"Damn it!" Django cursed through gritted teeth as he ran off in pursuit of
the informant. The frightened man had taken one look at Django and
Drusilla and fled in horror. But not just from them, Django surmised.
That made it all the more imperative to get answers. Django bolted down
the dark alley after the timid, startled informant. I'm gonna kick your
ass Benny, Django thought, for making me run like this. For your sake I
hope you're not stupid enough to plan a trap.
"That's right! Chase him Django. Grrr!" Drusilla called after her lover, very supportive, she thought. She sighed as she let herself sway in the alley. After their little tiff, it was good to be alone in the alley like this for just a bit. She was sure Django would be in no immediate danger. "Silly, silly Django," Drusilla hummed to herself. "Silly, silly Django, running down the alley, chasing after leeches."
Drusilla giggled at her little musical joke. She loved her Django of course, but he was being very difficult at the moment with all his worries. Drusilla continued to sway to the beat in her head. The wind whispered to her, of course, as it often did. "Lovely wind, what have you got to sing for me tonight? I'll give you a candy bar if you're nice." Suddenly Drusilla shivered. "Ohhhh! I don't think I like that song at all! Make it stop." Drusilla began to feel that maybe Django had been right to worry so.
****
"Out with it Benny!" Django rammed the poor fragile informant against the wall. He was in no mood for games. "If I can't persuade you, I'm sure my gentle half would like a go."
"No!" Benny cried in horror. "They say even lawyers are afraid of her power!" Benny squirmed and struggled but Django held him too tight. "Alright! But please. Once I tell you, just go! Take your vampire girlfriend and go far away from me!" Django nodded. Benny snivelled to himself. What he said next was like a dagger to Django's gut.
"Mary Sue!" Benny spluttered wildly. "They say that you two killed her brother and she's out there prowling the rooftops at night looking for you. There! I've told you. Just go. Leave me!"
Django could see the fear in Benny's eyes and knew he was telling the truth. Django released the informant and turned from him absentmindedly. This was bad. "Dru!" he whispered, realising he'd left her alone. Without wasting a second, he ran back the way he came. He and Dru collided with each other half way there. "RUN!" Django shouted to her as he scrambled to his feet.
"Django, we have to get out of Prague!" Drusilla was shouting simultaneously. Before she had even a chance to get to her feet, Dru felt something very wrong. "No!" she whimpered. Something came from above.
Quick as a flash, Drusilla was knocked off her feet and across the alley. Before Django could react, Mary Sue had a vial of holy water open and was splashing it over Drusilla with a look of pure spite. Drusilla screamed in agony as the water burned her all over. She flailed helplessly to try to make the pain stop. Django was on his feet in admirable time and charging the would be assassin.
Not quite quick enough though. That had always been his problem around Mary Sue, a one time rival in demon hunter circles. Right away she spun round and elbowed Django in the face. Django was dazed and his attacker gave no chance to recover. Immediately she was following up with a series of punches and spin kicks. Django's training hadn't completely deserted him. He blocked move for move, but it was getting harder. He tried to take the initiative by feinting a kick and then spinning behind her. Mary Sue was too fast again and was blocking all his moves. Worse, her blocks were so savage in themselves that Django felt he was hitting solid rock every move he made.
Drusilla through her own pain, saw a opportunity to help Django. She kicked out with her spiked heels, all her strength into it. Mary Sue obviously felt the kick and almost tripped over it. Instead she somersaulted out of the way and took to leaping and bounding off the walls of the alleyway. Django was amazed at her agility. Perhaps the rumours that she had sought out Spring Heeled Jack as a mentor were well founded after all. And as if to prove the point beyond all doubt, Mary Sue flew in for another attack, wrapping her legs around Django's throat and using momentum to send his head crashing against the wall. Mary Sue leapt off of Django, as Drusilla got to her feet, and spun to face the vampire. Again using the techniques learnt from Spring Heeled Jack, Mary Sue actually spat out a burst of flame into the face off her opponent.
