Last of a Dying Breed
By Bubbajack
Beta: Icysnowsage
Special Consultant: Heliosion
Disclaimer: We own nothing. Not Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Castlevania, Darkwatch, Highschool DxD, Nurarihyon no Mago, Rosario to Vampire, or Tensei Shitara Suraimu Datta Ken. They all belong to their respective owners.
Ch.1: New Transfer Student.
Xander Harris wiped the cold sweat gathering on his palms from his pants as he stood in front of the door of the principal's office. 'Why does the new guy wanna see me already? I haven't done anything, I'm sure of it, so what does he want?' So thinking Alexander Lavelle Harris knocked on the thick wooden door, and into a conversation that would change his life forever.
"Do come in won't you Mr. Harris?" A grandfatherly voice called that sounded nothing like the one that belonged to his viscous Principal with short man syndrome, Snyder.
Bewildered, the teen opened the door and briefly took in the drab dark grey paint almost made Xander forget how Principal Flutie had been murdered just a few months prior. His gaze quickly settled on a man he'd only seen pictures of in the paper sitting in the chair behind the principal's desk. The elderly man giving him a grandfatherly smile sitting in the leather chair usually reserved for the principal wearing a nice suit was the Mayor of Sunnyhell himself, Mayor Wilkins. Meanwhile the shorter man with the hooked nose and lanky greasy hair smirking almost maliciously was the new principal Snyder. Everyone including him was already referring to him as 'The Troll'.
"So whatdaya say son, are you interested?" Wilkins inquired, grinning from ear to ear.
Shaking himself out of his daze, the Slayerette cleaned out his ear with a pinky finger. He took a breath before and blinked before he faced the two men behind the principal's desk. "Umm could you repeat that, sir? I think I just had something crazy in my ear." Xander spoke as politely as possible to the mayor. He could care less about Snyder.
The mayor let out a boisterous laugh. "Not crazy at all my boy! You've been chosen by our school to attend an overseas schooling program. Your grades more than qualify you, you see. According to Principal Snyder you get all B's in the AP college courses?"
Snyder coughed which sounded something like 'cheater', which made Xander scowl a bit. He studied hard for thoes grades thank you very fucking much. Yet a niggling worm of doubt entered his mind then 'I really only managed that due to Willow and only signed up for those courses due to the fact she'd be in the same ones.' Xander thought to himself bitterly. "Umm, yeah, but why not someone smarter like Willow Rosenberg?"
"Miss Rosenberg is needed here for… study groups, yes that's it!" Synder said quickly all the while dabbing at his profusely sweating brow with a handkerchief.
'Translation, if Willow leaves the GPA of the school drops like a rock.' The hawaiian shirt wearing teen thought to himself all the while resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "Okay so… where would I be going?"
"A quaint little school in Japan called Youkai Academy." Wilkins replied with a smile before passing a folder full of paperwork his way, "We've already filled out the necessary paperwork and even bought you a plane ticket."
"Wait what?" Xander quickly scanned the folder and sure enough his name was on it. As well as a passport and a ticket on Delta Airlines all the way to the Land of the Rising Sun. "I never even agreed to go!"
"Come now m'boy!" Mayor Wikins flashed him a winning smile. "This is your chance to go to another country and to immerse yourself in a different culture! Surely you won't turn down such a generous opportunity? One paid for by taxpayers like your parents?"
"What the Mayor is trying to say is; your plane leaves at six AM on the tenth, a cab will arrive an hour before then at your house don't miss either one Harris." Snyder informed him with a sneer, he was less caring about convincing him than the mayor was.
"Right… thanks? Can I go now?" Xander asked, unsure if he should feel grateful or not. He was honestly leaning towards not.
"Just don't forget your info packet m'boy and remember, have fun!" Wilkins told him, sending him off with a final smile.
"You get to go to Japan!" Willow's surprise when he told her and Buffy at lunch he expected the outrage, not so much as his redhead Best Friend since Kindergarten was glaring at him with unconcealed jealousy.
'But I'm just gonna ignore that' Xander decided. "Yeah… I'm not exactly thrilled." He replied after a moment.
"Why not?" Buffy asked, the pintsized powerhouse that the Slayer was, looked confused. "You should be thrilled right? It's the place where Japanese comics come from. It's like your Mecca right?"
"They are called manga you heathen, and it's not about that." Xander defended with a zealots righteous fury only to receive an eyeroll in response, "The problem is I don't know the language. I can't speak, read, or write it."
"Oh, yeah, that'd be a problem." Buffy conceded. "So what're you gonna do?"
"Same thing I always do." Xander replied with a clownish grin, "Struggle until I get it right."
"When do you leave?" Willow sounded solemn.
"Today the fifth?" Seeing her nod, Xander replied, "Five days from now… I'm gonna need more Hawiian shirts for this trip." The girl groaned in disgust at his fashion sense. Buffy decided to take pity on the eyes of the people of a small island nation.
"How about as a going away present we take you shopping for clothes that don't want to make people rip their eyes out?"
Xander rubbed the back of his head. Clothes had always been a sore spot for him, being poor and all so he made do with what he could get, which usually ended up being tacky stuff from the 70's due to his Uncle Rory's fashion sense. Yet he appreciated it all the same. "You don't need to do that Buffster."
"Nah it's fine," She sent him a smirk. "Besides, how can you expect to pick up a forign beauty for a girlfriend if not of them can stand to look at you for more than five seconds?"
Now that got Xander laughing, "Me, a Japanese girlfriend? Yeah right, and maybe I'll start fighting monsters solo while I'm over there too."
"You never know, anything can happen… you might even meet a good slime."
"So you're enjoying Dragon Quest I take it?" The jokester of the Scooby Gang asked.
The Slayer nodded. "It's fun. I kinda feel bad killing the slimes though. They're just cute little goo balls."
"They're non sentient little goo balls that eat people usually they're clothing, first. Don't feel too bad for them."
"So they aren't sentient?" Buffy asked.
"Not that I'm aware."
"Do you think slimes and other things in video games actually exist like… y'know… out there?" Buffy nodded out the window towards the currently unassuming sunlight streets of Sunnydale. You would never think this place had the most demons per capita once the sun went down.
The male of the trio shrugged. "I have no idea. Vampires show up in games a lot so… maybe? When in doubt ask G-man as I always say."
Buffy shook her head in exasperation, "You've never said that Xander."
"First time for everything Buff." Xander told her as the bell signaling the end of lunch period rang, prompting him to throw the remainder of his slop in the trash and sigh before he went to finish up his classes for the day.
