Chapter 35: Hello Brother

The following day and evening played out as such: Kro procured them rooms to rest in for the evening, and then each one of them was released to investigate not only the bar, but the city itself. They had been told the basics of Nastafiles and then set free. They had paired off, the lot of them, although perhaps Itachi forcing Naruto and Sasuke together wasn't a good idea, considering the fact that not even a block away from he and Sasori he could hear them arguing. About what, he didn't honestly care enough to check about, but the fact that they were before they even really got to work was saying something. He wondered, had they been like that before Sasuke left Konoha? All the same, each pair had opted to scour the city for information, each gathering bits and pieces that allowed them to figure out the basic laws of Nastafiles, how the economy worked, and what the people were like. It also gave them the chance to sight see a little, taking in the large buildings and attempting to ignore the burning in their lungs. Having been used to clear air for so long- coming from a place that doesn't have cars- the fumes of industry make it hard for the humans to breathe and seems to suck the energy out of them, figuratively speaking.

When they returned to the bar, they got food and then gathered in Kro's room, where he had opted to lay down after fulfilling his own information gathering mission. It hadn't taken him long, having just decided to drain a few people- a centaur, a lamia and six humans- in order to gain not only their memories and their abilities- though he cared not for that, tough now knowing how to smith himself a sword may be useful at some point since the others were literally civilians with no real talent or skill to call their own- but also give himself fresh blood for the first time in literally years. He had at first thought that he was going to go on a blood rampage after his first bite, the tasty of fresh- if not tangy due to lingering alcohol- life liquid being more than a little addicting. However he managed to keep his cool and continue on. Thanks to those four victims whose bodies he had carefully disposed of as to not draw attention to the fact that there's a vampire in town, he's learned much.

Such as the fact that most of his precious Nastafiles has been industrialized under his brother's command. Alin had apparently made a deal with the higher ups of the Mortal Continent: share with Nastafiles their technology, or perish. Such a threat, when he found out about it, did not bother Kro in the slightest though he did find it cliché. Like something some poorly constructed villain- and Alin is most definitely poorly constructed in the head at least- from a novel or sappy movie directed towards women who cannot stomach violence. 'Or else'? Really? But, it worked apparently, as now they have cars and sky scrapers and apparently much much more. Another thing he learned is that, as predicted, the people of Nastafiles did not find King Alin to be a very good leader. Most, apparently, disagreed with the industrialization of Nastafiles, missing the clear air and the lack of smog that seems to settle above the cities of the once lush and green land. They are tired of having to cut down trees, and to destroy what were once homes of innocent animals and creatures alike. They were tired of the high taxes, the number of taxes, and of King Alin himself. However, the king is apparently rather powerful, and to boot he has powerful underlings coupled with a massive army of men and women alike ready to kill in his name. Which is why no one has dared to try and kill him just yet.

When the others returned, Kro listened to the information they had to give them. He listened and added in his own thoughts here and there, but other than that he was silent. And when he had all information he could give, he let the others return to their own temporary dorms. That is, save for Naruto as the boy demanded to bunk with him. And, before Naruto had opted to get loud whilst begging, he had given Kro this look that he couldn't deny. Something between looking like Kro just kicked his puppy and pouting. It was a weird expression, but one that Kro couldn't say no to- which was both frightening and surprising all in one go. Still, the result was the same: he told Naruto to go to bed early so that they could start early when everyone was up. He himself would be wide awake the whole time, however.

It had taken time, but once Naruto was asleep, Kro made his move.

