A/N: Hello dear readers, its the writer back again with a new and very different chapter. Its new style that ive been playing with and it focuses mainly on description and world building. i'm gonna work on it more but not sure if ill keep doing it.

so quick note before we begin, the first chapter update will be posted soon, it will be edited , but will have no major story changes, and expect the next chapter today or tomorrow, simply because sense i was late with this one its my way of apologizing.

disclaimer: i do not own Rosario+vampire or its characters this is a fan based fanfiction. enjoy.

Awaken From Death

Blood shot from the boys head caused by a blow delivered by the guards club, the ruby liquid laced the statue of Abel and his sword with an unwelcome splatter. The guards all laughed at the boys weakness before dragging him off, none of their eyes capturing the act of god transpiring behind them.

The cells of the boy began to soak into the once snow white bandages that contained the mighty weapon. The smell of the worthy blood made the blade shake with hunger and anger. It felt the delicious blood as of it were alive snaking its way up its thin slender sheath and seep in the cracks of his prison.

"At last." The blade whimpered holding its metal tongue, while the sweet red nectar dripped onto the blade.

The shock wave of the blades power made every table in the room flip, while the blue aura filled the chamber.

"YES, AT LAST!" the blade celebrated feeling his power once again awakened, but soon that taste began to grow bitter. "What? What is this?!"

The blade growled as it shock on the rack, while inside its sheath black web like veins started to spread like a cancer up its once perfect body.

The aura in the room hastily retreated to its stronghold the two colors clashing each battling for supremacy.

"this power its overwhelming." Growled the blade, while it strained until finally settling down the invading power quelled and added to its own strength.

"interesting, very interesting."

The head maid who is human servant entered the chambers and gasped at destruction of the room.

"oh no they made a mess of this." She growled waving to the others to enter while she stepped aside allowing her staff to file in quickly, and begin repairs.

"Master will be furious if this is not ready before the guests arrive, so we must… Ahh!" the woman gasped seeing her worst fear come to light from the sight her yes beheld.

"No, no, no not the masters sword, if he sees this it will be our heads." The woman panicked before hearing a familiar set of footsteps coming down the hall. Quickly the head maid walked back to the door to intercept her one hope for survival.

A young woman with sleet white hair and eyes made her way down the hall with her bucket and sponge in hand. Her rosy lips moved softly as she counted each step to her masters chamber, her purpose consuming her very existence.

Step after step she counted her sharp ears catching every sound while she made her way down the halls, her pace never slowed until it was stopped by the calling of her name. "violet, oh violet come here a moment."

Violet stopped she knew the voice and approached its call.

"yes ma'am, how may I serve you." Violet asked holding out her arm to lead through the black world to a new task.

"violet the Sword of Abel is dirty and needs new wrapping, you are the only one the master allows to touch the blade, please help and don't tell the master." The words brought a knowing smile to violets lips as she nodded.

"I hold no loyalty to master Shuzen, but my lady will be sadden if she learns that I did not tend to master Abel sword." The violet felt the gentle hand of the head maid take her by the arm and guided her to the statues base.

"Put the cleaning kit at my side, and keep the room quiet while I work." Violet said as she lowered herself to her hands and knees and prayed at the feet of the statue while the others did their chores and fetched her things.

minutes pass until the head maid returned and set the kit next to the blind servant, and then turned to the others who had finished putting the room in its proper order, "clear the room.".

Violet sat up and carefully brought her hands to find the sword, the weapon drew breath at the familiar touch of its newest and only true companion. "I bid you good morning weapon of the master."

" same to you, Violet, great granddaughter of the master, how do you fair?" the sword responded while the young girl undid his wrappings.

"I am well, I tend of my lady, and the masters tomb as always, though I have noticed Cendyss has been notably restless these past few days." Violet commented putting the old wrappings in her dress and feeling inside the kit for the cleansing cloth.

"I am not surprised, the master has returned." The sword said bluntly while the girl gasped.

"truly, but I have not heard a sound from his coffin in many years." The sword laughed and softly hummed in contentment at the woman cleaned him slowly.

"Do not be fooled, our master does not lay in that empty casket, he is here. He was in this room not moments ago. I do not know his purpose, but events are in motion, and soon I will be wielded in the great battle that has been a millennium in the making."

"a joyous day it will be, the master returning just in time to see master Akasha daughter's wedding." The sword laughed as the girl replaced the bandages carefully and expertly.

"Believe me child, there will be no wedding, no one will wield me I promise, and soon you will be tended to as a lady of this house."

Violet smiled and placed the sword back on its bed before bowing to it. "I long for the day, but I can wait a little longer, goodbye." The girl said unable to hear the swords goodbye while she picked up her bucket and sponge leaving the kit to be collected. "now to my ladies side."

Violet once again started her journey with a wider smile and a new hope in her heart. She made her way to the last door on of the hall up the long spiral staircase of the south tower and opened the large wooden door that led to her ladies room.

"my lady I have come to give you your bath." Said violet walking into the chamber and setting down her bucket on the bedside table.

"still silent, always sleeping aren't you my lady?" she asked the forever silent woman lying on the bed that violet knew was in front of her.

"My lady?" violet said while she started to coke up with tears. "please, say something to me."

Violet fell to her knees as she grabbed the hand of her only family and placed it against her cheek while she cried. Meanwhile the scent of blood from the bandages in the pocket of her apron began to escape into the free air.

Unseen to the blind Violet was her lady beginning to transform. Her skin once cold, pale and lifeless; began to have a new honey glow that spread from the sacred mark on her left outer thigh.

With every breath of the scent gave new life to the once still corpse until the woman with brilliant golden hair, smooth milk white skin, and an hour glass figure; until finally she opened her blood red eyes. "Abel?!"

Chatting with Electra: the woman smiles as the chat begin and waves to the audience and nodes to the writer. "hello everyone thank you again for coming to read our little story." Electra says with a smile as the writer nodes at her. "we've been thinking long and hard about this chapter and to be honest the writer had a major block and couldn't decide which way to take the story, but now after getting kicked in gear by yours truly he came up with this, rather unique chapter." she says with a smile "the style was changed up a bit, a lot of it was written like in old English so if it takes a few times reading its perfectly normal, this was advised by a friend so hes trying out the style." with that Electra sighs and stands up "also sadly I'm afraid this will be the last chat I'm doing, as i have a new role to play so, i bid you adieu." the writer with a snap of his fingers is once again alone in the chat and sighs wondering what to do now. the door to the chamber suddenly gets kicked in as Massimo steps in with two bottles of strong wine. "its my turn now!" he cheers making the writer take a worried gulp.