"Xander of all people is being sent to Japan… our Xander?" Giles parroted in disbelief when they gave him the news after school.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence Double Oh Giles." Xander's usual dry wit, which he usually saved for the likes of Captain Forehead or worse, Cordelia, lacing his tone.
The Englishman hastily amended. "It's not that I don't think you can do it my boy, it's just well, I'm honestly surprised they didn't pick Willow."
"That's what I said!" Both Xander and Willow echoed in stereo before giving each other a sideways glance, before Xander continued.
"Yeah, I said that too. Snyder all but said that if we lost Willow the school's GPA would plummet. So she kinda can't leave."
"So my good grades held me back?" Willow both looked and felt betrayed by her own genius for the first time ever.
"I'm… I'm sorry?" Xander couldn't think of a more appropriate response.
"I do hope, while you're gone, you won't slack on your training." The Watcher gave the younger man a pointed look over his glasses.
"Hell no G-man, that's the only thing keeping me alive." Xander swore.
Buffy looked between her watcher and her Xander-shaped-friend before crossing her arms and saying, "Giles, Xander, training what?"
"Your continued butchering of the English language never ceases to amaze me, Buffy." the librarian replied with a long suffering sigh as he cleaned his glasses. "To answer your haphazardly asked question, I've been teaching Xander how to fight in case he ever needs to defend himself from a creature of the night and you are not around."
Buffy opened her mouth to say that would never happen before she snapped it shut. As that's exactly what was about to happen. Xander was going to leave them. He'd be going to another country. All by himself, and she wouldn't be able to protect him… it made her anxious for reasons she couldn't understand. Biting her lower lip she asked, "What have you taught him Giles?" She wanted to make sure her best male friend was safe after all.
"A mix of Taichi, Wing Chun, Aikido, and general weapon usage. Knife fighting and the like which translates well into stake use. I was going to start teaching him a mix of Bajiquan and Sambo but now it seems we won't have the time for it." The man from the Land of Tweed smirked evilly, "In return for these lessons Xander agreed to help me in the library as a research assistant by reading up on certain subjects for me."
"Go to hell you tea sipping bastard," Xander said in an almost dead tone of voice. His usually jovial face was for once, devoid of emotion.
The Slayer put a hand on his shoulder, "Was it that bad?"
"I know all kinds of useless binding rituals, potion recipes, and I could name dozens of magical creatures and their weaknesses on sight." The teen replied as he ran a hand slowly down his face. "It's all worthless because all we ever get around here are blood demons and the occasional nastier critter whose weakness usually boils down to hit it harder or cut off its head."
"Well, when you put it like that… it does seem kinda pointless to know all that, but you can use those magic rituals right?" Willow said, trying to sound upbeat but failing to hide the envy in her tone… again.
"Nope, I don't have the aptitude for magic according to the G-man. Which makes learning all that doubly pointless! Yay!" Xander informed her with faux cheer.
"You never know when such knowledge might come in handy Xander." The former warlock advised. "So even if you can't use it yourself, remember it. It might just save your life in the future."
"If you say so Giles." Xander replied, sounding unconvinced. He then turned to the ladies. "So not that we need to but are we seriously doing this shopping thing?"
"YES!" Both girls all but shouted at him before gluing themselves to his arms and all but dragging him away.
"Pray for me G-man, pray for me! Also, if I don't make it back alive… tell my mother… tell her I've always hated her cooking!" The teen shouted as he was dragged screaming out of the shattered silence of the library.
"I'll… be sure to do that Xander." The Watcher muttered to himself in a daze as he watched the boy get dragged off before turning away and sighing to himself, "Good Lord, kids these days."
"Why so many turtlenecks?" Xander inquired after the fifth, this one this one olive green, was placed next to a black, charcoal, blue, and navy blue one.
"It's winter over there in Japan right now Xander," Willow informed her not-so-secret crush. "It'll be cold so you need to dress warmly for the weather."
"How about some cotton plaid shirts?" Buffy called holding up some red and black checkered shirts that looked like classic lumberjack apparel.
Willow pondered for a moment before calling back, "I think that'd be appropriate."
Xander kicked the toe of his shoe off the floor like a petulant child as he grumbled, "Don't I get a say in this?"
"No!" Both women said at the same time.
The faux-blonde Slayer continued, "Since you don't have any fashion sense. No, you don't."
"I would like to point out that all my clothes are Christmas gifts from my Uncle Rory who can't seem to shake the seventies."
"Well, updating your wardrobe is our gift to you." Willow informed him with a bit of force.
Holding up his hands in surrender, the man of the trio relented, "Okay, okay, I get it," Running a hand down his face he said, "Where to next?"
"Well, what about a jacket?" Buffy thought aloud.
"Okay if you girls are getting me a jacket, there is only one I'll accept." Xander put his foot down in this one instance.
"Oh?" Buffy was intrigued, her Xander-shaped-friend's sudden bout of assertiveness.
Xander walks over to a coat rack and pulls out a leather jacket. It wasn't just any leather jacket though, it was Viper's G-1 jacket from Top Gun. It was only lacking the patches. Pointing that out, Xander replied, "Yeah, but this way I can put my own on, which'll have its own meaning to me."
The slayer nodded. "Makes sense," Seeing a glass case nearby she looked through it and motioned Xander over before pointing at something, "How about that as your first patch?"
It was the image of a smiling sun under a curling banner that said Sunnydale. Xander smirked, "It would certainly remind me of home while I'm gone."
The Slayer looked at the woman behind the counter with fire in her eyes. "We'll take the patch along with one of those jackets… and all this." Buffy motioned to Willow who was slowly walking forwards with a small mountain of new clothes which mainly included jeans.
"Of course Miss, will that be all?" The shopkeeper asked with a polite smile.
"Shoes? Buffy spoke aloud.
"Shoes." Willow agreed.
"Steel toed boots or nothing." Xander argued. Seeing the look he was getting from the girls, he rebutted with, "I don't I really need to explain why do I?"
The two shook their heads. It made perfect sense to them, they lived in Sunnyhell after all. One never knew when they'd have to stomp a hole in a vampire's chest after all. 'Although it's usually me who does that,' Buffy thought to her chagrin as they paid for Xander's things and dragged him off to another store. He acted like he hated it, but Buffy noticed a grin on his face when he thought she wasn't looking. She was silently glad he was enjoying spending time with them. It would be a long time before they could do this again.