Drusilla screamed again as her hands fluttered over her face to douse the burning sensation. Being disorientated by the surprise ability of the vengeful demon hunter, Dru was defenceless as to the next attack. Grinning in triumph, Mary Sue activated one of her spring-loaded wrist blades and slashed Dru across the midriff, tearing a strip from her dress. Django was back and had his arm around Mary Sue's neck. For a while, she had some difficulty with him and actually had to exert. In the end however she flung the traitor over her shoulder and pounced onto him, blade at his throat. "You get to watch!" she spat. "I'm gonna gut your girl before I kill her."
Django was hardly even conscious at this moment, but using everything he had, he slammed his head into Mary Sue's leering face. Nose busted, she screamed like a wolf caught in a bear trap and fell back. Django felt his neck, dazedly. There was a slight gash, but not a major wound. Drusilla charged this annoying wretch who had already given them both so much grief. Her vampire strength battered Mary Sue against the wall and her nails raked the girl's cheeks and shoulders.
"Look at me, dearie!" Drusilla growled in seeming triumph. She was going to use the quickest way to end this. Much as she enjoyed inflicting pain and wounds on the mysterious attacker, Dru wanted to tend Django's wounds and her own and get to safety. I sting, Drusilla thought achingly. Mary Sue was covering her face. Resisting Dru's attempt to hypnotise. Dru grabbed the demon hunters arms in vice-like grips and stared into the girl's face. A mortal demon hunter should not have been able to strike back so easily. But that is what happened. She resisted Drusilla's attempt at mind control and somehow broke free. Drusilla did not wish to give up the advantage and was on the girl's back tearing at her.
Mary Sue screamed in agony. It felt like her whole back was being tore from her. She was well beyond the normal human response to pain and fear however. She backed into the wall with full force, managing to dislodge the vampire and spun round, delivering a series of spin kicks, almost impossible for human eye to track. Drusilla did a pretty good job of blocking most of them, but this was just the set up. Again the demon hunter spat flame from her mouth and this time Drusilla caught fire.
Feeling like his body had been worked over by a sledgehammer, Django had nevertheless been working on getting to his feet again. Hearing the frightened quality to Drusilla's screams gave him the impetus he needed. Seeing her other opponent on his feet, Mary Sue grinned and leapt. Once again she was showing off her amazing agility by bouncing off the walls and using momentum to get as high as the rooftops. Drusilla was rolling on the ground and putting herself out. Django knew he did not have the luxury of going to comfort her.
Django knew from previous encounters that defeating Mary Sue one on one would be next to impossible. She had always been way ahead of him in their field. She was like some emotionless killing machine. Her very coldness seemed to be what kept her in control, Django noted. And maybe her emotion were what needed to be attacked. So, one of the Florence attackers had been her brother? Those deaths were unfortunate, but they had been the ones doing the attacking. Django brushed aside any regret he had. "Was it the swordsman, that was your brother?" he called to the rooftops.
Movement. "Drusilla snapped his weak little neck like a twig you know!" Django pressed. Django was suddenly grabbed from behind and thrown against the wall. He fought against Mary Sue's karate chops and punches, but enough were getting through and eventually his defence broke.
"I know what happened!" Mary Sue roared. "And as for the getting to my emotions bit? Too bad! You're not a psycho-analyst yet!" Mary Sue continued to rain punches on her stunned enemy. She sensed Drusilla's approach, but emotion had gotten the best of her after all. Distracted too long, the girl was unprepared when Drusilla activated the wrist blade and twisted the girl's arm, stabbing her in the back with it. Mary Sue struggled to remain conscious but experience told her she was losing.
Leaving the girl to collapse in a heap, Drusilla wearily scooped up Django and headed towards the nearest shelter.
