Lovely Night
Seras's POV
Seras couldn't believe how her master could take this awful assighnment so well. She barely knew a single word of this country's bloody language! She spent the entire time on the organisation's private jet going through the customes and language of this country and found it to be needlessly complicated. The had landed only four minutes ago and already she missed home. Currently they had to wait on the runway for some diplomat to pick them up.
Seras's thoughts were interupted as her master Arucard turned to her and grinned, "You should be pleased, Police- girl. I have a feeling that this assighnment will truly test what abilities you've developed so far. Even with age-less lives like ours, times like this do not come up often."
Seras blushed for a moment but soon argued, "I can't believe that master, this place probably just happened to be the site for afew runaway FREAKS who thought they could escape Europe. All we'll need to do is clean up, and ship out."
The two were soon alerted by a limo that drove up beside them. A stout and wrinkly Japanese man stepped out of the car, approached, and bowed.
"Greetings on behalf of myself and the Emperor. I'm aware that this is an inconvenience to you but please accept our deepest gratitude." He said with a thick japanese accent.
Seras bowed as well and tried to fake a smile but it was an obvious force. "It's no trouble at all, we are happy to help."
"Good, good, now lets step into my car and I'll explain the situation." The man gestured his hand toward the limosine and frowned when Arucard shook his head and began to walk away, much to Seras's surprise.
Arucard grinned as he disapeared into the shadows leaving behind one last quizzical phrase, "There is a night life here that I would prefer to see unchauffeured."
Inner Story (A Week Before Present)
The ceremony was over and her body was already buried. These facts mattered little to the weeping man standing as solemnly as he could muster before the grave of his beloved. His name was Hikaru Shidima, and all he could do was blame himself for the unchangeable past. He almost didn't notice the handkerchief that was offered to him from the corner of his eye.
Hikaru looked up to see a woman in black that seemed just as equally distressed as he was. Sullenly he accepted the offer. After he wiped his eyes and regained his composure he looked up at the mysterious woman. He didn't remember her from the service and he didn't remember his wife describing anyone with her description. She had long beautiful black hair as dark as ebony, her skin was pale and smooth as a China doll and although they were partialy hidden, she seemed to have almost irradescent eyes. They would almost shift between red and gold. Had it not been for his grieving heart her beauty would have been to much for his eyes to bear.
A weak "thank you" was all he could manage to say to the dark masterpiece. She nodded and began to walk away, but not before leaving a bouquet of yellow tulips. They had been his wifes favorite flower. Before he knew what he was doing he ran to catch up to her. She didn't seem to notice him as he caught up. He let curiosity take over and asked the question that rolled around in his mind.
"Excuse me but...what was your relationship to my wife? I don't remember you speaking to her about anyone like you." He managed to say.
She gave him a tearful smile and said "I didn't know your wife. I just hate seeing a pleasant future unfulfilled."
Hikaru was taken back by that response, " What do you mean? If you didn't know her than why were you here?"
"I like to walk through this cemetery. It calms me. But when I saw you in such distress it tore into my heart. I wanted to help you in any way I could." She responded calmly.
"But how did you know about the her favorite flower? That couldn't be coincidence could it?" He was becoming agitated by her.
The woman paused and thought for a moment. "What would you say if I told you I could make you happy again?"
"What do you mean? How could you possibly make me happy?!" He was becoming angry at her "beating around the bushes" way of speaking.
"What if I can make you feel just like you did with your wife just before that unfortunate incident on the highway occured?" A grin began to form on her face.
The memory her words resurfaced caused his face to contort with rage. "Is this some kind of sick joke? How can you say such things?!"
She continued as if she hadn't heard him, "I can never make you feel like you never had those extra drinks. Like you had decided to wait and sober up instead of risking the drive home."
