There was the smell of sweat, blood, a hint of death. Quick black forms attacked, retreated and attacked again. The prey out numbered. Large muscular foreboding defiant at the edge of the hallway. He smiled a smile of maliciousness bordering on madness. Hours passed. Death claimed many. Still they fought.
Underneath the school being remodeled, they'd caught his scent. He wasn't alone but now he was. The leftovers that accompanied him on display in horrendous art of blood smeared walls and floors, hanging, dripping from the ceiling. Broken twisted metal of archaic weapons, long and short swords, lances scattered. To employ modern weapons, automatic weapons would not only draw attention, but distort their view of it. Everything needed to be quiet, off the books to coin a phrase. Deniable. They liked it that way. There was honor in the way they fought. The stench hung in a rich bouquet, smothering their sense. He alone remained, the few with him, dead. But that didn't matter to him. The others in the underground sewer system. would remember this battle, taking home with them the spoils of their battle in Academy City. The young women they'd collected.
Cornelius had come to the school. He had caught her scent and followed it. it was strong here in this empty school. He walked around the hallways, smelling the air, followed it passed the doors and out to the pool. The smell of chlorine strong but not strong enough to hide the scent of a vampire queen. they stood by the edge of the clear pinkish red water, the reflection of the full moon shimmering in its soft waves. They looked up to the red full moon hanging so low they could reach out and snatch it. The world in the color of blood. He and the others laughed at their good fortune as they walked back through the doors.
The first fell without lifting a hand. A nearly silent slash and his head severed from his neck, a burst of blood stained, drenched those behind. The head fell hard in a sicken plop, rolled a few feet before the body dropped, twitched and then stilled. A mob of vampires dropped from the ceiling, rushed from the hallway swallowing them whole like a dark devouring beast. in the chaos the wolves and vampires clashed in tight quarters. Bodies cluttered the ground, moaning, struggling, crawling towards each other in desperation for the kill. They fought. They fought well leaving nothing behind but their love for their Queen.
His head snapped, he stumbled, smacked the wall, wiped his arm across his mouth. His black eyes shimmering with malice. The pale red light of the moon shone through the windows, revealed his wounds. Armor bloodied, battered, scratched and clawed, his right arm bare and bleeding. Emelia's fist slammed his jaw sending him backwards. Her strength ebbing, animosity growing with each strike, again and again she hit him.
Another alpha from the right, swung her fists, his ribs crunched. He grimaced in pain then he laughed, wiping the blood from his mouth. "Nice one… Been a while…" He narrowed his eyes and his grin grew broader, "my turn.
Another drop from the ceiling, he caught her by the throat, "not good enough, he said with a sneer, dangling like a puppet from his massive hand. He quickly snatched her ankle, growled loudly, broadening his chest, and with a horrific scream she popped, blood and her insides spewed outward. His expression ecstatic and orgasmic with great delight. With a flick of his massive arms, He tore her in half, tossed the pieces down the hallway. She skipped passed remains, the others like her, broken into pieces like a jigsaw puzzled on the floor.
He sniffed defiantly, sneered obscenely at the scattered body parts, crawling, searching for pieces of themselves. Fretting his brow, snorted, "why…" his only thought. "I'll find her!" slowly crouching his blood covered body, arms stretched wide, fingers dripping of vampires' blood. He glared at the remaining two. "No matter what… I'll smell out the little bitch. Day or night… In secret or I'll go right into the little café. She loves so much. Maybe have a few before she shows up." A deep throaty chuckle in his chest. "that bitch will taste me…... your nothing but whores who serve a whore queen…"
Emelia bit back her anger. She'd never allow that. no queen had ever been broken under her lineage, no queen suffered that degradation. Whiffs of steam rose and surrounded her in a whirl of mist, Breathing hard, heart pounding. her slender body burning from the inside out as sweat poured like a slick rain. Wiped her mouth, her elongated fangs cut her skin and instantly healed.
She looked at Stephanie. She, the short little blonde grinned looking just as bad. "like I'd allow that to happen…" She said. They both nodded. "if she desires a little something, something…-a modest blush and smile rose-…then I'll be delighted to…you know" clicked her tongue. Stephanie drew a breath, "I'm glad Cana is not here…" her eyes dimmed. "You'll see her again…" Emelia exhaled, quickly nodded, "I promise…" putting her hand on her shoulder.
"is he still ranting?" shaking her head. "mmm…" Stephanie replied, kneeling on one knee, picked up a short sword. A discarded weapon from a defeated friend. Her bloodied leg lying on the floor by the splintered door where she had been thrown through. "Too bad the wolves aren't…"
Emelia grinned at her companion. "Could've used some elder wolves…" Stephanie shook her head as well as her hand grasping the blade to check the weight.
The elder wolves had left Academy City for a birthing. The birth or births of pups was a highly anticipated. And held somewhere in secret. Protected by the eldest and fiercest of the packs.
Emelia chuckled, arching her brow. "And have them boast and hold it over us." They both laughed, shaking their heads. she wondered. She knew Heidi had given the orders to search the sewers but why she hadn't arrived yet. Could something have gone wrong.
"Good times?" He spoke, cocking his head, "I'm glad I can entertain you… Vampires… But you're boring me…" he wiped the sweat and filth from his face, rubbing his neck. A look of concern crossed his face, gazed at his palm of his bloodied hand. "A little deeper… fucking whores…" The wound on his neck was deeper than he thought. A lucky strike maybe.
He was thinking…something was off with these vampires. Their strength and training more militaristic more team oriented. Especially for such a young queen. Where were the wolves? He thought, looking around his surroundings. But he knew if the wolves arrived before he finished the vampires, he would be the one finished.
Wolves had their advantages over vampires, speed, strength, teamwork…and of course…numbers. He was the only one left alive besides the others in the sewers. He knew how wolves fought. Having experienced many battles with them in the past. Wolves were pack driven. And fought more as a team. But Vampires more selfish, more assassin style of attacks. But these ones, they attacked in waves, one then two and more. He reassessed his strategy, maybe it was unacceptable to have separate his group.
He shook his head, his eyes focused but his mind spun. The chance to take the prize, those shewolves and human females were too much to pass up…mature pup bearing females. Not the little girls they were use too. The fun they would have breaking them.
He'd brought thirty warriors with him…left five in district ten, another ten behind to deal with the hostages. And the other fifteen with him. A hint of a smile, he had a card to play. He had others come into Academy City the old fashion way. By tour bus. Once they arrived, they slowly separated themselves from the tour and now were down in the sewers with the prizes. Things were going well. So, well he thought it would be nice to have a little sightseeing tour. That is until he caught her scent and letting his revenge and ego get the best of him…. he followed it.
But once they got into the renovated school things turned for the worst. They'd expected something but nothing like this. A surprise attack.
The chlorine irritated their eyes, messed with the sense of smell. He realized he'd been lucky but here he was standing alone. Not that it worried him but deep down it did. Once he'd gotten to Mikoto Misaka, beaten her down, bent her over and taken her, he would go back home, dragging her dirty broken body behind him. But Without his comrades. The thought disgusted him. He'd lost many during missions but not like this. It was almost like he'd been setup. Someone was behind this, planning ever step and he was dancing to their tune.