****
An abandoned, decrepit warehouse. Drusilla lit the old lantern that some squatter had left behind. She kept the flame low but wanted Django to see that she wasn't too badly hurt and that she was right here for him. All things considered it could have been worse. Dru had suffered enough, she reflected, at the demon hunter's hands. But compared to her last near fatal misstep in Prague, this had been minor. The holy water and fire damage to her would smart the most, over days or weeks to come, but had not been extensive enough to put her out of action. Dru had been lucky, she realised, that Django was on hand to provide backup. And he had been almost pushed to his limit, poor dear. He was covered in even more bruises and cuts than she. And it would take him longer to heal from such wounds. Still, no more than a few days should be needed. He was strong, her Django. All the same, they would have to leave Prague the following night. It would be much too dangerous if the girl's friends were on the trail.
What a curious girl she was, Drusilla thought of the attacker. She groaned at the nasty cut on her midriff. Already she could feel it healing, but it still tingled for her. And noting the blood and big tears, Drusilla reflected how much she hated to see one of her good dresses ruined. Dru looked at her champion, who lay beside her in the tunnel. He was awake like she, and he would groan on occasion too. Drusilla took Django's hand in her own.
"Who was she then?" Drusilla popped the question.
Django thought about it for a moment. "She was called Mary Sue." he related. "She went to the same Demon Hunter College as me. Of course she was a few years ahead of me. Already on her HNC when I was just starting my NC. Both being demon hunters, we used to run into each other sometimes. I hated her though. She was better, much better at everything and always looked down on the rest of us. Bitch."
"Her brother is a rainbow." Drusilla informed her companion a little while down the line.
"He was also one of the ones who attacked us in Florence." Django supplied wearily. "The swordsman, I expect."
"They can't hurt us now love." Drusilla found just enough strength to move and kiss Django on the cheek. "Quite something though, she was. Resisted my eyes. Not even the slayer I killed had been able to do that. Shame that I never got to taste her." Even as Drusilla was talking, she felt a strange tingle. Even with her vampire hearing she hadn't heard a sound. But suddenly there was a trespasser in their little barn of love.
"Isn't this cosy?" Mary Sue said through gritted teeth. She had brought a suitcase with her, which she dropped to the ground. The demon hunter was obviously in pain, but she did a good job of hiding it. Drusilla just watched her for a few moments. She was readying herself to move though, at a moments notice. Mary Sue snatched out her automatics and aimed them at Django. "How's your bullet catching?" the girl leered. "If I remember correctly, you failed that part of the test, didn't you Django?"
Drusilla was in the air of course and in the path of the bullets in a flash. Just as Mary Sue knew she would. Cockiness and taking too long had been her undoing, Mary Sue realised. But that didn't mean she was going to end it for any of them that quickly. The bullets tore in the vampire and sent her skidding along the floor. Drusilla coughed. She'd taken quite a few hits and once again the night's events were taking their toll on her.
Django stumbled to his feet and clumsily charged Mary Sue. She calmly threw one of her empty guns at him, hitting her inferior square in the face. The force was enough to knock him down. Mary Sue reached down to her suitcase and took out her favourite battle axe. This was where she made a mistake however. The pain of her back wounds tore through her. She winced and hissed audibly with the pain. She almost lost her balance for a few seconds. And what's more, Drusilla had noticed it.
Drusilla grinned, despite her own discomfort. "I think we've broken the little girl." Dru called to Django (or Mary Sue?) in a girlish, naughty but nice tone. "Her heart seems to cry out for custard and ice cream. But all that's left in the pantry are maggots and nasty shrew droppings."
"Shut up, whore!" the demon hunter approached with a crazed look. Battle axe was raised high and ready to come down. Drusilla took one last groan as she mentally and physically prepared herself. And then she flipped herself to her feet and ducked around Mary Sue's swing. She came round from the back again and swatted Mary Sue on the back of her silly little head. Playful by Dru's standards, but still with that added vampire strength that could be so unpredictable for it's effects on humans.
Mary Sue almost bit her tongue with agony. "Tig! You're hit!" Drusilla laughed joyfully.
