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Extinction : The New Breed
Robin refused to open her eyes to the daylight but her body pushed her to do so. It was well beyond noon and she had been sleeping for two days now, refusing to experience life's simple pleasures- one of those being a bath. She hadn't returned to STN-J either. It wasn't that she didn't want to go back. Her mind wanted to solve problems but her heart just couldn't stand to see the equipment and the people that had killed Iris. Robin realized it was none of their fault. How could they know that Orbo had been replaced by real bullets? She curled up into a tighter ball beside the bathtub at the memory of Iris' death. That look of pure fear that was drawn all over face at the realization that her life was soon ending. Robin grabbed her head and held it in her palms, hoping to pull the memories away. She managed to push them back enough to grasp back onto reality. Slowly, she dragged herself to the knobs of the shower. She had made it this far, she might as well go through with a shower.
Wet blonde locks fell over her forehead as Robin dried herself off in a steamy bathroom. She had just finished brushing out her tangles when the buzz of the doorbell caught her attention. She pulled a robe around her fragile form and lightly sprinted to the front door. She nearly fell over at the sight of Amon. She had wondered for the past forty-eight hours if he would ever look at her again, let alone show up at her doorstep.
"What are you doing here?" Amon invited himself in and positioned himself in front of the kitchen entrance.
"The crew has been worried about you. And I must admit, you haven't quite been yourself these past few days." Robin found herself glaring at the cold man.
"Do you blame me?" Amon remained silent as his stance began to tighten up at the questioning of his opinion. Robin shook her head. This wasn't how she planned her next meeting with the mysterious Amon. "Forgive me. But I must question everything now. Nothing makes sense anymore. STN-J purposely put those bullets in your weapons, knowing we would have to open fire on Iris' irrationality. And it makes me wonder - will they ever turn on me too?"
"Nobody turned on Iris." Robin lowered her head in shame. Yes, somebody had turned on the teenager...Robin had betrayed her.
"There are no more left Amon. Will they come after Craft Users next? Or even Seeds?" Amon's eyes caught hers at the last question. He hadn't even thought of that. Robin noticed his uneasiness and settled herself on the couch.
"I'm sorry. I'm just stressed out, I guess."
"I will see you back at headquarters after lunch. We will dicuss the newest assignment."
"Newest assignment? What new assignment?"
"Headquarters. After lunch." Amon pulled open the door and left in a single breath, leaving a cynical Robin.
A dark form made its way through the dimly lit alley. It was the darkest part of the city and she liked that. She loved the darkness. It concealed the ugliness of the world. She swiftly passed an exchange of money for sin and slowed her breath down as she detoured away from the scene of lewd conduct. It was this type of sinful business that disgusted her and gave her pleasure to diminishing it. Her raven tresses flowed against the wind like black waves. Her jade eyes sparkling with an undefined mischief. A smile crept upon her face and played agaisnt her ruby lips. Her pale skin was the only thing that stood out from her surroundings, the rest of her appearance was dark; from her hair to her black corset to her ebony heels. She sniffed the air, satisfied with what roamed the air. Tonight would be perfect. She pushed on a pair of deep violet shades, shielding her emerald eyes from the sunlight.
Robin walked down the halls of STN-J in a hushed manner. She didn't want to be here, but she had no choice. The room was quiet, most unusal for her associates. The smell of coffee swarmed the air, but the pot on the counter was left untouched. Micheal sat behind his computer typing noisily away at some random object, while the females sat in silent unison, each nipping away at a single cookie. Sakaki and Amon stood on the other side of the room., staring into nothingness. Robin softly coughed, bringing everyone's attention to her. Amon then motioned them to a seperate room.
"So what is all this about?", Doujima inquired. Amon brought up a single silver chain from a plastic bag.
"This was found last night at the scene of a murder." A pendant swung from side to side in Amon's fingers. "We can't link this to a Witch considering they were wiped out. But what makes this investigation a mystery are the bite marks found on the victim's neck."
"Like a vampire?"
"Exactly." Doujima leaned back in her chair, resting her head against her hands.
"Vampires aren't real, Amon. Things of literature. Fiction. Images of overactive imaginations." She waved her hand in the air to emphasize her point. Robin watched the girl go on and on about the gothic fantasy for a moment longer before speaking up herself.