Time Skip- Five hours

Kro's long legs rush him forward at such a fast pace, the colors have become one. He crosses the earth as though having never touched it in the first place, and his eyes only stare forward. He races over grassy lands, and through six more cities by the time the sun rose from behind the horizon, greeting him with its warm rays and welcoming embrace. He ignores this though, focused on his goal at hand. He's done waiting. Done pondering. Done planning, and more than finished doing anything else other than taking his fucking throne back. And, as luck would have it, he has the perfect idea of how to do it. If anyone would be around to watch it, it would be a spectacle to see, something worth one million words rather than a picture's original thousand. His body trembles with honest excitement at the thought of pulling through with this little plan of his, urging him to go faster. The shackles around his wrists shift and move, soundlessly clanking with their chains in the wind. He taps either twice, ignoring the fact that he had just left a city, and leaves the massive domes of his full power released all at once. All he feels is the after math- the rush of air and debris- that tries to catch and topple him over. He probably destroyed that city, but then again he could care less. Not really something a King should be saying, but then again it wouldn't be his city anyways, but one of the many places Alin had created for some stupid reason. Besides, the less shit cluttering his territory the better.

With a heave, Kro throws himself over the river that dare attempt to block his way. Ha! A vampire can't cross moving water? Bullshit! He lands on the other bank, not missing a single step as he relishes in his leap and the fact that his new fleshy leg held up against the might of that very landing. He now makes his way through a swampy area, ignoring the humidity and taking to the trees, bounding from either one branch after the other, his landings and take offs far too powerful for the branches to hold him for longer than only the barest of seconds. He ignores the smell of the marsh, of the blood it has consumed due to various reasons, and he even ignores the colony of ogres that grumble at the fact that something strong is coming their way. They can sense him huh? Impressive for a grouping of complete and mindless mostly naked baboons. The swamp is left behind within fifteen minutes at most as he continues to go. Alin is staying in the very same castle they grew up in, the one they defended during the war, which means that from Goliath is about a day and a half away by horse. By car, it'd be minimized to something else. But by Kro's legs? He should be there very soon. Hell, he recognized that marsh, kind of, and he realizes that he shouldn't be far from the castle.

It takes another hour and a half of constant high speed running before Kro finds himself stopped in front of the massive building. It all alone remains broader than any of the sky scrapers he'd seen, though it's not nearly as tall. It also seems to be the only thing that hasn't changed in terms of size or design. It looks as old and loved as it once did, if not in even better condition than before. He can feel and smell guards of different species milling around the parameter, searching for intruders and finding none much to Kro's amusement. They probably haven't had any issues with enemies for a rather long time, which means that this guards will be easier getting passed than Naruto those hours ago when he left after the boy fell asleep. His confident smirk falls, his purple gaze casting towards the direction he knows Goliath to be from his standing. He probably has noticed his absence by now. Which means that Kro will have already started and finished his fight by the time they get there.

Naruto.

Kro sighs as he runs a hand through his silvery locks, only stopping when one of his horns gets in the way. Yes, those thoughts and feelings are not unknown- he knows what they are, what they mean, and why they are happening. However, why the fuck they're happening now just before he decides to kill his baby brother, he's not certain. Why the fuck he feels this way for another guy is another question he doesn't have an answer to. He had always figured that he was straight- figured being the key word. Perhaps it wasn't until now that a man struck his fancy? Weird, but he accepts it all the same. Being a creature that by human standards shouldn't exist, he finds it easy to accept sudden changes and the like. So, if he likes guys-...No, wait, that's not right. If he were in the least bit gay, then he would have found some attraction to Itachi and Sasuke too, no? Granted, he did make out with the younger Uchiha and the older one is bound to him for life, but that doesn't mean he finds them attractive. They're good looking men, yes, but not to him. So is it that he just has the hots for Naruto alone? How strange.

With a grunt, he resolves to claim the boy when all of this is over. And, if Naruto doesn't feel the same way, then he's just going to have to make him realize that he is also romantically attracted to Kro in turn. Like shit he's just going to take a simple rejection of 'sorry, I like girls'. No, it'd be a 'war' before Kro gives up on the young blond he rose into an all too fine man. He cares not if that makes him seem like an ass, be cause that's just what he is. Softer edges than what he used to have or not. And he cares not if anyone else reacts poorly. If anyone dare judge his way of capturing the blond's heart, they can just go fucking die, friend or not.

