but being careful with her left one). "Damn bastard, that's what happened; the damn bastard kicked my ass again,"—she looked at Kira—"And it made my sprained wrist worse."
Kira blinked. "Bastard? And who might that be?"
"The bastard who we fought yesterday!" she snapped.
Kira's purple eyes widened. "You saw them? You fought with them? All three of them?"
"No! But if I did…" she trialed off, her scowl coming back into her features.
Kira sighed as he shook his head. "Let me see your wrist."
Cagalli held it out for him to see.
He grabbed it gently and poked it with his finger.
"Ow! Kira what the hell is wrong with you?!" she jerked her wrist away from his hold and held it close to her chest.
He smiled sheepishly. "Sorry."
"Hn."
"Well anyways, it looks like I'm going to have to call Miriallia; it's swollen again."
Cagalli rolled her eyes. "Great, all she's gonna do is yell at me and bill me twice as much," she muttered.
"Well, maybe it's something for you to take into consideration and not be careless."
"Whatever,"—Cagalli walked around Kira and plopped herself down on the couch—"Speaking of money, any calls?"
"Yeah, there was only one."
"Only one?"
"Yep."
"Holy freaking hell, where are all the vamps?"
"Sleeping in their coffins?"—Kira sat on the couch's armrest—"But, this call was pretty weird. They said they had something important to tell you; something vital that could ultimately affect you and your loved ones, and quite possibly the world."
Cagalli's eyebrow arched. "Are you sure you're not just bullshitting me?"
"Honest, I'm not. That's what also came to thought, but they sounded serious."
"How serious?"
"Dead serious."
"Dead serious eh? Well, I guess I'll buy in. What'd they say?"
Kira handed her a piece of paper.
"Meet them at the corner of Angel and First Street, at eleven, by the lamppost?"—she looked up from the paper—"Hmm, it seems legit. So why not give it a try?"
"I'm not sure Cagalli…"
"Aw, come on Kira! What's the worst that can happen?" Cagalli grinned as she shot up to her feet and walked out of the living room.
Kira looked down at the wooden floor, his face set in a deep frown. "I've just got a bad feeling about this…"
"Mother, Father; are you both sure that she'll…?"
"She'll come, now hush up. We mustn't draw any attention to ourselves."
One of the cloaked figures let out a small, girlish sigh as she followed behind the other two cloaked figures. Their cloaks were a dark, purple shade and silken; their hoods drawn up, covering their faces.
"Come faster Lacus, we don't have time to be dawdling; we have something important we must do before they catch on."
"Yes father."
"Lacus, do you see or feel anything?"
"Let me check,"—she closed her eyes and burrowed her eyebrows in concentration—"I see…I see that she will come…But I also see an obstacle…."
"Obstacle…Hmm….Yes…I see it too."
Lacus opened her eyes to reveal her piercing cool, baby-blue eyes. Strands of her pink hair were cascading over her eyes. "Mother, are we…Will they…?"
"Yes that is why we must hurry; the time dear?"
Her father closed his eyes and opened them. "It's seven."
"Four more hours," Lacus murmured.
"Yes, but we must hurry."
All three of them nodded and continued their path; their destination, Cagalli.
"Oh, here they come."
"And right on cue as the other one predicted."
"Yeah, not only is she cute and hot, but she's also bloody powerful."
"No, not powerful, just gifted."
"Well, whatever, the point is that they won't know what's going to hit them."
"True, now shut up. Get ready; we're going in for the kill."
"Alright, now!"
Lacus, her mother, and her father all gasped and flinched as six silhouettes landed on the ground before them.
"Oh no…" she whispered.
One of the vampires raised it head, its eyes turning from black to red. "Oh yes…"
"But how…How did you know?!"
Another vampire spoke; "It's our little secret."
Her father pulled out a sword out of his cloak. "No matter, we will accomplish what we are set to do; you will not get in our way!"
The vampires snickered, their eyes a brilliant bloody red.
"Lacus get behind your mother and get ready!"
"Yes father!" she ran behind her mother and also pulled out her weapon—Sais.
"Alright, bring it!" one of the vampires yelled.
"Cagalli, don't you think it's a little bit too early? And besides, Miriallia said she'd be here before eleven!"
"Nope, I don't want to wait; I'm too curious to find out what they want to tell me that's so important."
"But Cagalli…"
"Kira, either you shut up or help me get prepared or you can stay here and wait—you're choice."
Kira sighed as he scowled at her. "Fine, but if you get anymore injuries, I'm not carrying you all the way back—you have to carry your lazy ass back."
"Lazy? Pfft. Yeah, sure," Cagalli put on her holster and wrapped a couple of shurikens around her right thigh. She fixed her above-knee length skirt and shrugged on her denim jacket. She pulled her hair out of her jacket and pulled her crucifix out into the open. She reached for her gun, cocked it, and shoved it into the holster. She looked up, "Ready?"
Kira cocked his handgun and looked at her. "It's all green."
"Alright then," she walked to the front door and turned to look at him. "Let's go, my date with destiny waits."
Replies to Reviews:
CagalliRules: Ahahaha! I updated, your wish is complete. Anymore?
Cagalliyulathha: well, it took me a while, but at least you were somewhat patient eh? Right?
Shiloah18: Um, no. Vampires can't read minds hehehe. Um, Yzak…Well…He doesn't have the scar yet, but he will soon. Actually, Athrun already knew Cagalli's name prior to Kira yelling it. Oh and well, Kira was able to pull out his gun because Dearka and Yzak weren't physically holding him; they were just surrounding him. Lol, yes, Miriallia knows something…But I won't tell what…It'll come up soon.
Hades.Throne.Heiress: Oh math sucks. I'm failing it right now; it's killing my GPA ( Stupid Algebra II. You have music? Cool, but only if you play like a non-boring instrument lol. Yeah, Athrun will find that it will be 'fun' to spy on her
DreamersLTD: Oh, don't worry, I so will continue this. In fact, I've gotten most of the plot done…Or figured out at least. Well, Cagalli's powers will manifest eventually, just not right now. And Lacus will play a somewhat part in it. And she will so surrender to Athrun, just not in the sense of Athrun biting her…More like in the sense of…Well….Liking each other. Hmm, I'm still thinking about Cagalli fighting with her comrades…But it's not set in stone yet. There will be something that will cause Athrun to betray his coven, but that's all I'm letting out. It will have a nice twist to it though.
Minstsuki: Lol. Glad you like the preface; I do too! And I will try to update sooner…Maybe.
Whitewingzero: Romeo and Juliet in this story? Lol, I never noticed. Hell, I wasn't even intending to apply that theme here. But I guess that whole star-crossed lover's thing does fit perfectly eh? Hahaha, I'm glad you're falling in love with my work (my work loves you too!). Oh, I didn't forget dear Lacus (as you've seen in the last couple of paragraphs).
Wyxlan Lonestar: And alas, I have updated, lol. Hope you enjoyed the update!
And well peeps, I must depart from the computer (I so didn't do my homework…Oops). Oh well. Um, well, hopefully the next update won't take as long (unless I procrastinate and run into writer's block again).
