We own nothing you are familiar with.

~ Cecilia's pov ~

"Well" I muttered, "that's one down". Slowly my powers were coming back to me. One of the shinigami was knocked out cold on the couch.

I surveyed the scene with a frown. There were a good number of dead vampires, even if they were only Dietrich's lackeys. But three bodies kept my interest. It was sad really; I had really liked those three.

The demon girl, Aella, seemed to be having fun fighting the remaining shinigami. Her friend, Jolene, was watching calmly. Good. A plan was forming and I needed them to keep their focus elsewhere for this to work.

I stood slowly, silently letting Vincent know to keep me covered and made my way over to the panting Dietrich. His neck wound had already healed, but it had taken a lot out of him, as it was almost fatal.

"Dietrich" I whispered as I knelt to his level "You're a pure blood right?" He nodded with a smirk.

"Then you know what I need right?" I asked, grabbing his wrist lightly.

For my plan to work I was going to need power, and a lot of it. I had neither the time nor the specimen to get more human blood. But, if a vampire drinks from another, preferably a pureblood, then they receive immense amounts of power, not to mention that they don't suffer from the after effects. The only problem was that most pure bloods don't go for that kind of thing.

Dietrich yanked his arm out of my hold as he grinned mischievously "Oh Ceci, I've waited for this moment for so long" he mocked "Have you finally decided to join me for eternity?"

"Dietrich" I hissed warningly "We don't have the time, we can discus this more later"

"You want my blood? Then you're gonna have to take it the traditional way. Why should you have all the fun? Wouldn't want me to suffer would you?"

I sighed darkly "We're putting an end to this issue later" and dipped my head to where he was holding the collar of his shirt open invitingly. I opened my mouth, the fangs sliding down to their full length. I pressed the tips to the side of his neck, right over a particularly large vein. It pulsed quickly, an effect of Dietrich's heart racing in excitement.

Vampires are known to drink from their own kind.

But usually it's solely a pleasure thing.

A way to vent many types of frustrations

Intimacy does not mean the same for us as it does for humans

We are purely physical creatures

"No!" some one shouted just as my fangs slid in effortlessly, Dietrich's body shuddered as an unchecked sigh slipped past his lips. He tightened his grip on my body, clutching me close as my fingers dug into his shoulders

I sensed the two had stopped fighting on account of me. But they were a small matter. With each drag of the sweet, crimson liquid I could feel the fire in my veins.

"Cecilia…" Vincent stated, dragging me from my hazy thoughts. I pulled back, releasing the pure blood's neck. His eyes were glazed over as well, a smile fixed on his lips. I licked the wound softly, jump-starting the healing process of the two ragged holes that bleed sluggishly

Panting heavily I staggered to my feet, drawing my katanas. Eyes glowing brightly with fresh power I walked forward to face my opponents. Vincent stepped out of the way, knowing that this was my fight now and I would hate it if he intervened.

The shinigami was the first to charge me. She lunged with her scythe but I blocked with Itami, Ketsueki braced behind it to take the brute force of the attack. Taking a step back I disentangled myself from her and slamming both swords into her side sent her flying, causing a visible rift in the air. Hitting the opposite wall she let out a moan and fell out of the cracked indent.

Jolene remained leaning against the wall. I wondered what she was waiting for. Aella wasn't as patient. With a growl she was quick to bring up her massive swords and take the shinigami's place, rushing to confront me. But I knew better from last time. I kept dancing just out of her reach, because if we became locked in close combat it was very likely she would win.

With a frustrated snarl she whipped out a gun, taking pot shots at me. A stray bullet grazed my arm, but the gash healed quickly. I decided I very much liked pure blood.

She was impatient, which left room for mistakes. As soon as I saw the opening I lunged forward, piercing the junction between her hip and leg socket.

As she stumbled away from me I smirked sadistically, eyes glowing brighter as the stray glass shards and rubble around the demolished room started to tremble. Suddenly they rose and spun like a cyclone around me.

It was then that Jolene kicked off the wall the join her temporary ally. With a flick of her hands vines sprung up from between the floor cracks, traveling quickly to where I stood. But as soon as they neared singular glass splinters branched off to destroy the green weapons.

"What is she doing—?" Aella started to ask questioningly, but it was then that I threw out my arms. The sharp objects flew at the demon and her experiment rival. It seemed that they destroyed the on coming objects with ease but a few got past their defenses. Then a few became many until they were both thrown against the wall, pinned and unable to move.

They were struggling and scowling, Jolene forcing vine after vine to grow and attack me. But it was futile: I cut each one down with lightning speed.

"Ah, ah, ah" I coo-ed, using my new found power to slip into her mind, effectively blocking the part of her brain that controlled her plant powers "That simply will not do"

I walked up to her, holding Ketsueki sharply against her neck "Tell me why I shouldn't just kill you now. You did, after all, murder my friends," I muttered. She only glared and took a snap at my face. I jerked my face back in time to remain unscathed.

"None of that, I'm the only one who bites around here" and pushed my blade forward, nicking the skin easily. A single crimson drop oozed out from between the skin. With a finger I collected the warm bead, sticking it into my mouth, sucking onto it thoughtfully.

Pulling the blade back I turned to shinigami as she struggled to stand. I strode forward and grabbed the front of her black robe, slamming her back against the broken wall

"You're from the Soul Society, aren't you?"

"What's it to you?!" she spat

"How is he these days?"

"Who?" she asked, a little more than slightly confused.

"No one, never mind" I muttered, dropping her back to the ground. Walking back to my throne-like chair I shot a look to the other shinigami, the one lying forgotten on the couch we'd meant to throw out decades ago. She was stirring, definitely conscious but still suffering from aftershock. It seems I overdid it a little.

Dropping into my chair heavily I rested my head on my right hand, which sat propped on the armrest, looking very much the part of a troubled monarch.

"Now, I would like the four of you to tell me why you are here and trying to kill my acquaintances and I" I commanded. They were silent as they glared with hate filled gazes.

Vincent came to lean against the back of my chair. Dietrich still sat against the pillar that formed the railing of our stairs. He watched me handle the situation with amusement. I certainly had changed since he'd last seen me.

"No? Fine then, be difficult. I'll give you to the count of five before I start breaking bones."

Still silence.

"One"

More silence

"Hmm, they must think it was an empty threat my dear Vincent" I said conversationally to my brother.

"They must not know you very well then" came the calm reply. Jolene twitched at his voice as I continued.

"Two"

"Three…"

"…Four…"