"IT WASN'T MY FAULT!" He ran up to strike her but when his fist was about to connect the air around him began to ripple and distort. When the air cleared he looked around to see he was in his dining room and that there was a fresh and tantalizing aroma tickling his nostrils in the direction of the table. On it was a smoking turkey dinner with an array of side dishes surrounding it. Hikaru could barely believe his eyes but what astounded him most of all was the voice which came from behind him.
"Glad your finaly home dear, surprised huh?" Spoke a soft familiar voice.
Hikaru turned around in disbelief to see his wife standing before him as if nothing had happened. Without thinking he ran forward to embrace her. When his arms were about to throw themselves around her the air began ti shimmer and shift again, and he found himself holding the woman instead of his wife. He let go of her and backed away in shock.
The woman grinned, " Are you pleased?"
Hikaru could only think of returning to the dream. He needed to return to that peaceful scene.
"Send me back! I want to go back to my wife!" He screamed in hysterics at the woman.
"I can't do that more than once a day but come back to this site tommorow at midnight and I'll fulfill your hearts wish." She grinned and walked away before he could stop her.
Hikaru fell to his knees and wept. Over the next few days he would come at the appointed time and experience the pleasure of the dream that the nameless woman would bestow uppon him. She never accepted any payment and wouldn't say anything about herself but by the third day it didn't matter to him. He could forget for those few precious moments that she had even died.
Hikaru began to experience a strange feel of fatigue after every session with the woman but by then he was to far gone to let that stand in his way. By Sunday he could barely move but he didn't realize the harm he was put through. He managed to drag himself back to the cemetery to see the woman and saw that she was talking to a man wearing a dark black trench coat and black sunglasses. The man turned to him and grinned.
"So is he one of your desperate sources?" The question was directed at the woman.
"Yes, but I doubt he could handle another "session" so I'll finish him off tonight and move on to another." She grinned.
"Please...take me...back to her!" Hikaru's voice was barely above a hoarse whisper. He was beyond caring about their conversation, all he wanted was another glimpse at his ideal world.
The two ignored him and resumed their conversation. They seemed amused at his feelings.
"The cemetery truly an awesome hunting ground is it not? I find the most vulnerable souls by the masses here." The woman spoke smirking.
"Just finish him off and keep up the good work." Spoke the man as he walked away.
With the man gone the woman turned her attention to the wretched form of Hikaru. She gave a grin from ear to ear.
"You wouldn't last another session any way, at least you'll die in the arms of your true love." She began to advance on him.
Out of nowhere a tall figure in red appeared in-between the woman and Hikaru. He wore a red trench coat with a black armani suite under it, a wide brimmed red hat, yellow sunglasses which gave his eyes the appearance of lifelessness, and white dress gloves ith a pentagle along with various other symbols sown onto the back of each. He had a wide toothy grin on his face from ear to ear.
"My first night in the country and already I run into scum at work." His voice showed a mixture of amusement and anger.
"Who do you think you are?!" Shouted the woman in both shock and fury. "Leave while you can still walk!"
"You think you can just suck the life out of any world weary human you see, huh? This one in front of you has become so twisted and warped by your "treatment" that he can't even grieve or feel real emotion any more. Are you proud? Do you feel success? You smelly little wolf in sheep's clothing." He accused with the same grin, completely ignoring her threat.
"I gave you a chance to run and you spit it back in my face? Now you will die!" A stone spike grew from her hand and erupted towards the man. The Spike tore through his chest and went out the other side. To the woman's surprise he didn't even flinch, instead he began to give a a deep throated laugh. The hole in his chest quickly mended along with the clothing around it. She stepped back in shock.
"You don't smell like a vampire but I bet you scream just as loud before you die. I wont even have to waste any ammo on a pile of trash like you." He cracked the knuckles on his right hand and prepared to attack.
The woman looked worried and turned to Hikaru," If you want your dream so bad than kill him!" Hikaru slowly got up and with the last of his strength ran forward and wrapped his arms around the man in red trying to hold him back with all his might.
