Heehee....my friend just made me read the manga "Hellsing" and whew!! That
Alucard....haha...that boy can bite my neck anytime he wants!! Screw George
Clooney....Starlight Star bright.....bring me a man that looks like THAT
*holds up picture of Alucard* Hmmm....no answer? Hmm.....oh Sannnnntaaaaa.
I've SO been a good girl this year!!! I'm not picky either. In fact, he
doesn't have to be in the red outfit...he can be in his birthday su-
......*getting weird stares* I'll talk to you later about this, ok St.
Nick?
Disclaimer: I do not own Witch Hunter Robin.
Quick A/N: If I get my scanner up and working, I can have a picture of both
Iris and Andolan up for your viewing pleasure.....hopefully *crosses
fingers*
Extinction : Deliciously Eccentric
Robin tended to a forsaken garden in a hushed manner. The tiny plot was laid before Robin had moved in, but left to die by pollution and neglect. It was on her first day living in the area that she had noticed the forlorn botany and took it upon herself to save the plant life. That had been a month ago, and lush flowers were now growing in place of the wretched weeds. She softly hummed to herself; a tune that one of the nun's had taught her as a child. It was about a little girl who had run away, only to find herself face to face with a fallen angel. The little girl decided right then and there to help the fallen angel, only to collapse into a world of darkness and sin. It was a rather dark song, ironically set to a light melody.
Robin finally stood and dusted her ebony skirt free of dirt and debris. She picked up her gardening tools that Doujima had bought for her as a house warming gift, and walked inside the apartment. She was lucky to have her own private yard. Technically, it wasn't a yard. But a forgotten lot beside the complex that held high potential as a garden. So once again, Robin took it upon herself to keep the work on it up. She laid her tools beside the kitchen sink and poured herself a glass of water. How long had it been since her encounter with Andolan in the alley? And why hadn't Amon brought up that day in conversation? Was he ashamed that Andolan had him on his knees? Robin continued pondering as she laid her cheek in her palm, still sipping at the water. Or had Andolan told him something that he thought better if Robin didn't know? Robin was shaken from her daydreaming as a flash of black caught her keen eyes. She set the glass down gracefully, and grabbed her maroon coat as she left the apartment.
She had almost lost track of the shady figure but quickly caught up with it when the figure stumbled through some metal trashcans. She swiftly made her way through the alley, her senses locked on the bosky being. It was when she met a dead end that she suddenly felt an eerie feeling crawl up her spine. Warm breath could be felt on her bare neck, sending shivers throughout her body.
"Don't look back..." Robin barely turned her head towards the dusky voice when a blow from above caught the side of head, flinging her into unconciousness. Two lean arms crept underneath her form and lifted her off the ground.
"Okay, I think I undertand it all now. This guy, who killed you clan and father, looks like Amon. And you think the secret to catching this murderer is Robin?" Andolan studied Sakaki' feature before nodding.
"Basically. I know the murderer was mortal, so this Amon is not entirely to blame. However, I think Amon is the killer's reincarnation."
"And Robin fits in how?"
"My father once told me that Craft-users were the only people who would help vampires. And that every now and then there is one Craft-user who is considered a hope for all Witches. Who can save them. For, every century or so, they're almost wiped out. The woman you call Robin had the exact scent as the woman who took a bullet for me one hundred years ago."
"And Robin can help you how?"
"Recently, it was discovered that STN has began to hunt vampires, considering that our judgements have been uncovered. If the hope is found, we bring back leaders that were killed off and move clans back underground until STN is long gone."
"Now you've lost me." Andolan sighed and crossed the room to stand by the window.
"Vampires have evolved with mortals. We are now part of society. Most of us are aristocratic socialites. To remove us from that, would cause major disruption. Our deceased leaders are the only ones that vampires will listen to. Vampires like my father for instance. The blood of the hope can awaken these leaders and help save our clans."
"I get it! You need Robin's blood to awaken these 'leaders' in order to take snobby vampires into hiding so your kind won't face extiction like the Witches."
"Exactly!"
"And what does all this have to do with Amon?"