Focusing again, Kro makes his way forward, his strides purposeful and slow at first but speeding back up after a few paces. The world becomes a blur again as he cuts his way across the distance between himself and his old home. His body brushes between two rotating guards, leaving behind nothing but a gust of wind and confusion in his wake; he'd be surprised if either of those two saw him. He only stops for a second before making his way into the castle, his senses telling him of four hardly familiar creatures, one of which is immensely powerful and the other three are weak but all the same important. A cruel, savage, grin spreads across his face. There are no guards patrolling the halls- what a foolish little brother he has- and so he has free roam to do whatever he pleases. He is careful to mask himself as best he can, taking careful care to keep his chakra pulled in close to him. He doesn't remember anything about two of those three remaining signals of energy other than that they exist. He remembers hardly what they used to look like, yes, but that won't help to track them down.

So, he merely follows the sensation of the closest one, his strides calm and confident if not determined.

Back in Goliath

The sound of a fist frantically banging on a wooden door can be heard loud and clear through out the two halls that hold up to ten rooms within a certain bar in Goliath. The hurried knocking, if one can call it that, rattles the innocent wooden and currently closed portal on its poor hinges, shifting back and forth and grinding the metal. The fist is persistent, a voice accompanying it, calling for one of the occupants of the room to wake up and open up so that they can talk. Their face is scrunched and marred with an expression of hyper worry, their shoulders tense and their heart hammering. This can't be happening!

"Itachi, wake up! Wake up Itachi! Itachi we have a problem! Itachi! Come on Itachi, I know you're awake by now so open up! Ita-"

"What the hell do you want?!" Sasuke demands, opening up the door and just barely catching the fist that comes flying down at his head in time to not get a black eye. A terrific snarl rests on his tired visage, his white teeth bared and threatening to maim the other teen, tear him limb from limb if his purpose for waking him up isn't good enough. "What the fuck has you so worried at two in the god damn morning?! Did you only just figure out that they don't have ramen here or something?!

"Shut up! I got over that hours ago," although it really does suck that it would appear that in this country, ramen doesn't exist. How it can do that, he hasn't the slightest. But that's not the issue at hand, and so he slips his way passed Sasuke, dragging him along with him using brute force as he shoves his way into the room and to the foot of Itachi's bed. There, the elder Uchiha sits calmly, a frown on his lips and his eyes tired. "Itachi, tell me you noticed!"

Before Itachi can answer, a growl errupts within the room, signaling that a new comer has joined them. "I'm going to flay you, brat," Zabuza snarls, sharp teeth on display as he's removed them for the night. "What the fuck are you going on about?"

"Ah, I'm sure it's something within good reason, Zabuza," Haku offers with a gentle smile sent Naruto's way. He too is bothered, but he believes that Naruto wouldn't have done this if it weren't for a good reason. He had gotten over the ramen issue before they met up for their information exchange, so it shouldn't be that. Or, he hopes it's not or he just might have to freeze the poor bastard's balls to the nearest pole.

Sasori sighs, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks the frantic blond over. "Let me guess," he announces his own arrival, being the last one to enter the room and close the door behind him for their privacy, "This has nothing to do with food and you're legitimately worried. If you're here, that means Kro is not, and therefore this is about him. Am I correct?"

Before Sasuke can insist that he had seen the 'demon' like the others just before bed, he closes his mouth and stops to think. So what if they saw him before bed? He's a fucking Shinobi vampire with skills coming out of his ears. If there's one thing he can do, it's get away from them all without noticing. His eyes fall to Itachi, whose eyes are closed though he can see them moving around under the lids. He's looking for something, possibly Kro himself. Itachi sighs and turns, grabbing the hair tie he had placed on the nightstand of his bed, silently putting his hair up in a low ponytail as is per usual for him and standing at last. His black orbs meet no one's gaze but Naruto's, now understanding his worry. "He's not here. In fact, he's not within the range of our bond, meaning that he's been gone for a decent time," which isn't good. He should have stayed up with the vampire. He had felt it, the impatience boiling Kro's blood, the yearn to strut his way to his former home, rip his brother's possible army a new one, and then slaughter said other vampire. He felt it, but he had believed that Kro could wait. At least until they could start moving in their separate groups. The plan that they had decided on before going to bed was a multi-sided pincer attack. Kro would attack from the front with Naruto and Itachi backing him up, freeing him to go straight for Alin. Sasuke and Sasori were to come in from the south west and Haku and Zabuza from the north east. It would force the army to focus on multiple enemies of great power, and therefore give Kro plenty of time to do and finish the deed. Kro had even approved of this plan, this idea that was carefully thought out and nearly assured the entire group's survival if everything went perfectly.