Bidding his friends goodbye outside of his house, Xander dragged his new wardrobe into his house. Ignoring the scent of stale beer, a scent he'd become nose blind to over the years he called out, "Mom, Dad, I have news… not that you'd care." He muttered that last bit to himself as he made his way into the house, kicking the door shut behind him before making his way to the basement. The scent of mildew greeted him, but that wasn't the only thing that did.
Much to his surprise, he found his father down there, sitting on a folding chair looking unusually sober. In front of him was an old wood and iron bound steamer trunk. He motioned to his bed. "Have a seat Xander we need to have a talk."
"Dad? Are you actually blind stinking sober?" Xander asked in numb shock.
Running a hand down his face, Anthony said, "Shut yer yap for a moment son and sit the fuck down. I got something important to talk to ya about."
Putting his parcels down, Xander did just that. Gently sitting down on his bed as quietly as possible so as not to agitate his father and silently waiting for him to speak.
Silence invaded Xander's basement bedroom for a time with only a slight buzz coming from the sole bulb Giving out a long sigh, Tony Harris finally spoke. "Son, do you know what I used to do for a living before I met your mother and settled down?"
Xander shook his head, his dad never talked about what he used to do but whatever it was it led to him drinking a lot, and him taking him on hunting trips when he was younger, but even those stopped when the drinking got too bad.
"I was what they call a Hunter. Someone who hunts monsters and the like. It all started when I was twenty, Rory, and I lost our brother Rodger to a vamp. Not those blood demons you go out and hunt every night with that spunky gals of yours but real vamps. Sun doesn't do shit. Crosses only weaken them. The only surefire way to kill 'em is Holy Water and a stake through the heart, or cutting off their head. Suffice to say we avenged Rodger, kept hunting for years after that before we found this place 'an then I ended up saving your mother one night from a blood demon attack… She has her own reasons for being here. One thing led to another and we married. Had you, I changed my last name and liquidated some assets."
Xander blinked once, twice, thrice. "My last name isn't Harris?" It was the first thing that popped into his head. He'd been overloaded with too much information too quickly.
Tony chuckled. "No, it's Alexander Belmont Van Helsing. You have my last name and your mothers maiden name is your middle name."
Something clicked in his head. "Van Helsing, as in the same guy from…?"
"Dracula, yes." Tony affirmed, "He was an ancestor of ours. He beat Dracula the fifth time or so."
That got Xander's attention. "Fifth time?!"
Tony waved that away, before he undid the latches on the chest. "Ask your mother if you want to know more about that." Opening the chest a plume of dust rose from opening the lid. Waving it away Tony came out with a leather book that had faded yellow pages. "This is our family's book on monster lore. At least on my side. He opened it and handed it to Xander who scanned the first couple of pages. It was a list of names. He quickly found out it was a family tree.
Gabriel Belmont, 1047? He's the founder of our family line?" Xander had never felt such a profound connection to his family before.
On your mothers side, I forgot we put her books in here as well," Anthony held up another book, "This is my book; founded by another Gabriel, Gabriel Van Helsing. Xander read the date as 1462.
"Wow, our family goes way back doesn't it?"
"You have no idea." Tony mumbled.
Xander squinted in the dim light. "Whose Jerico Cross Van Helsing cira 1863?"
Tony grimaced. "Something of a black sheep of the family. He was a civil war deserter who got turned into a dhampir and hunted down his sire Lazarus Malkoth."
The teen was officially freaked. "I'm part vampire?!"
Kinda?" Tony replied with a shrug. "The curse got lifted when Jerico killed Lazarus. It does lay dormant in our blood though. So don't get turned, yeah?"
"Yeah… why're you telling me all this now dad?"
"Got a call from the Mayor earlier, you got chosen to head to a Youkai Academy?"
"Oh, yeah… my friends bought me new clothes." Xander motioned to his packages.
Tony smiled sadly. "Yeah, sorry about Rory, it's just that you look just like Rodger from back then and he loved those ugly shirts. He just can't seem to wrap his head around the fact that you aren't Rodger. He was our youngest brother so Rory considered it a personal failing that Rodger was…" Tony shook away the memories like a wet dog shed water before he continued, "Anyway when you get there, go see the headmaster and tell him you're here for the old Belmont Van Helsing things. He'll know what it means."
'Poor Uncle Rory.' Xander thought sadly. "Wait, you've heard of this place?"
Tony grinned, "Oh yes, our family history is intertwined with that school. You'll practically be a celebrity."
"I'll be popular for once… this is good?" Xander mused aloud.
"Yeah, popular… anyway you should probably talk to your mother before you go. Hear her side of things." Tony said before he got up off the chair and meandered back upstairs leaving his son in the gloom with his head awhirl with thoughts. He decided to rifle through the things in the trunk for a bit and came to an intricate metal tube about a foot long covered in swirling runic carvings. Seeing a latch on the side the teen thought to himself. 'I've seen enough magical crap to know I shouldn't mess with this thing before I show it to the G-man first… but I'm curious.'
So thinking he forced the latch, which seemed to be rusted shut from age, before upending the tube. Coiled into the fetal position her chin tucked into her knees was a small yellow headed fairy. Her hair looked yellow and golden as wild dandelions, and was braided into twin braids like Pippy Longstocking. She just sat in his palm rocking back and forth.
"Umm, excuse me? Hello? You okay?" Xander held the small creature up to eye level and peered at her face. She refused to even look at him so he couldn't even get a glimpse at her features. He tried getting her attention again, "Miss how long have you been in that tube?" No response. He poked her with a finger. "Miss?"
His prodding immediately caused the little fae to shoot into the air and almost smack her head into the lightbulb. She missed by inches, before she buzzed around erratically like the world's largest mosquito. 'Alaska would be impressed even,' Xander thought to himself as he watched the small woman buzz around in shock.
"Where am I? Something touched me, right? Right?! I'm so hungry! But I'm not in that seal anymore so…" Her honey colored eyes alighted on Xander who was watching her silently with a slight smirk on his face. She zipped right over and started hugging the tip of his nose, making him go cross eyed as she started bawling.
"Thank you so~o much! Do you have any idea how long I've been stuck in there, in the dark, in absolute silence, by myself?"
"No, when did this happen?" Xander asked as he gently patted the fairy's back consolingly with one finger.
"I… um what year is it?" She sniffled, her eyes having gone red and puffy from her crying.
"It's 1997," Xander replied, making the little fairy look confused.