"If we have the hope's blood, we can awaken them. But we also need to even their last score so that the leaders don't awaken with that last memory. For instance, Claudia, leader of the Arctic clans, was killed by a former lover who had grown jealous of a human colleague of Claudia's. That man was judged last week. Blood has to be repaid." (If this doesn't make sense to anyone, let me know. I have a hard time putting these kinds of ideas down on paper...)
"So Amon...."
"Is my father's murderer's reincarnation."
"And his blood...
"Has to be repaid..." Sakaki stared at Andolan in disbelief.
Robin groggily opened her arms and tried desperately to rub them, only to find her arms chained to a stone wall. She yanked at the chains, hoping she could loosen them, but to no avail. She then tried to burn them off with her Craft, but once again, was defeated. *Why doesn't my Craft work on these chains?*
"Don't bother. The chains were crafted with Orbo. Your powers are useless against them."
"Who are you and what do you want?" The figure emerged from the shadows and bowed low, his stance graceful and reeking of confidence.
"They call me Crevin. Leader of the Eastern Clan. And you, my dear, are the hope we have been searching for."
"The hope?"
"Oh yes. Which is why I must keep you hidden here for the time being."
"What?"
"I forgot to mention that didn't I? See, the vampire clans need your blood to awaken the leaders. So we can hide like spineless freaks. But I can't let that happen. We've worked too hard to reach this status to back out now. Which is why they can never find you."
"You monster!!" Crevin laughed difiantly and rubbed Robin's chin.
"Au revoir me dear...I have much business to attend to..." Robin gasped as the masculine Crevin transformed into her own form. The 'new Robin' stepped forward to examine the likeness between them. "This will do nicely." With that said, Crevin turned and left the room.
Amon adjusted the small flashlight in his mouth and continued to flip through ancient documents. The dreams had to mean something, but what? He scrolled down the decrepit forms, stopping at a single diary entry. He had been in the STN archives for hours, searching for answers to a million questions. He specifially looked under the STN's involvment with vampires. He scanned the diary entry. He deep orbs widened in amazement at the statements before him.
"Amon..." Amon spun towards the soft voice of his partner. Robin black skirt flowed against the breeze a small ceiling fan had created.
"Robin, why are you in here? You know you need proper authorization to be in the archives." Robin lowered her head and brought up an arm holding a loaded gun. Her blue eyes flickered with a sting of hatred.
"DIE!" The gun sounded off, sending a bullet straight at Amon's chest. Amon landed on the cold cement with an even colder thud. Crevin transformed back to his orginal self and smiled wickedly at the corpse. "Stupid mortals." He turned on his heel and headed back towards the mansion.
Between the examining tables of the archive room lay a still Amon. And if Crevin had been partial to noting details, he would've noticed that no blood had left Amon's body. And if he had tuned into his senses instead of wasting power on shapeshifting, then he would have also heard the faint beating of Amon's heart, hinting at the life that still flowed through him. Amon groaned and stood up against his body's wishes. He groaned outloud from the pain of a previous battle, not the one that had just taken place. A folded up the evidence he had aquired and stuck it in a coat pocket.
"Stupid vampires..." He followed the faint footsteps lightly tapping in the hallway.
"I'm sorry. I just don't see it."
"Look closer..." Sakaki squinted harder than before.
"Nope. I think you're making this up." Andolan laughed and crashed down on a nearby loveseat.
"I swear!! There is a portrait of Jerry Lee Lewis in the trees!!" Sakaki peered at the painting in front of him.
"I see a jar of peanut butter but no Jerry Lee Lewis..." Andolan perked up and headed over to the same painting.
"Really? I never noticed that..." She also leaned in close to the painting, trying to make out a jar of peanut butter. Sakaki chose that moment to come up from behind and break the silence.
"Can't find it can you?"
"No, I found it."
"Huh? Where?" Andolan leaned back onto the sofa and smiled. Sakaki caught the grin and glared.
"Unbelievable."
"Believe." Sakaki joined the vampire on the sofa and gawked at the pastel painting.
"I haven't been this relaxed since....since highschool." Andolan quirked a dark brow.
"It's been awhile for me, but weren't you supposed to be studying in highschool?"