Apparently him agreeing had been a lie.

Naruto's eyes are wide, the pupils spread across most of his iris due to adrenaline. "We need to get moving! We need to leave now if we want any chance of catching up with him or anything! We need to-!" A rough smack on the back of his head causes him to shut his jaw unexpectedly and bite his tongue nearly in half. "What the hell Teme?!" He whirls on his young Uchiha of a rival, blue hotly glaring into cool but not completely calm black.

"You're getting ahead of yourself," Sasuke grunts, "Now we really need a plan," though he had been against it earlier, he knows when plans are honestly needed and when they're not. Before he didn't think that one was needed. Now? Most certainly. "Itachi, what do you think?"

Itachi rises a brow, slightly surprised but not astonished that the others are looking to him for directions. Other than Naruto, he's spent the longest with Kro, and he knows him best- knows his past best. Seeing as Naruto is not of the right mind- nor can he plan something as wide scale as this- it's his turn to be the leader. That, and he has nearly the most experience with that very position. Sasori left before he really got a shot at leadership, though he had taken part in the Third Shinobi War. Sasuke is still technically a Genin, and Naruto only had recently come to his rank before leaving Konoha as well. Zabuza, while having been an Anbu himself, also has the experience, but it would appear he would rather Itachi lead. And then Haku of course doesn't have a rank, not being a registered Shinobi despite having the skills. With all of this in mind, Itachi in takes a large breath, closing his eyes in order to collect his thoughts. Upon opening them, he decides, "It's unlikely Kro and Alin will fight at the castle. I believe Kro will go there to kill Alin's wife and daughters, and then draw him to the place where Kro had suffered the most himself while he was still Vasile. While I do not know Alin," obviously, "What I do know about him is that he most likely will not allow any members of his army to assist him in 'defeating' his brother. Therefore he will have no back up, and therefore his army will be left at the castle and their barracks. In essence, we should attack the castle ourselves with the plan issued last night. We should try not to damage it, for it is precious to Kro- it is the place he lived with his parents- or at least keep damage to a minimum".

There is silence that follows before Haku speaks, voicing his worries, "Then we are not going to back Kro up at all? What if Alin is too powerful for even him? Kro is not a god, we all know that. What if Alin has a secret weapon that mortally wounds Kro and we're not there to help him? What if the army follows anyways and he's out numbered? What if-"

"No," Sasuke denies, his dark eyes narrow, "I agree with Itachi. We shouldn't interfere with something like this. I know when I was hunting my brother, I planned on getting no help at all; I wanted no help and I would have been enraged if someone came to my rescue". His eyes slide to Naruto now, whose shoulders tremble and whose head hangs low, eyes shadowed by his long bangs, "Even if we wanted to help, we wouldn't be able to. Not without finding ourselves on the receiving end of his wrath next. Or worse, getting caught in the crossfire or becoming a liability to him". Sasuke pauses before placing a hand on Naruto's shoulder, "Especially you, of all people, should keep this in mind, idiot".

Blue eyes snap to red for a moment, showing his frustration and anger despite the logic in the words used, "I can't go help him? I shouldn't?" He grumbles lowly to himself, "Kro would get angry at me? So what?! If that means it increases the chance that he lives, then I'm fine with him a hating me until I die!" Because god knows that being human, Naruto won't be able to outlive the vampire.

At this, Zabuza scoffs, "Oh please. Don't lie out your ass, kid. We know as much as you do that you wouldn't be okay if Kro up and started hating you for helping him kill his brother".

"Oh?" the blonde challenges, turning his red slitted gaze to the mist Shinobi now, "And why is that?"

"Because he is precious to you," Haku answers gently.