"Then wouldn't that make the killer even more dangerous? Acting out a digusting fantasy of living the life of a vampire?" Doujima rolled her eyes before shutting them closed.
"Yet another part of the mystery...We analyzed the wound for detection of saliva, hoping to find a DNA match. But there were no traces of anything. Not even a trace that a weapon was used to inflict the wound." Everyone stood to go about their parts of the investigation. Everyone except Robin. Karasuma noticed this and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"If you're still thinking that you're to blame for Iris' death, don't. No one could have predicted what would've happened that night. Not even me."
"It's no that, but thank you. I needed to hear those words from someone else." Karasuma smiled. Robin watched as she left the room before making her way over to the pendant that was found at the scene of the crime. She fingered the necklace in a delicate fashion Visions of pale moons, immodest scenes, and vicious teeth swam through Robin's mind. But what did it all mean? She feebly slid the neckalce into her coat pocket and headed out the door.
The dark woman sat down in the back of Harry's watching the crowd gather after work in the restaurant. She leaned back in her chair and sipped at her herbal tea. It did nothing for her tastebuds but calmed her mentally. She peered over at an overweight man hitting on a waitress. It was a scene like this that kept her from feeling guilty after 'judgment'. She walked over to the young waitress and pulled her from the man's grasp, taking note of the gold band around his finger. Her cherry lips twisted into an eerie grin.
"A married man should be at home with his wife, rather than hitting on girls half his age." The man took back his wrist and rubbed at the spot she had held in a grim lock. He then proceeded to wipe at his brow. Obviously, the man wasn't in good health.
"What do you know? Course, you're kinda cute yourself...I always had a thing for the feisty ones..." He ran a finger across her cheek and let it fall to the tip of her corset. However, she kept emotion, even the extreme disgust she was presently feeling, hidden from her face.
"I'm not feisty. In fact, i'm quite dangerous to be around." The man chuckled and returned to his drink. The woman also returned to where she had come from, waiting for the right time of attack.
At about 9:30, the heavy man managed to leave his seat and glide out the exit. The woman followed a few feet behind, her eyes careful to catch the hidden cameras placed about the cafe. She was being watched and she knew it. She came upon the man in a nearby alley. Immediately, she pounced on him, shoving him against the wall, her nails piercing the heavy coat he was wearing. Sweat dropped from his brow as he realized who his attacker was.
"W-who are you?!"
"Your judge." The man plunged to his knees, his fits balled and begging for mercy.
"Please I beg of you....I...I have a wife and children!!" Her apple eyes seemed to shine with a fiery glow. Wind blew up around them, causing scraps of trash to fly around the couple.
"You should have thought about that beforehand!!" She opened her mouth, revealing a set of sharp pearl fangs, and drove them into the side of his neck, judging the man for the last time and indulging in a night's feast.
Robin paused in front of the alley, her mind telling her to investigate the wind that had come from nowhere. A small scream was heard and she raced down the narrow walkway, hoping she wasn't too late to save the victim. She came to an abrupt halt as a dark woman came up from a rude crouch. Her long strand of ebony hair seemed to aviate around her entire body. She stared at Robin for a moment before walking towards her, her nose straight in the air trying to pick up her scent. She finally found what she as looking for and lowered her head to eye level. Her kelly orbs shot mental needles through Robin and Robin gasped as the pain overtook and brought her to her knees.
"You're an innocent. The only thing you are guilty of is infatuation. However, you are not the only one." She sniffed the air once more, this time a look of fear taking over her features. "A Craft -user?!" She stumbled back and fled the alley, leaving a convulsing Robin on her knees and praying that air would soon find its way to her lungs. A slip of paper flew down to Robin, landing softly beside her.
"Robin?" She could hear Amon's voice and knew he was close by, but she couldn't speak. It was as if the air had been sucked right out of the enviroment. She grasped her throat, trying desperately to choke out his name. She stomached another call from the hunter, only this time, she could also feel his warm breath upon her neck and his hands gripping her shoulders and turning her towards him.
"Robin!! Breath!!"And she tried. Tried her damnest. But she failed miserably at the attempt and tried to inhale louder. Amon shook her, not knowing what had come over her or had done this to her. In her last effort, Robin pushed the slip of paper into Amon's chest, believing that this could at least help them with the case. Amon took the slip of paper and read aloud: "Your judgement will come - Andolan." As if the piece of paper had held control over Robin, the moment Amon read the words, air swarmed her lungs, finally letting her breathe. She inhaled deeply, happier than ever for the gift of air. Amon sat back on his feet and let Robin regain herself before asking any questions.