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Mary Sue roared. This was the.....thing that had taken her brother from her. And it was busy playing games like a child. Mary Sue was swinging wildly with her axe, desperate to just land a blow. Drusilla was quick and nimble however and kept dodging round. Mary Sue soon found herself dizzy by it all. Drusilla performed a vicious sweep kick that took the demon hunter's legs from under her. She went to follow it up, but despite landing hard and breathing hard at this point, Mary Sue was ready. With both hands gripping the handle of her axe, she swung up and blocked the deranged vampire's attack.
Catapulting herself to her feet again, it was Mary Sue's turn to catch Drusilla off balance. She beat the vampire loon about the head a few times with the blunt part of her axe and pulled back to take a swing. Drusilla let herself drop. Her eyes seemed to glaze over like a bedroom in Autumn and she sighed contentedly. "Now love!" she snickered and dived out of the way. Django had the lantern and swung it with all his might.
Mary Sue screamed as the lantern shattered with impact against her and spread it's flame all over her as she flailed. Just to be sure, Drusilla threw the suitcase and knocked the desperately dizzy and screaming girl against the wall with a bone-breaking thud. "You beat her that time love!" Drusilla yelped like a cheerleader, helping her Django to the exit.
****
The Prague sewer system. Drusilla groaned as the holy water burns almost seemed to sizzle on her legs and arms again. Now she was all bullet holes too. To distract herself from the pain, Drusilla decided to continue the small talk. "What sort of girls did you know, before me?"
Django contemplated whether to really tell her or not. Knowing Dru's perceptiveness, she already knew the answer anyway. "I dated a Hell God for a bit. Quite lovely she was. We were quite an item. Came from different worlds though, literally. While I was studying to be a demon hunter, all she cared about were shoes and finding a mystical key. We got married but.....but it didn't....work out. We were annulled the very next day, just as quick as I could arrange it." Django grew uncomfortable here. "Something....shocking happened during the honeymoon. She changed! I don't want to go into it love."
Drusilla had a image in her mind of course. She knew exactly what had happened. Drusilla laughed with delight at the absurdity of it all. Poor Django had been completely unaware of how Little Miss Hallelujah had been forced to share a body with another. It was all so hysterical to Dru for quite a bit. Even when her sides began to hurt.
"Yes, very amusing, Dru!" Django grumbled cattily. "Still, sometimes I wonder what ever happened to that girl. Just the girl of course."
Drusilla's psychic abilities had pierced the very fabric of that one too. Besides it was quite common gossip in demon circles. She kept her information to herself though. Django had been through enough for one night, Drusilla decided. Maybe it really was time to talk about something else instead. "Fancy a game of I Spy, pet?"
****
Delgado sat alone in his private room. He had been sobbing for a while and his eyes were still brimming. He cradled his stiff brandy as he reflected on the tragedies of late. First the brother had been so swiftly cut down in his prime and now the sister was in a coma in the Prague hospital. It was amazing that she had been able to put the fire out in time to avoid serious tissue damage. Part of the amazing abilities the girl seemed to possess. But even with those great skills, Mary Sue's fate was up in the air for the present. And there had been the other deaths in Florence, of course. Inevitable in this line of work, but no less personal. They had all been foot soldiers in the war against demon kind and darkness.
Delgado and his fellow former watchers, had had a dream of a new council. A better organisation that wasn't afraid to strike out with all it's resources. And yet for all that work every member had put in, the darkness still laughed. Drusilla and her human lover had defied the organisation at every turn. If the war against demons was to press on, these evil beings would have to be eliminated. Proof that ultimately valour would triumph.
"Mr Delgado."
Delgado turned round startled and saw the man standing beside him. Dark suit, hair slicked back and dark sunglasses, even indoors. There was something chilling about this man. "What do you want? How did you get in here?" Delgado demanded.
"Forgive the intrusion, Mr Delgado." The man spoke like a sibilant serpent. "My name is Agent Smith. I am aware of your trouble with the vampire Drusilla. I too, have an enemy to pursue." He dropped a security camera photo into Delgado's lap. The young man in the image was unmistakably familiar. "This is a photo of a man we believe to be a KGB mole, taken while we had him in custody. It is my belief that this man is too great a risk to be allowed to get away again."