"Eh, that doesn't make any sense. I was already thousands of years old before I got sealed in that thing so how is it that it's only 1997?"
"Of the Gregorian Calendar? Xander supplied helpfully, as he wondered just how old this little pixie clinging to his nose was.
The elf-eared pixie seemed surprised for a moment before she nodded. "Oh, I see. Yes, a calendar change would explain things. "Tch, to be stuck in a seal for almost two-thousand years… What is your name hero, and how can I, Ramiris Fairy Queen of Spirits and Demonlord, thank you for freeing me from my imprisonment?
The moment he heard the words demon lord, Xander reached for the fly swatter that he used to keep the spiders in check living in the basement, and took a swing at the pest. She ducked to the side however, and yelled at him while shaking a fist angrily at her , would-be?, savior. "What was that for?!"
"You said you were a Demon Lord. Where I come from, which by the way, is on top of a partially closed portal to hell, demons are bad news," Xander replied, holding his swatter like a samurai would a katana and preparing to use it to fight to the death with it.
"It's not like I became a Demon Lord by choice you know? My whole kingdom got destroyed and I became poor."
"So it's like an accidental fall from grace type thing?" Xander asked, slowly lowering his weapon he had dubbed 'Swattimaru' in his mind.
"Yes. I have essentially been cursed. Every thousand years or so I reincarnate into my Fairy Queen self before I become a Demon Lord again. It's a never ending cycle really. Though with how long i was trapped in that seal I have no idea. I seem to have been kept conscious but my aging stopped," She sounded very tired at that moment.
Feeling bad for her, the teen put Swattimaru in his waistband before asking her, "You hungry Ramiris?"
"Am I ever!" She replied, with stars in her eyes and drool cascading from her lower lip. "Do you have any idea how many centuries it's been since I've eaten?"
Laughing a little, Xander replied as he led the way up the stairs, "Alright then, follow me, dinner is about ready."
"Great, what're we having?"
"So~o." Jessica Harris said in a tone of mild shock as she watched the small humanoid creature consume at least twice its weight in chicken meat, "Where did she come from again?"
"She was being kept in a jar in the trunk. How long was she in there anyway?" Xander asked, tapping the so-called Demon Lord on the back with two fingers when she started to choke. "Slow down," he chided, "I can't exactly do the heimlich maneuver on you, you know?"
"The heim-what?" Ramaris questioned, before inquiring, "Do you have any beer? The chicken is excellent by the way."
Popping the tab on a Budlight, Tony amusedly passed a can to the small fairy saying, "Here."
"Thanks!" Ramiris replied before tilting the can back and taking a long chug. "Ahh, that was great! It's been so long since I've had anything to eat and drink! This so delicious. The flavor and hopes is so robust!"
"Please don't get drunk, Ramiris," Xander sighed, "I don't feel like cleaning up after a projectile vomiting fairy."
"Hey, I can hold my beer, thank you very much. I've been doing this for over twenty thousand years." the blonde boasted, before she finished off the drink. "This is nothing, hic."
"Uhhuh," Xander did not sound convinced. "So how did you, oh great Queen of Spirits, get trapped in a glorified pickle jar?"
Well, I decided to stretch my wings right? And take a flight outside of my labyrinth when this… hic, this guy just catches me in that damn thing!" She raged before silently prompting Tony for another beer, which he provided. Tony was amazed the little sprite could put it all away. Cracking it open, she continued, "He then used my power to summon spirits as a glorified distraction. Bastard." She finished with an angry shout as she downed another beer, before calling for another.
'She's gonna get drunk and I'm gonna have to take care of her aren't I?' Xander thought to himself. He sighed, it's not like he didn't have experience in this, what with having to take care of his parents whenever they overdid it on the sauce. He does give Ramiris a break though since she had been trapped in a prison for who knows how long by herself.
"Xander~r!" Ramiris whined like a petulant child, her cheeks and nose a cherry red now. "My belly hurts!"
"It's because you drank too much Ramiris. I warned you not to, remember?"
"My belly hurts!" She whined again, this time with tears gathering in her golden eyes, threatening to fall.
"Alright, alright, hold on," The teen got up, went to the fridge, and poured a shot of pepto bismol. Handing it to the pixie, he said, "Drink this, it'll help."
"Really?" Ramiris sniffled.
"Really really, now drink up. It's a magic potion that cures belly aches." Without needing any further prompting the Demon Lord took the dose of medicine back like a shot before passing out at the table. Or so it seemed. Xander stared at her for a moment before saying, "Well, that happened."
"Yeah she doesn't really come off as a world threatening Demon Lord does she?" Jessica said as she poked their guest with the tines of her fork. "I never knew she was contained in the trunk of course. Poor dear. We were always told by my mother to never open that a great demon was stored in it. I am kind of sad we didn't let her out to breathe fresh air."
"Yeah… So mom, what can you tell me about your side of the family?" Xander asked before gently setting the fairy queen off to the side where she seemed to grip his hand and snuggle up to it. Xander gently pulled her off his hand and took her into the living room where he let her snuggle up against a pillow. Coming back into the kitchen and taking a seat, he waited patiently for his mother to begin her tale.
Jessica fidgeted for a moment due to being put on the spot before she began. "Well, my maiden name is Belmont. I, like your father, come from a prolific line of vampire hunters. The Belmonts have been fighting against Dracula and his ilk since the late ninth century… I am the last of my bloodline and as my son, you bear a terrible burden, I'm afraid."
"What do you mean mom?" The teen was confused.
Jessica sighed, and gave her son a blunt look. "Xander, why do you think I don't have any aunts, uncles, cousins or siblings? They've all been hunted down by monsters," Jessica took a moment to collect herself. "Not just anyone can hunt a Belmont and live to tell the tale. The likes of ogres, necromancers, werewolves and of course vampires have all tried. Of course, those who do are almost seen as gods amongst monsterkind. In the inverse, amongst the Belmonts, by family tradition, they are expected to kill their first vampire by the age of fifteen."
"I've killed several Mom," Xander argued.
"No, you've killed blood demons dear," Jessica corrected. "Actual vampires are completely different. Still, the quantity of monsters you've slain cannot be denied if not the quality," Jessica mused. "You are most certainly our son," She finished with a hint of pride in her tone.
For the first time Xander could recall in a long while, he felt happy being around his parents, and more than that, he felt a sense of pride in his family name. He began clearing the table asking, "What do you and dad know about this Youkai Academy I'm being shipped off to?"