"What happened and who is Andolan?" Robin could sum up the answer to both questions in one word..
"Vampires...", she choked out. Amon gawked at the girl. Vampires?!
The one who called herself Andolan paced back and forth between a pair of red barstools in an old wine cellar of an even older house. A man dressed in a deep violet silk vest and black slacks stepped down into the cellar. His features were dark, from his short raven hair to his abyssal cobalt eyes. His sance was relaxed and finished off with a lazy smile, but his eyes gave off his worry for the call from Andolan in the middle of the night, and the middle of his socialite party.
"What is all this about Andolan?" Andolan wrapped a thin finger around an ebony lock out of nervousness.
"I didn't think they existed but..."
"What doesn't exist?" His vivid voice brought chills to her spine.
"A Craft-user, Crevin!" He sat on the nearest bar stool for support and ran a pale hand through his shaggy hair.
"This can't be. We haven't heard of a Craft-user for years." Andolan clasped her hands around his shoulders and grinned.
"This is what we've been waiting for Crevin. SHE is the one who will help us!!" Crevin's eyes narrowed.
"If SHE doen't hunt us first..."
"A vampire? Really?" Doujima sat across from Robin with a dreamy look etched on her face. For years she had imagined a dark prince walking into her life, choosing between her or immortality. Robin turned her vision back towards Amon,who hadn't talked to her except for the occasional interrogation.
"Yes..well..It wasn't how television make it out to be." She tried to focus back on Doujima's fantasy but found her hearing straining to hear Amon and Karasuma's conversation in the other room.
"Was she okay?"
"She's fine. But she says the murderer is indeed a vampire."
"Is there proof?"
"No. It was dark. Barely anything could be seen."
"Hmm, well at least we have a lead. This Andolan woman."
"Indeed."
"Amon, do you think you can trust her now?"
"Do I have a choice?"
That's all for tonight!! Next chapter: the revelation.
Extinction : The New Breed
Robin refused to open her eyes to the daylight but her body pushed her to do so. It was well beyond noon and she had been sleeping for two days now, refusing to experience life's simple pleasures- one of those being a bath. She hadn't returned to STN-J either. It wasn't that she didn't want to go back. Her mind wanted to solve problems but her heart just couldn't stand to see the equipment and the people that had killed Iris. Robin realized it was none of their fault. How could they know that Orbo had been replaced by real bullets? She curled up into a tighter ball beside the bathtub at the memory of Iris' death. That look of pure fear that was drawn all over face at the realization that her life was soon ending. Robin grabbed her head and held it in her palms, hoping to pull the memories away. She managed to push them back enough to grasp back onto reality. Slowly, she dragged herself to the knobs of the shower. She had made it this far, she might as well go through with a shower.
Wet blonde locks fell over her forehead as Robin dried herself off in a steamy bathroom. She had just finished brushing out her tangles when the buzz of the doorbell caught her attention. She pulled a robe around her fragile form and lightly sprinted to the front door. She nearly fell over at the sight of Amon. She had wondered for the past forty-eight hours if he would ever look at her again, let alone show up at her doorstep.
"What are you doing here?" Amon invited himself in and positioned himself in front of the kitchen entrance.
"The crew has been worried about you. And I must admit, you haven't quite been yourself these past few days." Robin found herself glaring at the cold man.
"Do you blame me?" Amon remained silent as his stance began to tighten up at the questioning of his opinion. Robin shook her head. This wasn't how she planned her next meeting with the mysterious Amon. "Forgive me. But I must question everything now. Nothing makes sense anymore. STN-J purposely put those bullets in your weapons, knowing we would have to open fire on Iris' irrationality. And it makes me wonder - will they ever turn on me too?"
"Nobody turned on Iris." Robin lowered her head in shame. Yes, somebody had turned on the teenager...Robin had betrayed her.
"There are no more left Amon. Will they come after Craft Users next? Or even Seeds?" Amon's eyes caught hers at the last question. He hadn't even thought of that. Robin noticed his uneasiness and settled herself on the couch.