"I will help you find the vampire." Agent Smith continued. "And then I can finally catch up with and eliminate.... Mr Django!"
"That's right! Chase him Django. Grrr!" Drusilla called after her lover, very supportive, she thought. She sighed as she let herself sway in the alley. After their little tiff, it was good to be alone in the alley like this for just a bit. She was sure Django would be in no immediate danger. "Silly, silly Django," Drusilla hummed to herself. "Silly, silly Django, running down the alley, chasing after leeches."
Drusilla giggled at her little musical joke. She loved her Django of course, but he was being very difficult at the moment with all his worries. Drusilla continued to sway to the beat in her head. The wind whispered to her, of course, as it often did. "Lovely wind, what have you got to sing for me tonight? I'll give you a candy bar if you're nice." Suddenly Drusilla shivered. "Ohhhh! I don't think I like that song at all! Make it stop." Drusilla began to feel that maybe Django had been right to worry so.
****
"Out with it Benny!" Django rammed the poor fragile informant against the wall. He was in no mood for games. "If I can't persuade you, I'm sure my gentle half would like a go."
"No!" Benny cried in horror. "They say even lawyers are afraid of her power!" Benny squirmed and struggled but Django held him too tight. "Alright! But please. Once I tell you, just go! Take your vampire girlfriend and go far away from me!" Django nodded. Benny snivelled to himself. What he said next was like a dagger to Django's gut.
"Mary Sue!" Benny spluttered wildly. "They say that you two killed her brother and she's out there prowling the rooftops at night looking for you. There! I've told you. Just go. Leave me!"
Django could see the fear in Benny's eyes and knew he was telling the truth. Django released the informant and turned from him absentmindedly. This was bad. "Dru!" he whispered, realising he'd left her alone. Without wasting a second, he ran back the way he came. He and Dru collided with each other half way there. "RUN!" Django shouted to her as he scrambled to his feet.
"Django, we have to get out of Prague!" Drusilla was shouting simultaneously. Before she had even a chance to get to her feet, Dru felt something very wrong. "No!" she whimpered. Something came from above.
Quick as a flash, Drusilla was knocked off her feet and across the alley. Before Django could react, Mary Sue had a vial of holy water open and was splashing it over Drusilla with a look of pure spite. Drusilla screamed in agony as the water burned her all over. She flailed helplessly to try to make the pain stop. Django was on his feet in admirable time and charging the would be assassin.
Not quite quick enough though. That had always been his problem around Mary Sue, a one time rival in demon hunter circles. Right away she spun round and elbowed Django in the face. Django was dazed and his attacker gave no chance to recover. Immediately she was following up with a series of punches and spin kicks. Django's training hadn't completely deserted him. He blocked move for move, but it was getting harder. He tried to take the initiative by feinting a kick and then spinning behind her. Mary Sue was too fast again and was blocking all his moves. Worse, her blocks were so savage in themselves that Django felt he was hitting solid rock every move he made.
Drusilla through her own pain, saw a opportunity to help Django. She kicked out with her spiked heels, all her strength into it. Mary Sue obviously felt the kick and almost tripped over it. Instead she somersaulted out of the way and took to leaping and bounding off the walls of the alleyway. Django was amazed at her agility. Perhaps the rumours that she had sought out Spring Heeled Jack as a mentor were well founded after all. And as if to prove the point beyond all doubt, Mary Sue flew in for another attack, wrapping her legs around Django's throat and using momentum to send his head crashing against the wall. Mary Sue leapt off of Django, as Drusilla got to her feet, and spun to face the vampire. Again using the techniques learnt from Spring Heeled Jack, Mary Sue actually spat out a burst of flame into the face off her opponent.