"All of you are-"

"Not like that, Naruto-kun," Itachi denies, understanding Haku's meaning. "We can all see it every time you look at him. Your honest love for him. We are not particularly close- the group of us- but we all understand emotions and what it's like to feel them. We know what it is like to love, and fear losing those we hold dear," he of all people knows this best perhaps. He loved his family dearly, and yet he was the one who had to end their lives. Looking over to his little brother, his only beloved relative left by his own hand, "And we all know that we would be in a similar situation as you if it was our loved one that had gone off to fight all on their own". Itachi knows for a fact that he would have gone after his brother regardless of whether he would be hated again or not. However, that is because he knows what it's like to be hated by his baby brother for one, two he knows Sasuke would eventually forgive them- so close has their bond become once more- and three, that Sasuke would do the same for him. Naruto however was raised by Kro. From a mere child to now a grown man, and has even fallen in love with him. Naruto has felt the scorn of hundreds of people, yes, but being hated by someone you love is a completely different game- it's on a level of its own. He doesn't think someone like Naruto, whom has survived off of Kro's 'affection for so long could handle that one most important person rejecting him completely. Itachi is certain that that's what will happen if Naruto tries to help the former King.

Naruto is silent, hearing Itachi's words and trying to process them. Is the eldest living Uchiha trying to tell him to just...Let Kro do this on his own? Risk his life in hopes of him coming out on top? But that doesn't make any damn sense! Gah! I'm wasting time here! I have to find a way to Kro before he and Alin get into it too deep. Kro's life could be at stake here!

"Ugh" a familiar voice inside his head- because that's healthy to address it as- echoes with a resounding sigh. "Would you quit freaking out? It's giving me a headache, Naruto".

"Kurama?"

"Who else would it be? Kro? You were hoping it was him, weren't you? You totally were, idiot," the powerful Biju grunts with a roll of his crimson orbs, not at all impressed with his host. He dislikes it when Naruto gets like this, almost reverting to that thoughtless boy he had been before Kro came along and taught him how to use his mind instead of the instincts that don't naturally come to him. No, Naruto is an excellent fighter, but none of it comes naturally; it had to be beaten into him. That's why when he's shaken, like now, he resorts to what is natural to him, jumping in without a second thought on what the consequences may be. "Calm down and think. You know Kro best out of anyone here. Better than his damn brother, I'm willing to bet. How do you think Kro would react if you came to help him?"

"Hah? He'd thank me and-"

"Wrong! You're not thinking! Gaki, use the damn brain that blood sucker spent so much time hammering into a tool you can use! What would Kro do? He's not a normal person. He wouldn't say 'thanks, I was afraid I wouldn't have won if you hadn't come along'. He's not one of the little wanna be heroes that you've supported over the years. You know that better than anyone. So what would Kro do? Would he hate you or thank you?"

Naruto's brows furrow as he takes no notice of the others staring at him. Hopefully they figure he's talking to either himself or Kurama. Hopefully the latter because he doesn't need to be seen as insane. "...He would hate me. Kro...Vasile...Both sides of him would hate me with every fiber of their being. Both the current him, and the past him". This is his conclusion, though swiftly made. His eyes, which had faded from red to blue once more, focus again. "Okay...So...The castle. We attack that and leave the rest to Kro. Right?"

Itachi's dark orbs narrow gently, a small smile coming across his face as the others relax again. He can spot a smirk on Sasuke's and Zabuza's faces, while Haku also lets both sides of his mouth lift up. Sasori's shoulders relax ever so slightly, a pleased look entering his brown gaze. "Correct, Naruto-kun". You couldn't have picked a finer man, Kro he silently praises the vampire.