"I did studying at home. School was catch up on sleep time." A large sound pounded throughout the room, bringing both Sakaki and Andolan from their period of relaxtion. Amon bolted through the door and lunged at the vampire. His large hands wrapped around her throat, drawing out the air like she had done with Robin only a few nights ago. Rage was clear on his face, something Sakaki had never witnessed. The rookie tried his best to pry Amon off the woman, but ot no avail.
"Where is she?!"
"Where is who?", Andolan managed to bark. Amon tightened his squeeze, sending a whimper through Andolan's pale lips.
"Don't play stupid with me!! Crevin told you where he was going to take Robin, did he not?"
"Crevin? Why was Crevin...."
"Amon! Let her go! She doesn't know of anything that happened! She was with me this whole time!" Amon loosened the death grip and slid back into a cold stance. He backed up towards the door and held out a single sheet of paper.
"You need to read this. And you," His eyes motioned to Sakaki, whom lay defensless and startled beside Andolan," we will talk about this later at headquarters." Amon turned to leave out the door.
"Amon! Wait! Has something happened to Robin?" Amon paused, but never looked back at the boy.
"I don't know."
Okie dokie....time to clear up the lil situation. Cause if i'm confused, more than likely someone else is confused also. Okay, vampire clan leaders : dead. Clans want to resurrect them...ok sure, but they need the blood of the hope. MAJOR SPOILER so don't read this sentence if you don't like spoilers :Robin was created to be the "Perfect Witch". That same gene had laid inside the woman who was killed in front of Andolan. But now that the chick died the clans had to wait another 100 years for someone else to create the "hope." The hope's blood will resurrect the clan leaders whom were all mysteriously murdered. They also need blood repaid....the people who murdered the leaders. Combine those two things: BOOM! We got Frankenstein magic happenin baby....Now, Why do they want the leaders back? Now that the STN-J has taken it upon themselves to hunt Vampires now that Witches are extinct, the vampires must go back into hiding. Kinda hard considering that most of them have made a name for themselves. Leaders demand authority. Obey or be punished. Leaders will be able to keep the clans alive underground until it is safe to return to the high life. Any better? Now...about Amon. A century ago, his ancestor murdered Robin's ancestor and Andolan's clan.....thus needing his blood (cause his great great great great grand whatever is probably old and moldy in a coffin somewhere) to bring back Andolan's father; a leader. Whew! Does that help? It helped me....kinda. I'll be more than happy to answer any furthur questions.
Extinction : Deliciously Eccentric
Robin tended to a forsaken garden in a hushed manner. The tiny plot was laid before Robin had moved in, but left to die by pollution and neglect. It was on her first day living in the area that she had noticed the forlorn botany and took it upon herself to save the plant life. That had been a month ago, and lush flowers were now growing in place of the wretched weeds. She softly hummed to herself; a tune that one of the nun's had taught her as a child. It was about a little girl who had run away, only to find herself face to face with a fallen angel. The little girl decided right then and there to help the fallen angel, only to collapse into a world of darkness and sin. It was a rather dark song, ironically set to a light melody.
Robin finally stood and dusted her ebony skirt free of dirt and debris. She picked up her gardening tools that Doujima had bought for her as a house warming gift, and walked inside the apartment. She was lucky to have her own private yard. Technically, it wasn't a yard. But a forgotten lot beside the complex that held high potential as a garden. So once again, Robin took it upon herself to keep the work on it up. She laid her tools beside the kitchen sink and poured herself a glass of water. How long had it been since her encounter with Andolan in the alley? And why hadn't Amon brought up that day in conversation? Was he ashamed that Andolan had him on his knees? Robin continued pondering as she laid her cheek in her palm, still sipping at the water. Or had Andolan told him something that he thought better if Robin didn't know? Robin was shaken from her daydreaming as a flash of black caught her keen eyes. She set the glass down gracefully, and grabbed her maroon coat as she left the apartment.
She had almost lost track of the shady figure but quickly caught up with it when the figure stumbled through some metal trashcans. She swiftly made her way through the alley, her senses locked on the bosky being. It was when she met a dead end that she suddenly felt an eerie feeling crawl up her spine. Warm breath could be felt on her bare neck, sending shivers throughout her body.
