Title: Scarlet Tears

Genre: romance, horror, mild angst

Rating: M for language, lemon, and violence

Pairing: JohanXJudai

Summary: Johan, a vampire prince who is at Duel Academy, is forced to go back to his home after drinking the blood of Judai Yuki, his best friend. But he takes Judai with him, asking Judai to become his precious mate. But there's one vampire who wants Judai just as much as Johan does. Can Johan protect his angel from any harm?

Me: The next chapter, the next chapter!!

Lucy: Johan is pissed! So this chapter is Johan VS Madaline, the fight we have been waiting for! More over, we'd like to thank everyone for not killing us for typing this!

Me: Please enjoy this chapter! Go Johan! Murder the bitch!

Chapter Fourteen: Obsidian Black

Madaline crashed into the stone wall, almost dislocating her shoulder, but she didn't drop the knife. It was the only defense she had against the vampire prince. Madaline knew that she was at a disadvantage. She was in Johan's castle, his home, on his lands (Andersen). He was already unbeatable here. Add his pain and rage, and he was almost invincible. He could qualify for a Vampire God at the rate he was going.

Johan landed from the ceiling, where he had managed to get away from the blade of the knife. He smashed onto the ground, cracking the cobblestones in the process. He hissed at Madaline as she struggled to stand. He allowed his rage to turn him into a revenge-seeking monster, and the thought clouded his mind.

She would pay for what she did!

Madaline eventually rose to her feet and pointed the knife towards Johan. She couldn't lower it for a minute. If she so much as wavered in her movements, Johan would destroy her. There was no doubt that he would.

'He's not going to let me out alive,' Madaline thought. 'Someone is going to die by the time this fight ends.'

Madaline rushed Johan with the knife, slashing and cutting in his direction. Johan dodged each and every slash easily, slipping and sliding around gracefully, despite the rage that was slowly turning him into a beast. Madaline stabbed down, but Johan back flipped and dodged it as well, landing close to the table where Judai's body lay.

Johan sprang at Madaline, dodged the slash she made at his chest, and round-housed her to the wall. Madaline smashed into the wall with a heavy THUMP, a snarl of annoyance following soon after.

Madaline leapt to her feet and leaped at Johan with the knife. Johan leaped over the blade and clung to the ceiling, grabbing loose stones and hurling them in the direction of the vampire princess. All of them seemed to miss, except for a stone that clocked her hard on the forehead. She gripped the wounded area, a small trail of blood coming from it, as she collapsed to the ground. Johan's hand gripped another stone, waiting for her to come in his direction.

Madaline rolled over and glared at the prince with narrow golden eyes. She clenched her knife as tightly as she could, her knuckles turning white. She glanced to the stairs that led into the dungeon and made a dash for it. Johan was shocked, but shook it off. He watched as Madaline vanished up the stairs, into the room above.

Johan dropped from his spot on the ceiling once again. His knuckles released the stone that he kept clutched, and he flexed his fingers around, hearing them snap as he did. The stone hit the ground with a snap and rolled away, the only noise in the dungeon beside Johan's heavy rage-filled breathing.

Johan glanced to the stairs to watch for Madaline. Johan turned his attention away from the stairs, walked to where Judai's body lay, and picked him up. He wasn't about to leave Judai in this God-forsaken place, whether Judai was dead or alive.

Johan ignored the feeling of thick blood that seeped onto his arms through his sleeves, and he made his way to the stairs. He ignored the fact that his footsteps echoed as he stomped up, knowing that he was probably letting Madaline know that he was coming. He wasn't going to let her get away. He'd hunt her to the end of time if it called for it.

When Johan reached the top of the stairs and found himself in a fairly large room attached to the hallway, his eyes darted around. Madaline's scent lingered in the air, but Johan couldn't locate her. He felt his spine tingle with anticipation. It was probably the rage and pain that was seeping into his heart, but he wanted to kill.