"I'm sorry. I'm just stressed out, I guess."
"I will see you back at headquarters after lunch. We will dicuss the newest assignment."
"Newest assignment? What new assignment?"
"Headquarters. After lunch." Amon pulled open the door and left in a single breath, leaving a cynical Robin.
A dark form made its way through the dimly lit alley. It was the darkest part of the city and she liked that. She loved the darkness. It concealed the ugliness of the world. She swiftly passed an exchange of money for sin and slowed her breath down as she detoured away from the scene of lewd conduct. It was this type of sinful business that disgusted her and gave her pleasure to diminishing it. Her raven tresses flowed against the wind like black waves. Her jade eyes sparkling with an undefined mischief. A smile crept upon her face and played agaisnt her ruby lips. Her pale skin was the only thing that stood out from her surroundings, the rest of her appearance was dark; from her hair to her black corset to her ebony heels. She sniffed the air, satisfied with what roamed the air. Tonight would be perfect. She pushed on a pair of deep violet shades, shielding her emerald eyes from the sunlight.
Robin walked down the halls of STN-J in a hushed manner. She didn't want to be here, but she had no choice. The room was quiet, most unusal for her associates. The smell of coffee swarmed the air, but the pot on the counter was left untouched. Micheal sat behind his computer typing noisily away at some random object, while the females sat in silent unison, each nipping away at a single cookie. Sakaki and Amon stood on the other side of the room., staring into nothingness. Robin softly coughed, bringing everyone's attention to her. Amon then motioned them to a seperate room.
"So what is all this about?", Doujima inquired. Amon brought up a single silver chain from a plastic bag.
"This was found last night at the scene of a murder." A pendant swung from side to side in Amon's fingers. "We can't link this to a Witch considering they were wiped out. But what makes this investigation a mystery are the bite marks found on the victim's neck."
"Like a vampire?"
"Exactly." Doujima leaned back in her chair, resting her head against her hands.
"Vampires aren't real, Amon. Things of literature. Fiction. Images of overactive imaginations." She waved her hand in the air to emphasize her point. Robin watched the girl go on and on about the gothic fantasy for a moment longer before speaking up herself.
"Then wouldn't that make the killer even more dangerous? Acting out a digusting fantasy of living the life of a vampire?" Doujima rolled her eyes before shutting them closed.
"Yet another part of the mystery...We analyzed the wound for detection of saliva, hoping to find a DNA match. But there were no traces of anything. Not even a trace that a weapon was used to inflict the wound." Everyone stood to go about their parts of the investigation. Everyone except Robin. Karasuma noticed this and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"If you're still thinking that you're to blame for Iris' death, don't. No one could have predicted what would've happened that night. Not even me."
"It's no that, but thank you. I needed to hear those words from someone else." Karasuma smiled. Robin watched as she left the room before making her way over to the pendant that was found at the scene of the crime. She fingered the necklace in a delicate fashion Visions of pale moons, immodest scenes, and vicious teeth swam through Robin's mind. But what did it all mean? She feebly slid the neckalce into her coat pocket and headed out the door.
The dark woman sat down in the back of Harry's watching the crowd gather after work in the restaurant. She leaned back in her chair and sipped at her herbal tea. It did nothing for her tastebuds but calmed her mentally. She peered over at an overweight man hitting on a waitress. It was a scene like this that kept her from feeling guilty after 'judgment'. She walked over to the young waitress and pulled her from the man's grasp, taking note of the gold band around his finger. Her cherry lips twisted into an eerie grin.
"A married man should be at home with his wife, rather than hitting on girls half his age." The man took back his wrist and rubbed at the spot she had held in a grim lock. He then proceeded to wipe at his brow. Obviously, the man wasn't in good health.
"What do you know? Course, you're kinda cute yourself...I always had a thing for the feisty ones..." He ran a finger across her cheek and let it fall to the tip of her corset. However, she kept emotion, even the extreme disgust she was presently feeling, hidden from her face.
"I'm not feisty. In fact, i'm quite dangerous to be around." The man chuckled and returned to his drink. The woman also returned to where she had come from, waiting for the right time of attack.
At about 9:30, the heavy man managed to leave his seat and glide out the exit. The woman followed a few feet behind, her eyes careful to catch the hidden cameras placed about the cafe. She was being watched and she knew it. She came upon the man in a nearby alley. Immediately, she pounced on him, shoving him against the wall, her nails piercing the heavy coat he was wearing. Sweat dropped from his brow as he realized who his attacker was.
