We Own Nothing You Are Familiar With.

CHAP 10

Aella's POV:

Oh...fuck...

Barely blocking the attack aimed for my head, I slid one foot back behind me, relying on Rebellion's long blade to keep me balanced. In an instant, I had Ivory out to block the second attack aimed for my side. Stupid super-speed immortal with two freakin' weapons!! I shot at Cecilia's body, forcing her to back up a bit. Regaining myself, I slid Ivory back into place, swinging Rebellion over into my left hand. She came at me again, hardly more than a blur even to my eyes, my body instinctively moving on its own. She had her whole weight against me, but with a single hand I pushed her back again. Damn woman...ya might be able to beat me in genuine speed, but I won't lose in brute strength.
Teeth gritted together, I held the massive sword in both hands now, the blade pointed down towards my right. She came again, almost easily dodging the swing that, should it have connected, would've sliced her cleanly in two. As it were, when the blade came crashing down, the ceiling split and cracked underneath us. Weak building...it won't take much more than that til it caves in...so I either need to end this quickly or get off the roof...I tried maneuvering her around to where I'd be able to get off the roof somewhat safely, but each time she'd just pop up right back in front of me. Finally, I'd had enough.

"Damn it ya speed-ballistic blood-sucker knock it off!!" I caught her in a deadlock, forcing her to stay still. "Look, I have no clue as to what ya are talkin' about with this 'amulet' thing, but the only one I have is the one my father gave me! An' that's been in my family for ages. Now, if ya'd get off that blood-high of your's you would see that I'm rather busy..." I took a quick glance over towards the park not too far away. "Oh....shit--"

Wait, wait, wait...
Yer all pro'lly wonderin' why I'm here, an' where the hell I'm at, ne? So....
Backtracking a little bit...

"Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn it! Gah!!" I threw my hands up in the air in frustration, pacing back and forth. I glanced out the window again, shuddering.

"Something wrong, Miss Sparda...?"

I whipped around, my brain slowly translating what was just said. Italian was one of my worst languages. The pricks could speak English--damn it I've heard them speak it, though they were unaware of my elite hearing abilities--yet they refuse to do so with me, remaining instead in their mother-tongue. What was even more irritating was that we were in England, where English originated.I made a rather rude gesture at the man before replying, just for the hell of it, in Chinese that I was fine. His confused expression was enough to lift my mood a bit. Relenting, I hissed out that I needed nothing in Italian, hoping the annoying human would go away. He didn't.

"Dinner is almost ready if you would care to join us."

While I didn't like the idea of dinning with them, free food was something I wasn't about to pass up. Sighing in defeat, I nodded once, following after him. We passed several men of God, all of whom stared curiously at me, as we made our way towards the dinning room. I got the feeling that women, at least those dressed as I was, were not a common thing here. I kept a scowl on my face as we walked, shifting all weapons into more comfortable positions. I didn't like churches, but not for the whole 'angel-versus-demon-God-always-wins' thing. No, I simply found the decorations to be creepy.

In no time we were standing before a long table, more...humans clustered around in the relatively small space. I suppressed a shudder, glancing instead up towards the head of the table. My contractor was just getting there as well, catching my eye and motioning for me to go join him. I did so reluctantly. I had already met him once and immediately decided I did not like him. Nonetheless, I strode forward, taking his seat when he pulled a chair out for me. I dug in without prayer, devouring the simple meal of soup and bread quickly. I heard astonished murmurs from those nearby, rather rude comments from those farther away, before Maxwell spoke up.

"Miss Sparda, this is a House of God and we abide by certain rules here..." His look was pleasantly humble though his tone admonished me.
I stared/glared at him for a whole second before pulling Ebony out on him. "An' I'm a fuckin' demon. So what? Sit down, shut up, an' eat so we can get down to business. I don't like bein' here."

Silence greeted us, everyone but Maxwell staring at me in horror. Snorting at them, I holstered the black gun, mumbling incoherent things about 'men', 'stupid', and 'toys'. Maxwell finally sat down in the chair meant for me, eating the meal that had also been meant for me. From the look on his face, I could tell that the soup and bread I had eaten was of better quality that what the others were getting. I rolled my eyes in annoyance. As soon as he was finished eating, I stood up, taking hold of his collar and dragging him behind me. Once we were well out of sight and earshot, I slammed him up against a wall, pinning him in place.

"Now, now, Miss Sparda...no need to get so...violent." The man didn't seem fazed at all; rather he appeared rather excited. I shuddered.

"Look human." I pushed Blue Rose up under his throat to gain his full attention. "Jus' tell me who an' where I'm supposed to kill. I wanna get outta this creepy-ass place ASAP."

"If you keep addressing men like that, my dear child, you will never find a suitable partner--"

"What part of 'I'm a fuckin' demon' did you not get human?!" Brows twitching in annoyance, I cocked Blue Rose, readying her for blowing the man's brain out.

"You...you were....serious? About that..." Sighing, I let him go, briefly activating my devil side for him to see. "D-dear God!"

I caught him by the back of his shirt as he attempted to scramble away. "Look dude, give me a name an' a place an' you'll never see me again...well, I'll have'ta come back to get my payment, but other than that...oi-oi! Ugh...he fainted...damn idiot."

Groaning, I stood up, looking around. Someone's gotta know....Sighing heavily, I left his limp body laying on the ground going off in a random direction. Within moments I came across a rather large (in human terms, at least) man with a scar on his left cheek. I stopped the man with Red Queen, holding the blade carefully under his neck.

"Hi, vampire-slayer-for-hire here, looking for vampire. Can ya tell me a name an' address...please?" I stressed the last word, pressing forward on my sword ever-so-slightly.

Scar man grinned at me, tilting his head to one side. "I dun know if I know what ya be talkin' 'bouts..."

Sighing, now in annoyance, I reached behind me, easily pointing Ivory at him. Had he not been a man of God, I would have used a certain male appendage for leverage, but seeing as he was one, I opted to go for his accessories instead. Slipping my beautiful gun under his neck, I rested the tip against the cross hanging there, making sure to put enough pressure that he'd know what I was aiming at.

"My dear boy, you are too far from human to protect you. The rotten smell of monster boiling through your veins tells me that, though you started out as one, very little of your actual humanity remains. An' that gives me perfect reasons to kill you. I wonder what would happen if I were to shoot this beautiful little cross through your heart while taking your head off at the same time...?"

"...Ah...ya mean tha' vampire....in dat case..."

And now we're back to the present...and again, I repeat...

"Oh...shit--"