Johan made sure that he was on his guard. If Madaline did jump from somewhere, he didn't want to be shocked by it. He also didn't want Judai to be hurt. It didn't matter if Judai was dead. He was still Johan's fiance, his love, his santa vampiria, and Johan would do anything to protect every inch of Judai. Johan looked down at his dead santa vampiria. He pressed his cheek against Judai's, feeling tears fill his eyes as he did so. He shook them away. He couldn't show signs of weakness just yet.

Johan gently laid Judai on a couch that in the room. He noticed that the couch was black. No one would see the blood. His mind processed that it was a meeting room they were in, but it looked more like a lounge. Johan turned his back to his dead lover and walked into the center of the room, his eyes darting in all direction.

The scent of vanilla lingered on each molecule of air, but Johan couldn't pick out Madaline's original scent. Vampires were born with a natural scent vthat allowed other vampires to sniff them out. No two vampires had the same scent. Neither did any two humans, as Johan had learned. He sniffed the air, searching for a jasmine scent mixed with the vanilla. Madaline's scent.

He couldn't smell it in the air. Another scent was blocking it. It wasn't Judai's fragrance that was, nor was it the blood that still seeped from Judai's stab wound. It was a scent of perfume, and it soaked the air. It dimmed Johan's sense of smell, and he couldn't pick out the location of any vampires as long as it wafted in the air.

'Damn that bitch and her fucking imported perfumes!' he thought with a disgusted snarl.

Johan glanced around for anything in the room that he could use as a weapon. He mentally damned himself for dropping his sword in the ball room. He had gone hand-to-hand with a rebel vampire instead of using his sword. Johan saw a few vases, but pottery wasn't going to help him fight off Madaline. He needed a steel weapon. Something to rival her knife.

Johan spotted his family crest on the wall, along with smaller versions of other family crests. He glared at the Rhodes family crest, but controlled his rage to the best of his ability. He would destroy it later. He glanced over and saw two swords sticking out of his family crest. He grew excited as he stepped up to grasp the swords, hoping that they weren't bolted to the ground.

"You allow him to run and get murdered, now you leave him unprotected? For shame, my Prince."

Johan whirled around in horror as Madaline crept from behind the couch. Madaline had her arms draped around Judai in a loving fashion, a smile playing with her lips. She twirled the knife in her hand while her other hand traced around Judai's cheek and his pale lips.

Johan narrowed his eyes and leaned closer towards the sword. He didn't want to charge her without a weapon for fear that his rage would make him sloppy with his movements. He wasn't going to die and allow her to get away with hurting Judai. Madaline watched Johan from the corner of her eye, a smile playing with her lips. She couldn't help but want to piss him off.

Johan's anger turned into wrath when Madaline leaned down and kissed Judai on the lips, still smiling in Johan's direction. Johan gripped the sword and tore it from the wall, ripping the bolts out with it.

The Andersen family crest was thrown to the ground, where it snapped in half. Johan charged Madaline with the sword. Madaline squeaked and rolled out of the way, barely missing the sword. It cut off a small bit of her long hair. Madaline rolled a few feet away and leaped to her feet. She cried out as Johan swung the sword at her.

'He's not holding back,' she thought with a snarl.

Madaline raised her knife and blocked the sword that clashed down. Johan threw all of his weight into the sword and pressed it hard against the knife. Madaline groaned and tried to force Johan back, but she wasn't strong enough to do so.

Johan saw red. He couldn't even comprehend how angry he was. He pressed the sword as hard as he could. The knife still blocked him from Madaline's body. He growled at the weapon.

'I'll destroy her!' Johan roared in his mind.

Johan hooked the sword under the knife and flipped it out of Madaline's grip. Madaline shrieked as she was now unarmed. Johan raised the sword into the air and swung it down, a heavy thump hitting his ears. He heard a shrill cry of pain, and the scent of thick fresh blood caught his nose.

He glanced down and saw Madaline clutching where her left arm use to be. The limb itself was laying at her side, oozing blood from where Johan had dislodged it.