Drusilla screamed again as her hands fluttered over her face to douse the burning sensation. Being disorientated by the surprise ability of the vengeful demon hunter, Dru was defenceless as to the next attack. Grinning in triumph, Mary Sue activated one of her spring-loaded wrist blades and slashed Dru across the midriff, tearing a strip from her dress. Django was back and had his arm around Mary Sue's neck. For a while, she had some difficulty with him and actually had to exert. In the end however she flung the traitor over her shoulder and pounced onto him, blade at his throat. "You get to watch!" she spat. "I'm gonna gut your girl before I kill her."
Django was hardly even conscious at this moment, but using everything he had, he slammed his head into Mary Sue's leering face. Nose busted, she screamed like a wolf caught in a bear trap and fell back. Django felt his neck, dazedly. There was a slight gash, but not a major wound. Drusilla charged this annoying wretch who had already given them both so much grief. Her vampire strength battered Mary Sue against the wall and her nails raked the girl's cheeks and shoulders.
"Look at me, dearie!" Drusilla growled in seeming triumph. She was going to use the quickest way to end this. Much as she enjoyed inflicting pain and wounds on the mysterious attacker, Dru wanted to tend Django's wounds and her own and get to safety. I sting, Drusilla thought achingly. Mary Sue was covering her face. Resisting Dru's attempt to hypnotise. Dru grabbed the demon hunters arms in vice-like grips and stared into the girl's face. A mortal demon hunter should not have been able to strike back so easily. But that is what happened. She resisted Drusilla's attempt at mind control and somehow broke free. Drusilla did not wish to give up the advantage and was on the girl's back tearing at her.
Mary Sue screamed in agony. It felt like her whole back was being tore from her. She was well beyond the normal human response to pain and fear however. She backed into the wall with full force, managing to dislodge the vampire and spun round, delivering a series of spin kicks, almost impossible for human eye to track. Drusilla did a pretty good job of blocking most of them, but this was just the set up. Again the demon hunter spat flame from her mouth and this time Drusilla caught fire.
Feeling like his body had been worked over by a sledgehammer, Django had nevertheless been working on getting to his feet again. Hearing the frightened quality to Drusilla's screams gave him the impetus he needed. Seeing her other opponent on his feet, Mary Sue grinned and leapt. Once again she was showing off her amazing agility by bouncing off the walls and using momentum to get as high as the rooftops. Drusilla was rolling on the ground and putting herself out. Django knew he did not have the luxury of going to comfort her.
Django knew from previous encounters that defeating Mary Sue one on one would be next to impossible. She had always been way ahead of him in their field. She was like some emotionless killing machine. Her very coldness seemed to be what kept her in control, Django noted. And maybe her emotion were what needed to be attacked. So, one of the Florence attackers had been her brother? Those deaths were unfortunate, but they had been the ones doing the attacking. Django brushed aside any regret he had. "Was it the swordsman, that was your brother?" he called to the rooftops.
Movement. "Drusilla snapped his weak little neck like a twig you know!" Django pressed. Django was suddenly grabbed from behind and thrown against the wall. He fought against Mary Sue's karate chops and punches, but enough were getting through and eventually his defence broke.
"I know what happened!" Mary Sue roared. "And as for the getting to my emotions bit? Too bad! You're not a psycho-analyst yet!" Mary Sue continued to rain punches on her stunned enemy. She sensed Drusilla's approach, but emotion had gotten the best of her after all. Distracted too long, the girl was unprepared when Drusilla activated the wrist blade and twisted the girl's arm, stabbing her in the back with it. Mary Sue struggled to remain conscious but experience told her she was losing.
Leaving the girl to collapse in a heap, Drusilla wearily scooped up Django and headed towards the nearest shelter.
****
An abandoned, decrepit warehouse. Drusilla lit the old lantern that some squatter had left behind. She kept the flame low but wanted Django to see that she wasn't too badly hurt and that she was right here for him. All things considered it could have been worse. Dru had suffered enough, she reflected, at the demon hunter's hands. But compared to her last near fatal misstep in Prague, this had been minor. The holy water and fire damage to her would smart the most, over days or weeks to come, but had not been extensive enough to put her out of action. Dru had been lucky, she realised, that Django was on hand to provide backup. And he had been almost pushed to his limit, poor dear. He was covered in even more bruises and cuts than she. And it would take him longer to heal from such wounds. Still, no more than a few days should be needed. He was strong, her Django. All the same, they would have to leave Prague the following night. It would be much too dangerous if the girl's friends were on the trail.