The man looked down at him and back at the woman, "Your so weak you require a half dead human to do your dirty work? Pathetic." He easily sent Hikaru flying backwards with one hand. he than turned towards the woman.
"I will not die by your hands!" Her body began to glow an unearthly red and solidified into hard stone, sharp angles formed as she morphed into something resembling a humanoid tomb stone.
"Definitely not a FREAK, but one hundred times more hideous" He said in disgust.
The stone creature fired a volley of hard projectiles from its rough, hard finger. They were easily dodged as the man appeared behind her and put his fist through her back and out her chest.
"An eye for an eye." He spoke with disdain at the dying golemn.
"Are...you the...Guardian?" She managed to say moments before crumbling into stone and fading away.
"No, I'm Arucard." He said and turned to walk away.
Miyu's POV
I had come to late and saw a man standing before the dying shinma I had come to send to the darkness. I had been monitoring it for a while and had intended to act today. I had never seen this man before, he looked like a foreighner. The red coat and hat mad him seem even more ominous than Larva. He didn't smell anything like a shinma but I still could feel ancient power radiating from him. I was about to step forward to confront him but the crimson clawed arm of Larva got in my way.
"We should stand down from making our selves known yet. It would be best to understand what the situation is. I recognize his scent from my days in Europe," Larva spoke in a soft quiet voice.
I decided to take his advice and observe. The man was calmly exiting the cemetery and continuing down the lamp lit street. We were about to follow him but the man turned and stared directly at us. For about a moment we exchanged gazes, than his grin broadened and he tipped his hat to us and faded away. My attention than turned to the whimpering human on the ground. If he wanted a dream to live in than I would give him one. I walked to him and kneeled before him. I was rather hungry.
"Do not worry, the eternal happiness you crave is only a moment away," I say as I bite.
Arucard's POV
Going off on my own had once again proven to be a good idea. I'd seen creatures like that monster before a long time ago but I never thought I would again. The girl and the man...they interest me, they gave off an interesting energy. I knew that I would see them again, and I knew that the fun would begin soon. Yes...very soon.
Seras's POV
Seras couldn't believe how her master could take this awful assighnment so well. She barely knew a single word of this country's bloody language! She spent the entire time on the organisation's private jet going through the customes and language of this country and found it to be needlessly complicated. The had landed only four minutes ago and already she missed home. Currently they had to wait on the runway for some diplomat to pick them up.
Seras's thoughts were interupted as her master Arucard turned to her and grinned, "You should be pleased, Police- girl. I have a feeling that this assighnment will truly test what abilities you've developed so far. Even with age-less lives like ours, times like this do not come up often."
Seras blushed for a moment but soon argued, "I can't believe that master, this place probably just happened to be the site for afew runaway FREAKS who thought they could escape Europe. All we'll need to do is clean up, and ship out."
The two were soon alerted by a limo that drove up beside them. A stout and wrinkly Japanese man stepped out of the car, approached, and bowed.
"Greetings on behalf of myself and the Emperor. I'm aware that this is an inconvenience to you but please accept our deepest gratitude." He said with a thick japanese accent.
Seras bowed as well and tried to fake a smile but it was an obvious force. "It's no trouble at all, we are happy to help."
"Good, good, now lets step into my car and I'll explain the situation." The man gestured his hand toward the limosine and frowned when Arucard shook his head and began to walk away, much to Seras's surprise.
Arucard grinned as he disapeared into the shadows leaving behind one last quizzical phrase, "There is a night life here that I would prefer to see unchauffeured."
Inner Story (A Week Before Present)
The ceremony was over and her body was already buried. These facts mattered little to the weeping man standing as solemnly as he could muster before the grave of his beloved. His name was Hikaru Shidima, and all he could do was blame himself for the unchangeable past. He almost didn't notice the handkerchief that was offered to him from the corner of his eye.