Despite the pain she felt, Madaline glared at Johan. She rolled out of the way of his sword, grabbed the knife that laid limp in her dismembered hand and pointed it at Johan.

"I'll fight until every part of me falls off!" she snapped. Johan whirled around and swung the sword at her.

"I'll be more than glad to!" he snarled.

Madaline was at a disadvantage. Her arm, or where her left arm once was, was bleeding violently. She knew that she'd bleed to death in a matter of time. Her golden eyes narrowed in rage as she charged Johan with the knife. She was sloppy with her swings, since she wasn't able to use her right hand as well as her left.

Johan waited, shifted, and waited again. Madaline rushed him with the knife pointing right at him. Once she came close, he side maneuvered it, and grabbed her wrist. He jerked her forward, ripped the knife from her grip, and then threw her to the ground with a thud.

Madaline hit the ground hard, falling into a puddle of her own blood. Her golden eyes snapped in Johan's direction, seeing him towering right above her, his eyes wild with hatred. He breathed heavily, panting and gasping for breath. The knife and sword were clutched in his hands, and with all the blood that was splattered on his body, he looked like a monster.

"One stab for every drop of blood you made Judai spill," Johan breathed, his pupils narrowing even more. "Seems like a fair price, you piece of trash."

Madaline's lip quivered as Johan rose the knife into the air. She tried to move, but before she could, Johan brought the knife that had slaid his fiance down on her. The knife buried itself into her chest, but it didn't stay there.

Johan ripped the knife back and buried it in her body again. He repeated this action, hearing Madaline's screams of pain get less and less with each passing second. He ignored the sounds she made, her pleas, and kept stabbing the knife up and down.

He couldn't even recognize her any more. All he could see was a bloody form laying before him. The knife smelled like blood, no other scents caught his nose. Johan lifted the knife and kept digging it into her body. She was going to get stabbed for each drop of blood that Judai had spilled. For each ounce of fear she must have made Judai feel. She would pay. She would pay!

Johan stopped his swing in mid-air though. Even if he killed her, got his revenge, it wouldn't bring Judai back. It wouldn't bring Judai back to him, nor would it take away the feeling of pain in his heart. Johan thought about what Judai would want him to do.

He felt his hands trembling, and dropped the knife to the ground. It hit the ground with a clang. Johan hugged himself tightly, shivering as horrible thoughts washed over him. It had all happened too fast. What was he going to do? Nothing seemed to process in his mind. He refused to cry again. No matter how much pain he was in, he wasn't going to cry. It solved nothing.

Johan glanced at the bloody mess that was Madaline. His rage built up for the hundredth time that day. It had been her fault. All of this had happened because of her! Johan shoved all thoughts of remorse to the back of his mind. He grabbed the knife and lifted it up. He narrowed his eyes again. She would pay!

Johan lifted the knife into the air, ready to stab again for what must have been the hundredth time, when a cool, strong hand caught his wrists and ceased his actions.

"Easy, mate. Easy," a voice whispered.

Johan fell silent. He recognized this voice. He trembled as he looked over his shoulder. When had Jim arrived? It didn't matter. The Australian vampire noble peered down at Johan with sympathy in his visible teal blue eye. Jim didn't look angry at Johan. He looked like he was going to cry, himself.

Jim was wounded, from what Johan could see. He had a slash on his shoulder, and his white shirt was stained with blood, some his, some belonging to rebel vampires he had hurt. Jim's hands slid from Johan's wrists to the bluenette's shoulders. He gave the vampire prince's shoulder a squeeze.

"It's all right, Johan," Jim assured him. "Drop the knife."

Johan felt like he couldn't defy Jim's wishes, and he dropped the knife. He trembled as everything seemed to crash down on him. Johan looked to Jim and removed the Aussie's hands from his shoulders.