Back at the castle

He found one of them. The twin with the pretty blond hair and olive colored eyes- both colors that she does not deserve to bear, being the daughter of the ones who ruined his life. How dare she have wavy hair like his beautiful mother? How dare she have olive colored eyes like his powerful grandfather? How dare she bear the same hair color as himself? And how dare she be the result of his brother and the woman he thought he loved joining together? She could not control any of these, this he knows well, but honestly he doesn't care. Kro watches as the girl sighs and relaxes on a balcony along the side of the castle on the third floor, her olive eyes gazing out at the maze made of lilies that had been carefully planted and tended to by Kro's mother and the servants when she was still alive. The girl that had been trembling before his blood covered might hundreds of years ago no sits in an outdoor throne fit for a Princess like herself, now a woman of no small beauty. Her build is slender and she has proportionate breasts to her body, and of course her legs are long and graceful as a harpie's can be. Her hair, the color of wheat, is long and flowing down her back- some strands spill over her shoulder- pooling in the seat to signify that the locks must be rather long.

Kro smirks as he continues to hide his presence from her, creeping upon her carefully as he stalks forward. Slowly, ever so slowly as to not alarm her certainly sharp senses, he stands to his full height behind her and places his large hands over her eyes gently. Recalling his brother's voice is easy for him- how could it not be?- and as he leans down he whispers as though a loving father would. "Guess who?" He smiles as he stares ahead at the maze, feeling her not stiffen but instead relax. Good.

The girl- or woman rather- smiles as her eyelashes flutter against the rough palms over top her ocular orbs. His hands feel a bit more rough than usual, and they also seem larger, but she thinks nothing of it. She's been drinking wine all day to pass the time, so she's a bit tipsy. If she were a full blooded vampire, she wouldn't be able to get drunk, as it were it requires a lot to even get a little inebriated, but that's the good thing about being only a half breed. "Papa?"

"Ah, got it in one," Kro's false voice coos gently, chuckling as he pulls away as though given up on playing the game. He watches with no small amount of glee as the woman stands to her feet to turn and face the man she believes to be her father. The bright grin that lights up her pretty face and seems to make her olive green eyes glow disappears as she gasps and finds not her vampire father but a silver haired demon instead. She backs up, knocking into the side table that holds her glass and the mostly finished bottle of wine, knocking over the red colored liquid and causing the white cement to be stained red. "Just kidding," he chortles in his own voice, reverting to his true blond form. He doesn't mind if she sees his real self- he prefers it this way- as she'll be dying in a few moments anyways.

"Who are you?!" The young woman demands, taking in the blond hair and golden eyes. So familiar, this man seems to be, and yet so unknown. The memory of a nightmare flashes through her mind's eye as she takes in his physical features, causing her already large eyes to widen even more. It...It can't be! Can it?! No! He's gone! All the way in the Elemental Nations still, with no memory of who or what he really is! That's what the information board told her father years ago. Regardless of whether or not those assassins never returned, the beast from that day is certainly still with the humans! However, as he silently stands there, staring down at her with a menacing gleam to his golden irises, she cannot help but wonder. The young woman wets her lips carefully, her feet taking her back to the railing of the balcony as he takes a few steps forward, herding her into a corner where she cannot flee. The thought of jumping over the edge crosses her mind, but his deadly look keeps her locked in place as though controlling her body with nothing but his mind. The Princess attempts to answer her own question, lips trembling and hands clutching the railing for all she is worth. She can feel her heart beat in her temples and wrists, threatening to break the veins then and there with how fast her blood is moving. "Unchi(Uncle) Vasile?"

Kro's lips slowly turn further up, his eyes falling to a complete half mast position, "Ah, I haven't heard anyone say that name with the proper accent in so long. How refreshing". He takes steps further forward, watching as like a frightened animal she presses herself more against the railing. Her green eyes, filled with fear, do not tear themselves from him and instead stare at his blazing gaze. "I'm afraid that the last time we met, I forgot to ask you for your name. Indulge me, my beloved nepoata(niece), what is your name?" It feels strange to speak his native tongue so fluently, his sultry voice seeming to deepen with each word spoken. It is a nice sound to even his ears, and though they are blood and it would be weird if he were to pursue her romantically he would be able to win her over with his voice alone. Pathetic little whore.