What a curious girl she was, Drusilla thought of the attacker. She groaned at the nasty cut on her midriff. Already she could feel it healing, but it still tingled for her. And noting the blood and big tears, Drusilla reflected how much she hated to see one of her good dresses ruined. Dru looked at her champion, who lay beside her in the tunnel. He was awake like she, and he would groan on occasion too. Drusilla took Django's hand in her own.
"Who was she then?" Drusilla popped the question.
Django thought about it for a moment. "She was called Mary Sue." he related. "She went to the same Demon Hunter College as me. Of course she was a few years ahead of me. Already on her HNC when I was just starting my NC. Both being demon hunters, we used to run into each other sometimes. I hated her though. She was better, much better at everything and always looked down on the rest of us. Bitch."
"Her brother is a rainbow." Drusilla informed her companion a little while down the line.
"He was also one of the ones who attacked us in Florence." Django supplied wearily. "The swordsman, I expect."
"They can't hurt us now love." Drusilla found just enough strength to move and kiss Django on the cheek. "Quite something though, she was. Resisted my eyes. Not even the slayer I killed had been able to do that. Shame that I never got to taste her." Even as Drusilla was talking, she felt a strange tingle. Even with her vampire hearing she hadn't heard a sound. But suddenly there was a trespasser in their little barn of love.
"Isn't this cosy?" Mary Sue said through gritted teeth. She had brought a suitcase with her, which she dropped to the ground. The demon hunter was obviously in pain, but she did a good job of hiding it. Drusilla just watched her for a few moments. She was readying herself to move though, at a moments notice. Mary Sue snatched out her automatics and aimed them at Django. "How's your bullet catching?" the girl leered. "If I remember correctly, you failed that part of the test, didn't you Django?"
Drusilla was in the air of course and in the path of the bullets in a flash. Just as Mary Sue knew she would. Cockiness and taking too long had been her undoing, Mary Sue realised. But that didn't mean she was going to end it for any of them that quickly. The bullets tore in the vampire and sent her skidding along the floor. Drusilla coughed. She'd taken quite a few hits and once again the night's events were taking their toll on her.
Django stumbled to his feet and clumsily charged Mary Sue. She calmly threw one of her empty guns at him, hitting her inferior square in the face. The force was enough to knock him down. Mary Sue reached down to her suitcase and took out her favourite battle axe. This was where she made a mistake however. The pain of her back wounds tore through her. She winced and hissed audibly with the pain. She almost lost her balance for a few seconds. And what's more, Drusilla had noticed it.
Drusilla grinned, despite her own discomfort. "I think we've broken the little girl." Dru called to Django (or Mary Sue?) in a girlish, naughty but nice tone. "Her heart seems to cry out for custard and ice cream. But all that's left in the pantry are maggots and nasty shrew droppings."
"Shut up, whore!" the demon hunter approached with a crazed look. Battle axe was raised high and ready to come down. Drusilla took one last groan as she mentally and physically prepared herself. And then she flipped herself to her feet and ducked around Mary Sue's swing. She came round from the back again and swatted Mary Sue on the back of her silly little head. Playful by Dru's standards, but still with that added vampire strength that could be so unpredictable for it's effects on humans.
Mary Sue almost bit her tongue with agony. "Tig! You're hit!" Drusilla laughed joyfully.
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Mary Sue roared. This was the.....thing that had taken her brother from her. And it was busy playing games like a child. Mary Sue was swinging wildly with her axe, desperate to just land a blow. Drusilla was quick and nimble however and kept dodging round. Mary Sue soon found herself dizzy by it all. Drusilla performed a vicious sweep kick that took the demon hunter's legs from under her. She went to follow it up, but despite landing hard and breathing hard at this point, Mary Sue was ready. With both hands gripping the handle of her axe, she swung up and blocked the deranged vampire's attack.