Hikaru looked up to see a woman in black that seemed just as equally distressed as he was. Sullenly he accepted the offer. After he wiped his eyes and regained his composure he looked up at the mysterious woman. He didn't remember her from the service and he didn't remember his wife describing anyone with her description. She had long beautiful black hair as dark as ebony, her skin was pale and smooth as a China doll and although they were partialy hidden, she seemed to have almost irradescent eyes. They would almost shift between red and gold. Had it not been for his grieving heart her beauty would have been to much for his eyes to bear.
A weak "thank you" was all he could manage to say to the dark masterpiece. She nodded and began to walk away, but not before leaving a bouquet of yellow tulips. They had been his wifes favorite flower. Before he knew what he was doing he ran to catch up to her. She didn't seem to notice him as he caught up. He let curiosity take over and asked the question that rolled around in his mind.
"Excuse me but...what was your relationship to my wife? I don't remember you speaking to her about anyone like you." He managed to say.
She gave him a tearful smile and said "I didn't know your wife. I just hate seeing a pleasant future unfulfilled."
Hikaru was taken back by that response, " What do you mean? If you didn't know her than why were you here?"
"I like to walk through this cemetery. It calms me. But when I saw you in such distress it tore into my heart. I wanted to help you in any way I could." She responded calmly.
"But how did you know about the her favorite flower? That couldn't be coincidence could it?" He was becoming agitated by her.
The woman paused and thought for a moment. "What would you say if I told you I could make you happy again?"
"What do you mean? How could you possibly make me happy?!" He was becoming angry at her "beating around the bushes" way of speaking.
"What if I can make you feel just like you did with your wife just before that unfortunate incident on the highway occured?" A grin began to form on her face.
The memory her words resurfaced caused his face to contort with rage. "Is this some kind of sick joke? How can you say such things?!"
She continued as if she hadn't heard him, "I can never make you feel like you never had those extra drinks. Like you had decided to wait and sober up instead of risking the drive home."
"IT WASN'T MY FAULT!" He ran up to strike her but when his fist was about to connect the air around him began to ripple and distort. When the air cleared he looked around to see he was in his dining room and that there was a fresh and tantalizing aroma tickling his nostrils in the direction of the table. On it was a smoking turkey dinner with an array of side dishes surrounding it. Hikaru could barely believe his eyes but what astounded him most of all was the voice which came from behind him.
"Glad your finaly home dear, surprised huh?" Spoke a soft familiar voice.
Hikaru turned around in disbelief to see his wife standing before him as if nothing had happened. Without thinking he ran forward to embrace her. When his arms were about to throw themselves around her the air began ti shimmer and shift again, and he found himself holding the woman instead of his wife. He let go of her and backed away in shock.
The woman grinned, " Are you pleased?"
Hikaru could only think of returning to the dream. He needed to return to that peaceful scene.
"Send me back! I want to go back to my wife!" He screamed in hysterics at the woman.
"I can't do that more than once a day but come back to this site tommorow at midnight and I'll fulfill your hearts wish." She grinned and walked away before he could stop her.
Hikaru fell to his knees and wept. Over the next few days he would come at the appointed time and experience the pleasure of the dream that the nameless woman would bestow uppon him. She never accepted any payment and wouldn't say anything about herself but by the third day it didn't matter to him. He could forget for those few precious moments that she had even died.
Hikaru began to experience a strange feel of fatigue after every session with the woman but by then he was to far gone to let that stand in his way. By Sunday he could barely move but he didn't realize the harm he was put through. He managed to drag himself back to the cemetery to see the woman and saw that she was talking to a man wearing a dark black trench coat and black sunglasses. The man turned to him and grinned.
"So is he one of your desperate sources?" The question was directed at the woman.
"Yes, but I doubt he could handle another "session" so I'll finish him off tonight and move on to another." She grinned.
"Please...take me...back to her!" Hikaru's voice was barely above a hoarse whisper. He was beyond caring about their conversation, all he wanted was another glimpse at his ideal world.
The two ignored him and resumed their conversation. They seemed amused at his feelings.