The half harpie, half vampire, Princess bites her lip, her uncles voice smooth and welcoming, gentle despite the danger that lingers there. She can smell it on him practically, his power, and it is overwhelming to say the least. She's never met someone whose power she could actually smell. Biting her lower lip, she feels a shiver roll down her spine, his voice strangely enough causing these thrills that against her mind's judgment are making her body crave to hear it more. When she was just a child, he had been a monster made of blood and guts and gore. As a woman now, and as he is cleaned up, she realizes that her uncle is certainly her type. Truly it's a shame they're related...And that she's absolutely terrified of him. She shakes her head. Now is not the time to be thinking these things! Not only are they gross for obvious reasons, but right now she should be screaming for her Papa! And yet her voice doesn't pick up at all. Instead she answers him with a soft quivering voice, her palms cracking the cement railing ever so slightly. "Sorina(Sun)," she gasps as he now stands a mere foot from her.

"Sorina," he repeats, careful to say her name nice and slow. Calming, soothing, caressing. Truly it's a disgrace for the girl to be attracted to him, a family member; harpies are an inbred species while vampires do their best to branch out, seeing familial sex as nothing but immoral and wrong. It ruins the bloodline rather than strengthening it. Harpies however thrive off of inbreeding, for them it does make the blood stronger. But the fact that she's tainted herself by showing him ever so subtle hints that her body wants him- obviously against her mind's orders- it angers him. As if he would ever touch her- let alone any other woman ever again. "Sweet, beautiful Sorina," he coos as he comes closer to her, grinning as her fear begins to take over. At last. He watches her lungs expand for what he knows to be a scream, and acts fast. His hand lashes out, catching her around the throat and cutting of her air. A cough comes from her as he continues to meet her fearful gaze. "...A muri(die)". His hand around her throat clenches, crushing the wind pipe swiftly and causing blood to exit through her mouth and spatter across his face. With a swift pull, he takes the pipe out of her person, leaving her to gurgle her last words as she slumps down, his free hand keeping her from falling over the railing and alerting near by guards to her death and his attendance. "Fata buna(Good girl)," he praises, brushing his bloodied hand through her hair, staining the wheat red as her wind pipe is placed into one of her hands. He stands and backs up, watching her and sensing for her life force. However, like a candle it's been put out, snuffed before it could even begin to truly live. "Calatorie sprancenata(Good riddance)," he rumbles when he finds her officially dead.

And now he must work faster.

With Sorina's blood spilled, and more than just say a paper cut or two, he knows for certain that everyone will smell it and come running. So now he'll have to- ah! There's the other one. Having returned to his silver haired self, he dashes down the hallways but is still careful about any maids that could potentially give him away. He rushes to the first floor, following his senses before finally he spots the second daughter of the two. With her vermillion eyes and green colored hair, she looks more even more like her mother now that she too has grown into a woman. He spots her scenting the air, and whistles sharp and loud just for her. She's inside what looks to be a recreation room, complete with games and things he's never seen before. Some weird object is in both hands as she looks his way, finding him leaning against the frame of the room's door. He twiddles his fingers at her, blood covered and knowing that she'll recognize the scent as Sorina's. Her vermillion eyes snap to crimson faster than anything as she leaps from her seat and rushes at him with rage. It would appear that this twin is far smarter, realizing what Sorina's blood on his hand means.

"You killed her!"

"I did?" Kro blinks as he blocks a swiping kick from the half vampire that looks more like a pure harpie than anything. Well, save for the fangs and now pointed ears. "Huh. I don't seem to remember".

This bastard killed Sorina! She knows it even as she makes to take the demon's life, wondering how the fuck he got passed the guards and actually into her sister's room. She searches for her twin's energy, but finds it nowhere. Not even as though she were hiding for some reason. No, it's more like she had been wiped off the face of the planet. And with her blood on this fucker's hand, he has to be the culprit. Combined with his mockery, and she is made certain. This sister has always been the hotter tempered one out of the two of them, but she's also less bird brained than her sister- the mind of a true No Soul, so to speak. "Fuck you, bastard! Who the hell are you?!"