"Don't look back..." Robin barely turned her head towards the dusky voice when a blow from above caught the side of head, flinging her into unconciousness. Two lean arms crept underneath her form and lifted her off the ground.
"Okay, I think I undertand it all now. This guy, who killed you clan and father, looks like Amon. And you think the secret to catching this murderer is Robin?" Andolan studied Sakaki' feature before nodding.
"Basically. I know the murderer was mortal, so this Amon is not entirely to blame. However, I think Amon is the killer's reincarnation."
"And Robin fits in how?"
"My father once told me that Craft-users were the only people who would help vampires. And that every now and then there is one Craft-user who is considered a hope for all Witches. Who can save them. For, every century or so, they're almost wiped out. The woman you call Robin had the exact scent as the woman who took a bullet for me one hundred years ago."
"And Robin can help you how?"
"Recently, it was discovered that STN has began to hunt vampires, considering that our judgements have been uncovered. If the hope is found, we bring back leaders that were killed off and move clans back underground until STN is long gone."
"Now you've lost me." Andolan sighed and crossed the room to stand by the window.
"Vampires have evolved with mortals. We are now part of society. Most of us are aristocratic socialites. To remove us from that, would cause major disruption. Our deceased leaders are the only ones that vampires will listen to. Vampires like my father for instance. The blood of the hope can awaken these leaders and help save our clans."
"I get it! You need Robin's blood to awaken these 'leaders' in order to take snobby vampires into hiding so your kind won't face extiction like the Witches."
"Exactly!"
"And what does all this have to do with Amon?"
"If we have the hope's blood, we can awaken them. But we also need to even their last score so that the leaders don't awaken with that last memory. For instance, Claudia, leader of the Arctic clans, was killed by a former lover who had grown jealous of a human colleague of Claudia's. That man was judged last week. Blood has to be repaid." (If this doesn't make sense to anyone, let me know. I have a hard time putting these kinds of ideas down on paper...)
"So Amon...."
"Is my father's murderer's reincarnation."
"And his blood...
"Has to be repaid..." Sakaki stared at Andolan in disbelief.
Robin groggily opened her arms and tried desperately to rub them, only to find her arms chained to a stone wall. She yanked at the chains, hoping she could loosen them, but to no avail. She then tried to burn them off with her Craft, but once again, was defeated. *Why doesn't my Craft work on these chains?*
"Don't bother. The chains were crafted with Orbo. Your powers are useless against them."
"Who are you and what do you want?" The figure emerged from the shadows and bowed low, his stance graceful and reeking of confidence.
"They call me Crevin. Leader of the Eastern Clan. And you, my dear, are the hope we have been searching for."
"The hope?"
"Oh yes. Which is why I must keep you hidden here for the time being."
"What?"
"I forgot to mention that didn't I? See, the vampire clans need your blood to awaken the leaders. So we can hide like spineless freaks. But I can't let that happen. We've worked too hard to reach this status to back out now. Which is why they can never find you."
"You monster!!" Crevin laughed difiantly and rubbed Robin's chin.
"Au revoir me dear...I have much business to attend to..." Robin gasped as the masculine Crevin transformed into her own form. The 'new Robin' stepped forward to examine the likeness between them. "This will do nicely." With that said, Crevin turned and left the room.
Amon adjusted the small flashlight in his mouth and continued to flip through ancient documents. The dreams had to mean something, but what? He scrolled down the decrepit forms, stopping at a single diary entry. He had been in the STN archives for hours, searching for answers to a million questions. He specifially looked under the STN's involvment with vampires. He scanned the diary entry. He deep orbs widened in amazement at the statements before him.
"Amon..." Amon spun towards the soft voice of his partner. Robin black skirt flowed against the breeze a small ceiling fan had created.
"Robin, why are you in here? You know you need proper authorization to be in the archives." Robin lowered her head and brought up an arm holding a loaded gun. Her blue eyes flickered with a sting of hatred.