Jim watched as the bluenette strode to the couch, sat near Judai, laid his head on his mate's chest, and just waited. He looked like he was about to start crying, but he didn't. Jim frowned and stared at Johan for what seemed like countless hours. He ignored Madaline's rotting corpse. He could hear Joshua and Andrea's footsteps rushing towards the room.

"Johan!" Joshua yelled as he ran into the room, Andrea at his heels. "Johan, are you all ri-"

"He was killed by her," Johan whispered in a dark monotone, cutting his father off. Joshua stared at the sight before him, eyes wide at Madaline's murdered corpse. He glanced around and saw all the blood and scratches on the walls, but if he was angry about it, he didn't let Johan see. He looked to Madaline's body once more.

One look at Judai, and Joshua knew Johan was telling the truth.

Judai was pale, almost a pale blue, and his hair and clothes were messy from being jostled around. Joshua could smell the blood, and see it staining Judai's clothes. He knew Johan wasn't lying.

Andrea pushed past Joshua and Jim and rushed to her son. She grasped Johan in an embrace and clutched him as close as she could. She felt tears filled her eyes, but for Johan's sake, she didn't let any of them fall. She ignored any pain from any wounds that she had gotten during the fight with the rebels.

"Oh, my poor, sweet baby!" Andrea whispered. Johan leaned over and rested his head on his mother's shoulder. He could still feel tears in his eyes, but he wasn't sure if any were going to fall. She rubbed his back, stroked his hair, did anything to try and comfort him. How her sweet son had even managed to stay sane at this point, after all this heartbreak, was a mystery that Andrea would never find an answer to.

"Mother," Andrea didn't scold him for not calling her 'Mommy' like she usually did. Andrea saw that Johan's were a darker emerald than usual. It worried her. "...What am I gonna do...?"

Andrea pursed her lips and held Johan tightly. "I don't know," she whispered. "I don't know." Andrea glanced down and stared at Judai, still resting in her son's arms. How someone so sweet and innocent had deserved something like this was also a mystery that Andrea would never get an answer to, nor did she want an answer to it.

Joshua went and examined Madaline's corpse. It was destroyed. No one would even know it was Madaline at first glance. Joshua pursed his lips and stared at Jim. Jim nodded and walked to Johan and Andrea.

"Johan," Jim said, touching the bluenette's shoulder. Johan looked to Jim blankly. "Your Highness, Your Ladyship, please clean this mess."

Joshua nodded and ignored the fact that he had been ordered by a lesser noble. Andrea carefully slipped her arms from Johan's body, kissed his forehead, and went to helping her husband clean up the mess.

"Jim," Johan whispered blankly. Jim touched Johan's cheek and made the bluenette look up at him.

"I don't know if the Vampire Gods can do anything. This may be beyond them," he told Johan. His heart almost broke as he saw the pain that fleshed through Johan's eyes. "But if you go to the Santa Vampiria church, maybe there'll be an answer on what you can do. I'm not promising anything, but you never know. All the rebels are gone now, it should be safe."

Johan spoke not a word as he stood, clutching Judai in his arms. The bluenette nodded his thanks to Jim. Jim nodded back to the vampire prince and escorted him to the door. Johan brought Judai along, not wanting to be separated from his love when it wasn't necessary. A horrible, irreverasle thing that happened when Johan had let Judai out of his sight. Tears burned his eyes at the memories of just a short while ago. It was all his fault...

"Go see what you can learn, Your Majesty," Jim said with a small smile as he pushed Johan to the door.

Johan looked back at Jim, nodded once more, and then made his way down the hallway with his dead fiance in his arms, determined to make it to the church of Santa Vampiria if it was the last thing he did.

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Me: Awwww, I is sad now. I mean, it's good that Johan murdered Madaline, I have no sympathy for her, but what is he going to do now?

Lucy: Will he find an answer at the church?

Me: Review and we shall update ASAP so that you can all know what will happen! We thank you for your kind reviews and are happy to say that we will be updating this fic to the very end!