Kro weaves around the girl, her talons missing him by inches to ensure his safety as she screams her rage. My, this one is far louder than her sister, he can't say he exactly likes that. But still, he doesn't bother with the game any longer, shifting back to his original form for good, taking her shock for granted as his foot slams into her sternum, sending her flying into the near by couch and destroying it. That same foot plants itself onto her chest pinning her in place. "I'm just your dear old unchi Vasile. You remember me, don't you?"

How could she not, when Sorina often had nightmares about him? When she herself occasionally remembered him in all his bloody destructive glory leaving her horrified as a child. "Fuck you, ass wipe," she snarls, gripping at his ankle in an attempt to either break or lift it up. Whichever frees her first. "I, Stela(Star), will kill you for taking her from me!" She thrashes, feet kicking up and attempting to catch him in the back. However, her eyes widen when the foot on her chest promptly shoves itself through that very cavity. Her eyes widen and blood comes to her lips after a moment...What?"

"Ah, sorry about that Stela," he grins broadly, not sorry at all. In fact, he's rather happy to have her blood on his pant leg and face, joining her sister's there. "But I really don't have time to play around. I have things to do- you know, like killing your mother and father. Anyways, tell Sorina I said 'hello'". His other foot promptly crushes her face, brain matter spilling from its enclosure like spilled oatmeal. Hearing the broken shriek that is sent his way, he tilts his head to find a familiar beautiful woman standing there in the doorway. "Hmm?" He ponders, looking and finding that the next thing he knows is that there's a black wing shoved through his entire torso. He coughs up blood as she stands in front of him, seething as charka sharpened her feathered arm in order to do what she just did. While she is not a master of the art of using chakra, she is familiar enough with it to do this. Livid blue eyes snarl up at him, flashing black completely in her rage. "Ah, the famed harpie berserk," he acknowledges, "Simply put, it's when a harpie is pissed off beyond all recognizion, and is putting ever ounce of power into their movements making them faster and stronger, as well as more durable at the cost of shortening their own lives. When'd you learn to do this, Nepsis lubirea mea(my love)?"

Nepsis in all her beauty, growls as she pants, the tole of the harpie berserk already having effect on her body. "Vasile," she snarls up at him, pulling her wing-arm from his torso and back side piercing kicking him through the nearest wall. Oddly enough, the room on the other side is in fact a massive bathroom. With a splash she listens to him land, turning the once clear water red. "You've returned at last". But he's nothing like he was before. He's far more crude, this she can tell just by looking at the way he holds himself. Crude and with a love for blood driven by revenge. A horrid combination and the opposite of the Vasile she had 'fallen in love' with. The man she had tricked hundreds of years ago is no longer there, now replaced by the monster that called her a cunt just before leaving and disappearing into the ocean. It sets her on edge even as she groans due to the effects of her ability.

Kro chuckles as he stands, the wound in his torso closing up as water ripples down his toned chest, beading its way around and over the muscles before getting soaked up by the wet bandages around his abdomen. "That I have. I'm back. Why don't you give me a kiss?" This seems to set the Queen off as she rushes at him, har arm-wings spreading to let her fly at him at top speed, legs at the ready to- Oh, oops. "Sorry about that," Kro chuckles as his hand clenches. He has no words for the woman that broke his heart so long ago. And instead of so much as saying anything else, he crushes her skull in his massive hand. She releases a scream before with a crack and a spatter, blood and brain matter hit the water he stands in, staining it further when he drops the body into the liquid. His eyes tart to the doorway, this time finding someone whom is not panting but rather standing strangely calm. He hasn't changed much- or at all really- his baby brother Alin. Though a murderous look has entered those vermillion eyes. Kro grins broadly, showing his fangs and spreading his arms wide as though asking for a hug. "Aren't you going to hug your big brother? I've finally returned". He mocks shamelessly the King of Nastafiles.

Alin stares at the creature that had threatened him with war so long ago. To find him standing there now, he is in utter shock. He had thought that the threat or the like was something done out of merely adrenaline. But now, he can see that his soft big brother, the former King that he had basically downed all by himself, has changed an exponential amount. The only thing that can rumble from his throat is...

"Hello...Brother".