"DIE!" The gun sounded off, sending a bullet straight at Amon's chest. Amon landed on the cold cement with an even colder thud. Crevin transformed back to his orginal self and smiled wickedly at the corpse. "Stupid mortals." He turned on his heel and headed back towards the mansion.
Between the examining tables of the archive room lay a still Amon. And if Crevin had been partial to noting details, he would've noticed that no blood had left Amon's body. And if he had tuned into his senses instead of wasting power on shapeshifting, then he would have also heard the faint beating of Amon's heart, hinting at the life that still flowed through him. Amon groaned and stood up against his body's wishes. He groaned outloud from the pain of a previous battle, not the one that had just taken place. A folded up the evidence he had aquired and stuck it in a coat pocket.
"Stupid vampires..." He followed the faint footsteps lightly tapping in the hallway.
"I'm sorry. I just don't see it."
"Look closer..." Sakaki squinted harder than before.
"Nope. I think you're making this up." Andolan laughed and crashed down on a nearby loveseat.
"I swear!! There is a portrait of Jerry Lee Lewis in the trees!!" Sakaki peered at the painting in front of him.
"I see a jar of peanut butter but no Jerry Lee Lewis..." Andolan perked up and headed over to the same painting.
"Really? I never noticed that..." She also leaned in close to the painting, trying to make out a jar of peanut butter. Sakaki chose that moment to come up from behind and break the silence.
"Can't find it can you?"
"No, I found it."
"Huh? Where?" Andolan leaned back onto the sofa and smiled. Sakaki caught the grin and glared.
"Unbelievable."
"Believe." Sakaki joined the vampire on the sofa and gawked at the pastel painting.
"I haven't been this relaxed since....since highschool." Andolan quirked a dark brow.
"It's been awhile for me, but weren't you supposed to be studying in highschool?"
"I did studying at home. School was catch up on sleep time." A large sound pounded throughout the room, bringing both Sakaki and Andolan from their period of relaxtion. Amon bolted through the door and lunged at the vampire. His large hands wrapped around her throat, drawing out the air like she had done with Robin only a few nights ago. Rage was clear on his face, something Sakaki had never witnessed. The rookie tried his best to pry Amon off the woman, but ot no avail.
"Where is she?!"
"Where is who?", Andolan managed to bark. Amon tightened his squeeze, sending a whimper through Andolan's pale lips.
"Don't play stupid with me!! Crevin told you where he was going to take Robin, did he not?"
"Crevin? Why was Crevin...."
"Amon! Let her go! She doesn't know of anything that happened! She was with me this whole time!" Amon loosened the death grip and slid back into a cold stance. He backed up towards the door and held out a single sheet of paper.
"You need to read this. And you," His eyes motioned to Sakaki, whom lay defensless and startled beside Andolan," we will talk about this later at headquarters." Amon turned to leave out the door.
"Amon! Wait! Has something happened to Robin?" Amon paused, but never looked back at the boy.
"I don't know."
Okie dokie....time to clear up the lil situation. Cause if i'm confused, more than likely someone else is confused also. Okay, vampire clan leaders : dead. Clans want to resurrect them...ok sure, but they need the blood of the hope. MAJOR SPOILER so don't read this sentence if you don't like spoilers :Robin was created to be the "Perfect Witch". That same gene had laid inside the woman who was killed in front of Andolan. But now that the chick died the clans had to wait another 100 years for someone else to create the "hope." The hope's blood will resurrect the clan leaders whom were all mysteriously murdered. They also need blood repaid....the people who murdered the leaders. Combine those two things: BOOM! We got Frankenstein magic happenin baby....Now, Why do they want the leaders back? Now that the STN-J has taken it upon themselves to hunt Vampires now that Witches are extinct, the vampires must go back into hiding. Kinda hard considering that most of them have made a name for themselves. Leaders demand authority. Obey or be punished. Leaders will be able to keep the clans alive underground until it is safe to return to the high life. Any better? Now...about Amon. A century ago, his ancestor murdered Robin's ancestor and Andolan's clan.....thus needing his blood (cause his great great great great grand whatever is probably old and moldy in a coffin somewhere) to bring back Andolan's father; a leader. Whew! Does that help? It helped me....kinda. I'll be more than happy to answer any furthur questions.