"W-who are you?!"
"Your judge." The man plunged to his knees, his fits balled and begging for mercy.
"Please I beg of you....I...I have a wife and children!!" Her apple eyes seemed to shine with a fiery glow. Wind blew up around them, causing scraps of trash to fly around the couple.
"You should have thought about that beforehand!!" She opened her mouth, revealing a set of sharp pearl fangs, and drove them into the side of his neck, judging the man for the last time and indulging in a night's feast.
Robin paused in front of the alley, her mind telling her to investigate the wind that had come from nowhere. A small scream was heard and she raced down the narrow walkway, hoping she wasn't too late to save the victim. She came to an abrupt halt as a dark woman came up from a rude crouch. Her long strand of ebony hair seemed to aviate around her entire body. She stared at Robin for a moment before walking towards her, her nose straight in the air trying to pick up her scent. She finally found what she as looking for and lowered her head to eye level. Her kelly orbs shot mental needles through Robin and Robin gasped as the pain overtook and brought her to her knees.
"You're an innocent. The only thing you are guilty of is infatuation. However, you are not the only one." She sniffed the air once more, this time a look of fear taking over her features. "A Craft -user?!" She stumbled back and fled the alley, leaving a convulsing Robin on her knees and praying that air would soon find its way to her lungs. A slip of paper flew down to Robin, landing softly beside her.
"Robin?" She could hear Amon's voice and knew he was close by, but she couldn't speak. It was as if the air had been sucked right out of the enviroment. She grasped her throat, trying desperately to choke out his name. She stomached another call from the hunter, only this time, she could also feel his warm breath upon her neck and his hands gripping her shoulders and turning her towards him.
"Robin!! Breath!!"And she tried. Tried her damnest. But she failed miserably at the attempt and tried to inhale louder. Amon shook her, not knowing what had come over her or had done this to her. In her last effort, Robin pushed the slip of paper into Amon's chest, believing that this could at least help them with the case. Amon took the slip of paper and read aloud: "Your judgement will come - Andolan." As if the piece of paper had held control over Robin, the moment Amon read the words, air swarmed her lungs, finally letting her breathe. She inhaled deeply, happier than ever for the gift of air. Amon sat back on his feet and let Robin regain herself before asking any questions.
"What happened and who is Andolan?" Robin could sum up the answer to both questions in one word..
"Vampires...", she choked out. Amon gawked at the girl. Vampires?!
The one who called herself Andolan paced back and forth between a pair of red barstools in an old wine cellar of an even older house. A man dressed in a deep violet silk vest and black slacks stepped down into the cellar. His features were dark, from his short raven hair to his abyssal cobalt eyes. His sance was relaxed and finished off with a lazy smile, but his eyes gave off his worry for the call from Andolan in the middle of the night, and the middle of his socialite party.
"What is all this about Andolan?" Andolan wrapped a thin finger around an ebony lock out of nervousness.
"I didn't think they existed but..."
"What doesn't exist?" His vivid voice brought chills to her spine.
"A Craft-user, Crevin!" He sat on the nearest bar stool for support and ran a pale hand through his shaggy hair.
"This can't be. We haven't heard of a Craft-user for years." Andolan clasped her hands around his shoulders and grinned.
"This is what we've been waiting for Crevin. SHE is the one who will help us!!" Crevin's eyes narrowed.
"If SHE doen't hunt us first..."
"A vampire? Really?" Doujima sat across from Robin with a dreamy look etched on her face. For years she had imagined a dark prince walking into her life, choosing between her or immortality. Robin turned her vision back towards Amon,who hadn't talked to her except for the occasional interrogation.
"Yes..well..It wasn't how television make it out to be." She tried to focus back on Doujima's fantasy but found her hearing straining to hear Amon and Karasuma's conversation in the other room.
"Was she okay?"
"She's fine. But she says the murderer is indeed a vampire."
"Is there proof?"
"No. It was dark. Barely anything could be seen."
"Hmm, well at least we have a lead. This Andolan woman."
"Indeed."
"Amon, do you think you can trust her now?"
"Do I have a choice?"
That's all for tonight!! Next chapter: the revelation.