"The cemetery truly an awesome hunting ground is it not? I find the most vulnerable souls by the masses here." The woman spoke smirking.
"Just finish him off and keep up the good work." Spoke the man as he walked away.
With the man gone the woman turned her attention to the wretched form of Hikaru. She gave a grin from ear to ear.
"You wouldn't last another session any way, at least you'll die in the arms of your true love." She began to advance on him.
Out of nowhere a tall figure in red appeared in-between the woman and Hikaru. He wore a red trench coat with a black armani suite under it, a wide brimmed red hat, yellow sunglasses which gave his eyes the appearance of lifelessness, and white dress gloves ith a pentagle along with various other symbols sown onto the back of each. He had a wide toothy grin on his face from ear to ear.
"My first night in the country and already I run into scum at work." His voice showed a mixture of amusement and anger.
"Who do you think you are?!" Shouted the woman in both shock and fury. "Leave while you can still walk!"
"You think you can just suck the life out of any world weary human you see, huh? This one in front of you has become so twisted and warped by your "treatment" that he can't even grieve or feel real emotion any more. Are you proud? Do you feel success? You smelly little wolf in sheep's clothing." He accused with the same grin, completely ignoring her threat.
"I gave you a chance to run and you spit it back in my face? Now you will die!" A stone spike grew from her hand and erupted towards the man. The Spike tore through his chest and went out the other side. To the woman's surprise he didn't even flinch, instead he began to give a a deep throated laugh. The hole in his chest quickly mended along with the clothing around it. She stepped back in shock.
"You don't smell like a vampire but I bet you scream just as loud before you die. I wont even have to waste any ammo on a pile of trash like you." He cracked the knuckles on his right hand and prepared to attack.
The woman looked worried and turned to Hikaru," If you want your dream so bad than kill him!" Hikaru slowly got up and with the last of his strength ran forward and wrapped his arms around the man in red trying to hold him back with all his might.
The man looked down at him and back at the woman, "Your so weak you require a half dead human to do your dirty work? Pathetic." He easily sent Hikaru flying backwards with one hand. he than turned towards the woman.
"I will not die by your hands!" Her body began to glow an unearthly red and solidified into hard stone, sharp angles formed as she morphed into something resembling a humanoid tomb stone.
"Definitely not a FREAK, but one hundred times more hideous" He said in disgust.
The stone creature fired a volley of hard projectiles from its rough, hard finger. They were easily dodged as the man appeared behind her and put his fist through her back and out her chest.
"An eye for an eye." He spoke with disdain at the dying golemn.
"Are...you the...Guardian?" She managed to say moments before crumbling into stone and fading away.
"No, I'm Arucard." He said and turned to walk away.
Miyu's POV
I had come to late and saw a man standing before the dying shinma I had come to send to the darkness. I had been monitoring it for a while and had intended to act today. I had never seen this man before, he looked like a foreighner. The red coat and hat mad him seem even more ominous than Larva. He didn't smell anything like a shinma but I still could feel ancient power radiating from him. I was about to step forward to confront him but the crimson clawed arm of Larva got in my way.
"We should stand down from making our selves known yet. It would be best to understand what the situation is. I recognize his scent from my days in Europe," Larva spoke in a soft quiet voice.
I decided to take his advice and observe. The man was calmly exiting the cemetery and continuing down the lamp lit street. We were about to follow him but the man turned and stared directly at us. For about a moment we exchanged gazes, than his grin broadened and he tipped his hat to us and faded away. My attention than turned to the whimpering human on the ground. If he wanted a dream to live in than I would give him one. I walked to him and kneeled before him. I was rather hungry.
"Do not worry, the eternal happiness you crave is only a moment away," I say as I bite.
Arucard's POV
Going off on my own had once again proven to be a good idea. I'd seen creatures like that monster before a long time ago but I never thought I would again. The girl and the man...they interest me, they gave off an interesting energy. I knew that I would see them again, and I knew that the fun would begin soon. Yes...very soon.