Jessica laughed a little upon hearing the name. "I see. Mikogami-san is up to his old tricks it seems…" A catlike smile never leaving her face.
"Mom, do you know the headmaster?" Xander wondered aloud, getting more and more confused.
"Sort of. My ancestors assisted him and his friends in sealing away a great evil long ago… When do you leave?" Jessica asked.
"The tenth, the school semester doesn't begin until the…" Jessica cut him off.
"The fourteenth yes. That doesn't give us much time. I'll need to dig up some old things for you son, excuse me," Jessica promptly left the table looking more animated than Xander had seen his mother in years.
Looking to his father questioningly, Tony replied, while cracking open another beer. "Your mom seems happy to pass down her family's legacy to you boy. You better not disappoint her, you hear?"
"I honestly thought she'd be more worried about me," Xander mused as he finished hand washing the last dish.
Tony snorted. "She knew the moment she heard Jessie ran away you were destined for the family business. Now, would she prefer it if you took a more mundane and safer profession like maybe a contractor? Of course she would as would I honestly, but we also know you're our son, and the will to fight those that lurk in the dark, its in yer blood boy. Don' ever fer'git that."
"Sure dad," Xander replied as he picked up the drunken fairy Queen and headed back down into the basement to pack his belongings.
The next couple of days were a flurry of activity for the Californian. He was busy getting ready to leave, keeping the obviously traumatized Ramaris company, and generally just trying to not get eaten by anything before it was time for him to go. However that left little time for hanging with his girls unfortunately and since he knew he was leaving his mother started going through the boxes in the basement, apparently they weren't just full of holiday decorations and she wanted him to have something important. So he was also helping her with that. His dad meanwhile would 'supervise' and regale him with stories of his hunting days.
"Then Rory, him and the werewolf covered in banana cream pie that got everywhere I tell you. Then he killed the werewolf with a silver fork that he was just using earlier to eat his dinner. Thank god we went to an upscale place to eat that day."
"You're kidding," Xander replied, shaking his head with a chuckle as he opened another box.
"I kid you not. We got up to some crazy shit when we were younger, and that's also why your Uncle Rory can never look at Banana Cream Pie without getting sick."
"I always wondered about that…" Xander pondered aloud to himself before he reached into the box and pulled out what looked to be items belonging to a Renaissance Fair reenactment. "Mom, what's this stuff?"
"That's what we're looking for!" Jessica said coming over, and taking the red and gold trimmed mantle from his hands. "This is the mantle of Gabriel Belmont," She draped it over her arm and dipped back down into the box coming back up with the armor of a knight. Giving her son a serious look, she spoke, "Alexander, I would like you to wear this mantle and armor while at the school."
"Why, also, doesn't Japan have this whole dress code thing?" He half joked. "I'm pretty sure the chairman will have a problem with me cosplaying as a knight."
"You won't be cosplaying." Jessica said seriously, "You'll be claiming and displaying your family heritage… You'll be sending a message."
Xander looked at his mother confused. "What kind of message mom?"
"One that I hope will keep you safe during your time there," Jessica replied. As she took the armor and mantle upstairs to clean them, leaving her son confused.
"She's worried," He said after she left.
"Obviously," Ramiris commented. "She's your mother, she wants to keep you safe, but knows you need to leave, so she's doing what she can to protect you. It's a gamble, and it might not work, but then again it might."
The teen raised an eyebrow and queried. "Whaddaya mean, shrimp?"
"Don't call me shrimp!" she roared much like a kitten trying to act tough while ineffectually whacking him in the face.
Pulling her away gently with one hand he tried again. "Okay crayfish, anyway what were you talking about?"
"The reason she wants you to wear the armor. It's an obvious ploy. She's banking on her family's reputation to keep you safe while at this Youkai Academy. That seeing someone, you, wearing the colors of a famous family of monster hunters so brazenly shall make others hesitate to attack you."
"Ah… Clever girl, my mom," Xander replied, not really understanding why he would need people to be afraid of him in the first place. 'It's just a school right?'
Finally it was the day he was going to leave. He'd packed the night before, and for several hours his mother had shown him how to don and doff the ancestral armor. "You've got it down, now all that comes is speed, and that'll take practice."
He was going to get a ride from his dad of all people to the airport in the early hours of dawn when he noticed something odd while drinking an extra strong black coffee. "Mom, Dad, there is a bus outside."
"A bus?"
"A bus," Xander affirmed peeking out the blinds making sure he wasn't seeing things.
Jessica and Tony shared a look before nodding. "Get your things Xander you won't need to take a plane after all, it seems Youkai Academy has seen fit to come pick you up personally."
The half groggy teen blinked in disbelief. "On a bus? All the way from Japan? Across an ocean, how?"
"The bus driver has his ways," Tony replied before handing his son the old steamer trunk which was now being used for his clothes… and other things. "Now, be careful, have fun, and try to remember to call home."
Still confused on how a bus got here from an island nation, Xander just nodded. "I will."
"I'll make sure he doesn't get into too much trouble," Ramiris promised. Zipping up to eye level and saluting Xander's parents.
Jessica giggled. "Then we leave him in your care Ramaris. Sorry again for leaving you in that seal. I had no idea you were in there dear."
"It's fine, it's not your fault, eheheh… it's a tad creepy how similar Xander looks to that Gabriel Belmont in his armor though. All he needs to do is grow out his hair and he'll be a dead ringer," The honey haired fae queen mentioned.
"Really?" Xander was surprised to learn that but the honking of a bus horn got his attention. "Love you both, gotta go! C'mon Ramiris."
Xander ran out of the house, clad in the armor and vestments of Gabriel Belmont, dragging a steamer trunk behind him with a Demon Lord following behind him as his parents watched from the doorway.
"Do you think he'll be okay?" Jessica asked. As she watched her son board the bus.
"You kidding? He's our son… He'll probably end up kicking the hornet's nest within the first week. Oww, hun I was just kidding!" Tony replied when his wife slapped his arm and gave him a cross look. Neither knowing that they were oddly right and wrong. A hornet's nest will be kicked but there will also be many rewards from it.
Xander boarded the bus to see a man in a formal suit, his eyes covered by his cap and face mostly shrouded by cigar smoke, grin at him, as he puffed on a freshly lit one. "So, you're the transfer student eh?" The busdriver looked him up and down before saying, "You'll get a lotta looks wearing that getup boy."
"I'm fine with it." Xander replied evenly, before stowing his things under his seat.