Catapulting herself to her feet again, it was Mary Sue's turn to catch Drusilla off balance. She beat the vampire loon about the head a few times with the blunt part of her axe and pulled back to take a swing. Drusilla let herself drop. Her eyes seemed to glaze over like a bedroom in Autumn and she sighed contentedly. "Now love!" she snickered and dived out of the way. Django had the lantern and swung it with all his might.
Mary Sue screamed as the lantern shattered with impact against her and spread it's flame all over her as she flailed. Just to be sure, Drusilla threw the suitcase and knocked the desperately dizzy and screaming girl against the wall with a bone-breaking thud. "You beat her that time love!" Drusilla yelped like a cheerleader, helping her Django to the exit.
****
The Prague sewer system. Drusilla groaned as the holy water burns almost seemed to sizzle on her legs and arms again. Now she was all bullet holes too. To distract herself from the pain, Drusilla decided to continue the small talk. "What sort of girls did you know, before me?"
Django contemplated whether to really tell her or not. Knowing Dru's perceptiveness, she already knew the answer anyway. "I dated a Hell God for a bit. Quite lovely she was. We were quite an item. Came from different worlds though, literally. While I was studying to be a demon hunter, all she cared about were shoes and finding a mystical key. We got married but.....but it didn't....work out. We were annulled the very next day, just as quick as I could arrange it." Django grew uncomfortable here. "Something....shocking happened during the honeymoon. She changed! I don't want to go into it love."
Drusilla had a image in her mind of course. She knew exactly what had happened. Drusilla laughed with delight at the absurdity of it all. Poor Django had been completely unaware of how Little Miss Hallelujah had been forced to share a body with another. It was all so hysterical to Dru for quite a bit. Even when her sides began to hurt.
"Yes, very amusing, Dru!" Django grumbled cattily. "Still, sometimes I wonder what ever happened to that girl. Just the girl of course."
Drusilla's psychic abilities had pierced the very fabric of that one too. Besides it was quite common gossip in demon circles. She kept her information to herself though. Django had been through enough for one night, Drusilla decided. Maybe it really was time to talk about something else instead. "Fancy a game of I Spy, pet?"
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Delgado sat alone in his private room. He had been sobbing for a while and his eyes were still brimming. He cradled his stiff brandy as he reflected on the tragedies of late. First the brother had been so swiftly cut down in his prime and now the sister was in a coma in the Prague hospital. It was amazing that she had been able to put the fire out in time to avoid serious tissue damage. Part of the amazing abilities the girl seemed to possess. But even with those great skills, Mary Sue's fate was up in the air for the present. And there had been the other deaths in Florence, of course. Inevitable in this line of work, but no less personal. They had all been foot soldiers in the war against demon kind and darkness.
Delgado and his fellow former watchers, had had a dream of a new council. A better organisation that wasn't afraid to strike out with all it's resources. And yet for all that work every member had put in, the darkness still laughed. Drusilla and her human lover had defied the organisation at every turn. If the war against demons was to press on, these evil beings would have to be eliminated. Proof that ultimately valour would triumph.
"Mr Delgado."
Delgado turned round startled and saw the man standing beside him. Dark suit, hair slicked back and dark sunglasses, even indoors. There was something chilling about this man. "What do you want? How did you get in here?" Delgado demanded.
"Forgive the intrusion, Mr Delgado." The man spoke like a sibilant serpent. "My name is Agent Smith. I am aware of your trouble with the vampire Drusilla. I too, have an enemy to pursue." He dropped a security camera photo into Delgado's lap. The young man in the image was unmistakably familiar. "This is a photo of a man we believe to be a KGB mole, taken while we had him in custody. It is my belief that this man is too great a risk to be allowed to get away again."
"I will help you find the vampire." Agent Smith continued. "And then I can finally catch up with and eliminate.... Mr Django!"