The driver just grinned before exhaling more smoke. "If you're sure," Looking back as he pulled the bus doors closed, he called to Xander, "Just so you know, Yokai Academy is a very scary place."
Xander returned the gaze with a deadpan one of his own. "Dude, I live on a partially closed portal to hell, the apocalypse almost happens annually around here, and something tries to eat me, every other night of the week. I ain't afraid of no school."
"Yeah, bring it on!" Ramiris cheered from her spot on Xander's shoulder as she pumped a fist.
"Your brave young man. Or perhaps foolish… Maybe both, we'll see." The busdriver said as he pulled away from the hellish suburbia that was Sunnydale and down the interstate a ways before driving down a long dark tunnel Xander could never recall being present before.
Once the bus came to a stop and he got off, Xander stood there for a moment with his mouth agape, his trunk and fairy friend by his side. For the ground was rocky and barren, the sky grey and overcast, and the trees bereft of leaves or any kind of foliage at all. In the distance, Xander spied a slightly rundown looking Japanese style school. "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore Toto."
"Whose Toto? And isn't this the part where you slowly build yourself a massive harem of superpowered beautiful women and find out you yourself have superpowers which are the most powerful of all?" Ramiris questioned.
"This isn't a manga Ramiris, and I'm beginning to regret showing those to you." Xander said to the Fairy Queen as the duo made their way forward towards the school.
The pint sized demon lord crossed her arms and huffed. "Well, if this was a manga, the first love interest would be showing up right about… now."
Nothing happened.
"See?" Xander retorted when nothing happened, making the fae queen look bashful. "This is real life, not a-"
"Hey, move! Get out of the way! I can't stop!" A frantic female voice called out suddenly.
Xander, having fought blood demons for over a year now, was used to having less of a warning than that, usually it was just the hairs on the back of his neck standing up, a sixth sense telling to 'move or die'. So hearing someone shout was enough for him to spin on his heel, deftly avoiding the runaway bicyclist and grab her off said bike all in one swift maneuver.
"You okay miss?" Xander's breath caught in his throat, for the girl in his arms was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. 'Blasphemy!' Some part of his mind said, 'You've seen Buffy,' Yet the girl in his arms had long pink hair, pale skin, green eyes, and a figure supermodels would kill for, and she made the sailor fuku uniform she was wearing look damn good if he did say so himself.
She stared up at him, her green eyes full of innocence and a blush staining her cheeks likely due from the adrenaline pumping through her veins. "I… Yes, thank you."
"No problem," Xander replied a little numbly, he felt a tad sluggish.
"You… smell really good," She reached up and wrapped her hands around his neck pulling herself up till she was eye level with him in his arms. She moved her head closer, and Xander thought she was going to kiss him, a reward for saving his life… so he didn't react as she bent low and opened her mouth near his neck revealing fangs until it was too late.
"Capu chu~u!" The girl said as she bit down on his neck, drawing his lifeblood with her bite and sucking it out from his aorta like a juice box straw.
Rage, mostly at himself for letting his guard down, filled Xander, and he threw the girl off him, blood dribbling from his punctured neck.
"Oww," She cried out as she landed on her ass, before looking up at the handsome boy who saved her who was looking down at her with rage burning in his hazel eyes.
"What. The. Hell. Do you think you're doing?" He asked in a low, dangerous voice.
"A-Ah, I'm sorry! I was sc-scared and when you s-saved me I was pulled in by the smell of your b-blood! I wasn't th-thinking straight! Please forgive me!" The girl assumed the dogeza position pressing her head against the ground as she sat on her heels.
Xander wanted to be angry, he did, but seeing this girl, 'A vampire?' he wondered. Shaking like a leaf, made him feel like a Big Bad… Like shit basically. Releasing his rage with a sigh, he felt at his neck to find the bleeding had stopped and the two puncture wounds had closed already. 'What does she have healing spit or something?' Another question without an answer. He looked down at the still shaking girl then back at the bike, it was a tangled heap of metal half twisted around a tree. 'That could've been her if I didn't grab her.' He thought. So thinking he made up his mind. "You can get up," He told the girl who hesitantly poked her head up and looked at him. "Just… just don't do that again okay?"
The girl got up and bowed low at the waist, "Thank you very much… Ah, where are my manners! I didn't even introduce myself first and you even went through the trouble of saving me. I'm Akashiya Moka, and as you've probably already guessed, I'm a vampire, you are?"
'I could lie,' Xander mused, 'But she's not like the vamps… blood demons on the Hellmouth. She doesn't come off as evil. Even if she did bite me. What the hell.' He made a decision. "Alexander Belmont Van-Helsing. Nice to meet you Akashiya-chan."
The girl's eyes bulged, and she went a few shades paler than before as she stared at him silently before she gave him a once over, taking note of the armor and red and gold trimmed raiment, "D-Did you say Belmont Van-Helsing?"
"Those are my middle and last names, but my friends call me Xander. You… can call me Xander I suppose."
Moka nodded woodenly. "Are you here to kill anyone?"
"No, that would be counterproductive to me being a student here." Xander replied.
"Oh… eheheh I see." Moka replied, giving a nervous little laugh.
Raising an eyebrow Xander inquired, "Do I frighten you Akashiya-chan?"
"Yes." Her reply was blunt.
"You scare me too," Xander replied earnestly. "You did bite me out of nowhere you know?"
"Sorry, sorry!" She said bowing again.
"I already said it's fine." Xander replied while rubbing his neck, "I'm not going to be turned by this am I?" He asked, pointing at his neck.
Moka rapidly shook her neck. "Nonono! It doesn't work like that! In order to turn someone we also need to inject them with our blood."
"I see." Xander sighed in relief. "Good to know." He continued after a moment of tense silence. "Would you happen to know where the principle Mikogami-sensei is? I need to speak with him."
"Mikogami-sama? He's the director of the school board. No one can just walk in and see him." Moka explained. "You need an appointment."
"I've got a feeling he'll make time for me. Do you know the way there?" Xander asked.
Moka nodded. "Yes, I just came from there. I was riding my bike to the girl's dorms when, well, you know." She looked forlornly at her bike.
"I'm not sure it can be fixed." the monster hunter replied as he went over and pulled the wreckage from around the tree. "But it's worth a shot." He replied as he hefted it onto one shoulder before he proceeded to drag his trunk with the other.
"Eh? You're actually going to try and fix it?" Moka was surprised. From what she'd always been told of the Belmonts they were the boogeyman of monster society, and the Van-Helsings were even worse, in particular for vampires like her. She looked at Xander sideways while they walked, smiling a bit. 'But he doesn't seem so bad.' she thought back to the scary face she saw when she'd been thrown out of his arms. 'As long as he isn't angry.' she amended her thoughts.
"And you said Manga didn't imitate real life," Ramiris crowed slyly.
"Shut up Ramiris," Xander groused.
"Whose that?!" Moka said, looking at the foot tall fairy.
Rolling his eyes, Xander replied, "A friend I came here with, Ramiris, Akashiya Moka. Moka Ramiris the Fairy Queen and self tited Demon Lord."
"It's not self-titled! I am a Demon Lord!" Ramiris shouted.
"And I'm Bugs Bunny… Meh, what's up Doc?!"
The vampiress just looked between the two, unable to believe what she'd just heard. 'What have I gotten myself involved in?' She silently wondered as she followed along the new two strange people she'd met.
The building Mikogami was located in looked like the Whitehouse… if the Whitehouse was a crumbling decrepit ruin that was. 'Okay, this place is getting weirder by the second.' Xander thought to himself.
"These buildings have so much character don't they?" Moka mused aloud as they neared the building.
"Character? This place looks like it's one stiff breeze away from falling over," The demon hunter rebutted.
"You really are human aren't you?" Moka spoke in wonder, before she looked away bashfully. "I… I went to the human world all throughout my middle school years and I… felt very alone. Since as far as I knew, I was the only monster going to a human world school."
"Yeah, I bet that was really fish outta water for you," Xander said as he held open the door for her and Ramiris. "But if it makes you feel any better at all, the shoe is on the other foot now."
"Umm, no, not really." Moka replied, before sending him a grateful smile for his gentlemanly ways. "Since you're the first nice human I've met."
Trailing behind the girls, Xander noted the interior of the building was much nicer and well kept than the exterior. Covered in lavish furnishings, and painting clung to the walls. "Well, that's kind of you to say, and you're the first vampire I've met that hasn't tried to kill me. Though I suppose they were blood demons, so they don't count."
Moka's face scrunched when she heard the term blood demon. "Eww, you had to deal with those foul bottom feeding wannabe's? I'm so sorry."
"So they really aren't related to vampires then?"
Moka turned and pouted at him, her eyes glistening, hands clasped behind her back, and lower lip quivering slightly as she spoke, "They are as related to me as I am related to a Mosquito, Xander-san."
Backing away while holding up his hands, the teen apologized. "Right, right, sorry, sorry, just stop doing that."
Moka kept it up for a moment more before she relented. "Good, you understand. Mikogami-sama's room is on the second floor," She pointed towards the mahogany staircase that led up to the second story.
Xander nodded to the pinkette. "Right I'd better go see him then, thanks for showing me here Moka."
"No problem…" A pause before, "Xander-san?" He looked back where he had just begun to climb the stairs and waited for her to speak. "Umm, if it isn't too much trouble, when you're done here, would you like to tour the campus with me since classes still won't be starting for a couple of hours?"
"Sure if I've got time," Xander replied with a nod.
"Yeah, I'd like to know where we'd be staying! I mean I'm a Demon Lord, I have standards you know." Ramiris added imperiously.
"Ramiris, you've been stuck in the equivalent of a soda can for over six-hundred years. Anything larger than that should be a palace to you," The American teen drawled.
"Shut up!" The Fairy Queen replied, smacking his right ear with both fists as hard as she could, which just left Xander laughing as he ascended the stairs.
Seeya later Moka," he called without looking back.
"Bye Xander!" She called back. Unseen went the blush on her face. "Be safe."
Finding the door was easy, it had a brass nameplate right next to it in both Japanese and English. Seeing one that said Mikogami. He knocked. What looked to be a priest, answered the door. "Can I help you?"
"Avon calling for Mister Mikogami, is he in?" Xander tried breaking the ice with a joke. The person just stared at him for a moment before the door shut in his face. "Wow, tough crowd, tough crowd."
Suddenly the door opened and several what looked to be exorcists filed out of the room, with the last one, a tall broad shouldered man with closely cut black hair saying, "He's been expecting you. Head on in."
"Thanks Lurch," Xander replied, before making his way into the office.
It had an office desk set in front of a large glass window, along with a plush chair. Sitting in it was a man garbed head to toe in a white mantle, the upper part of his face obscured in shadows. His eyes glowed menacingly with curiosity and power. He smiled as he looked at Xander. "So, the Scion of Houses Belmont and Van-Helsing, we meet at long last."
"Meh, what's up Doc?" Xander replied. He'd seen worse than this guy on the Hellmouth. He'd heard Spike's shitty poetry after all.
"Ah you're the type to laugh in the face of danger, how bold of you," Mikogami noted as he stood and came around his desk, his glowing ominous eyes never leaving Xander's. "Tell me, besides being forced to come here by likely corrupt officials, why are you here?"
"Honestly? That was the only reason… That is until recently. Up until a few days ago, I had no idea I was descended from two famous monster hunting families."
Mikogami nodded, smirk never leaving his face. "Now that you do know?"
Xander looked at the carpeted floor, kicking his steel toed boot off the plush carpet. "Well, now that I know, I guess I have a legacy to live up to, don't I sir?"
Mikogami clapped his hands together. "And if that legacy is one of killing monsters all sans you of which are attending this school?"
"As long as they behave and don't start nothing, there won't be nothing sir. However, if they start a fight, I'll sure as hell finish it," The teen replied with steel in his tone and fire in his eyes.
"Good, good!" Banging his fist on his desk, a hidden compartment popped open, allowing the dean of the school to reveal its contents.
The first was a rather large cross, all iron and wrapped in leather, three on either side and top, and six inches at the bottom ending in a wicked spike. Xander slowly approached the item and picked it up. It had some weight to it.
"Behold the weapon of Clan Belmont for centuries. The Vampire Killer."
"Why's it called… Oh shit!" Xander accidentally hit a hidden button causing the foot-long stake hidden in the shaft to rapidly extend, nearly impaling him in the heart. "That's why."
"Indeed," Mikogami chuckled evilly. "But that is not all it can do, nor all I have for you."
Yet before the dean could continue, a voice he hadn't heard in centuries interrupted him. "Hey old man, you look familiar, have I seen you somewhere before?"
Ramiris floated up to his face and tried to peek under his hood, to no avail, the darkness, shadows, or whatever it was, would not be pierced so easily.
"I just have one of those faces," Mikogami assured her, his grin widening ever so slightly as he did so, as if telling a joke only he was privy to.
Ramiris stroked her chin and squinted her eyes. "Hmm, you feel so familiar though, I can't quite place it…" She threw up her hands in exasperation. "I give up! It'll come to me, eventually… Probably."
"I'm sure. Anyway, I have more for you oh Hunter of Demons," Mikogami motioned Xander closer with a sweep of his arm, like a merchant trying to peddle his wares.
'If he quotes a certain merchant from Resident Evil four I'll lose it,' Xander thought to himself as he pursued what was on the table. From left to right there the first pf the items were multiple black sheathes filled with what looked to be silver knives, five stacked on top of each other in a sheath, thirty in all. He opened one and took a blade out, testing its sharpness on his thumb. 'Razor sharp.' Xander noted.
Next was a gauntlet, fully articulated for the left hand, scorched black with silver runic symbols on it.
Sitting next to it was a pair of what he believed were called sabatons, plate armor that went on the feet that had a feather motif. A pair of pauldron shoulder guards came after it, which had wings carved into them. Then came a net satchel that had glowing bottles of holy water. 'Holy water doesn't glow though.' Xander thought to himself 'So what the fuck is it?'
An old silver stopwatch sat next to what looked to be a pair of sawblades and a throwing axe and…
"Is that a crossbow?" Xander asked, pointing at the shotgun sized hawk headed thing at the end of the table.
"Fully automatic, silver tipped in holy water blessed arrows," Mikogami affirmed before he pointed to a belt of silver medallions. "This belt too, is magical if set with magical gems, you can tap into light and shadow magic."
"What is all this sir?" The teen asked at last.
"These," Mikogami spread his hands out over the small arsenal of weapons, "Are the tools of your trade, you family lines have been killing the monsters who couldn't follow the rules and spirit of Yokai Academy for centuries."
The human decided to cut to the point. "Which is?"
"Peaceful coexistence with humanity. Humans outnumber us three two one Alexander. Though we could defeat them on a personal level, humans if it came right down to it, could, and would, slaughter us to the last. Hence we have decided that in order to continue to exist, we must hide ourselves and blend in with mankind. That was the will of a certain someone I knew long ago."
Mikogami paused for a moment before continuing, "I realize you have not had a good experience with the supernatural," Xander snorted, the dean ignored it and continued, "However I hope you shall give the people here a chance. Not all of them are good," Mikogami raised a finger, "As I'm sure you've already noticed, "Not all of them are evil either."
The smiling face of a pink-haired girl flashed through his mind's eye. "I've gotten that impression… But Mikogami, if someone tried to kill me, I won't hold back." The teen warned.
The robed monster nodded. "Understandable. Any attempts on your life will be treated as self defense on your part of course."
"Cool, glad we understand each other… Also, I don't speak Japanese."
"My dear boy, do you think this school only caters to Japanese monsters?" Mikogami shook his head. "No, we get monsters from all over the world here. No need to worry, we have courses that teach all manner of languages."
"Good! Now that that's cleared up," Ramiris butted in again, "Where are we staying? Xander and I aren't just anyone and can't just be lumped in with the common rabble you know?"
"Ramiris!" Xander growled.
Yet Mikogami just laughed. "Of course not. If I put you in the normal dorms they might try to kill you in your sleep after all. We have a small cottage not far from the women's dorm you can use."
"It's near the woods right? I'm fond of the forest." Ramiris noted.
"Naturally."
"So I can just take all this then?" Nodding towards the items on the desk.
"If you can, yes." Mikogami's grin widened just a tad after he spoke.
'I'm starting to not trust him when he does that,' Xander thought, giving the dean the stink eye as he began lifting the items off the red cloth they'd been unpacked from one by one. The daggers came up easily enough but the gauntlet stuck fast to the red cloth, like it was glued on.
"What the hell?!" Xander tried with both hands, but it wouldn't budge. The same happened with the sabatons and the pauldrons. Everything else came up easily enough.
Mikogami rubbed his chin with one hand while he smirked. "It is as I suspected. The Relics of the Lords of Shadow haven't accepted you as their true master yet," the headmaster mused aloud.
"Huh?" The teen was lost. None of what the hooded figure just said had made a lick of sense to him.
"Simply put, in order to claim the relics you must defeat their guardian monsters. Werewolf," He pointed to the sabatons, "Vampire," The pauldrons, "Zombie." The gauntlet.
"Oh is that all?" Xander wasn't all that impressed, he faced far worse.
"Careful Master Harris, for pride, pride always comes before the fall," Mikogami advised.
Huffing, the teen nodded. "Right, so I can take all the rest then?"
Mikogami nodded. "But of course Master Harris, I can hold onto the Relics of Shadow until such time that you may put them to… good use."
Xander smiled. "Thanks Mikogami… also, for the record books, it's Alexander Belmont Van-Helsing."
This caused the dean's grin to nearly split his face. "I see… I look forward to seeing what you do in your first semester Master Van-Helsing."
"Yeah this should be… different. Well if that's all sir, I'll go for now."
Opening the secret compartment back up, Mikogami folded the cloth, and relics back up and hid them away. "Of course Master Van-Helsing, enjoy the entrance ceremony" Just as Xander was leaving the man's office he said one last thing. "Oh and one last thing before you go?"
"Yes sir?" Xander inquired.
"What're ya buyin, What're ya sellin?"
Shutting the door quickly behind him Xander thought to himself. 'Did that bastard read my mind?!' I need to spend some time with Moka and forget all about this."
Word Count: 10,385 Number of Pages: 24 Date Completed: 7/16/2021
AN: Welcome to the second half of our 7/16/2021 double feature! Check out "Ghost of the Divine Heiress" if you haven't already ladies and gentlemen! This is our other new BtvS fic, which is mainly a crossover with Rosario Vampire. I do hope you all enjoy it. Snowy in particular enjoyed this fic and so I'll hand the mic over to him for a bit.
This is a passion project requested by me. This is a major project for me that I put my heart into. Rosario Vampire is my favorite manga of my youth. I hope you all enjoy it and the secrets that come with it. Now how will Xander cope?
Sage words as always my friend. Thank you all for reading, everyone. If you feel like it, donate to my Pat-Reon at Www. . Or don't, it's all good. Anyway, till next time everyone this has been an Inkblot Bros Production. With me on the keyboard, Snowy editing, and Helios as our Special Consultant. Till next time everyone, stay safe, Peace!