Thanks Verona Dracula. Guess this is what comes from NOT having a Muse. Oh well, here goes....
Dracula swooped down, transforming into his demon form. So, this was the reincarnation of his old 'friend'-and it was HE who killed him-and it was he who interrupted that brief moment of pleasure. (A/N: LOL...God knows what would have followed if Gabriel hadn't arrived....)
Shirra just lay on the parapet, stunned. Despite Dracula being dead and his lips cold, her lips were on fire from his kiss. Sweet God...Then, a memory of a past not hers came...
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"She was reading on a balcony, wearing a simple blouse and pants. She felt a shadow fall on her. She smiled but she did not look up from her book. She knew who it was.
"Reading on the balcony again?"
The voice of the man asked half in mock exasperation, half in wry humor.
"I like it here. Its peaceful."
She turned to see the face of Dracula-or someone who resembled him. This one was not pale at all. He pulled her off the balcony, into his arms-and into a kiss..."
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Shirra snapped out of her reverie. What was that? Summoning her katanas, she drew her wings and flew down silently. Dracula landed next to her, in human form once more. He had no wish to send her away- they had so much to complete...
Then, she stopped. She inhaled-and exhaled. Her eyes shot open.
"Get down-
Too late. Gabriel leapt down-and staked Dracula. The look on his face as her Lord calmly removed the stake from his chest-was priceless. She drew her sword and glared at him-hard.
"Leave, Shirra. This does not-
She flung a wazakachi (a smaller form of a katana) to Gabriel.
"Shall we?"
"You want him? You come through me."
Dracula sighed before standing to one side. This should be interesting.
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Gabriel was good. But the ronin blood in Shirra really did wonders for her. He parried, she struck It made their movements balletic. Then, Gabriel slashed at her arm-taking a piece of her blouse with him. She looked down- so did he.
"Nice-
She kicked him in the face.
She stabbed his left, his right-he kept dodging. Great reflexes-for one so detestable. He parted his legs- just to have Shirra slam the sword in between his legs.
"I've been in this position before,"
he said,
before holding the blade between his boots-and slamming the hilt into her windpipe.
"Shirra!"
She calmly regained her stance and wiped the blood from her mouth.
"Not bad, Gabriel."
She dropped her sword and tried to fight with hand to hand combat. He tore the rest of her blouse. She looked down- and saw she now wore only the bandages wrapped round her breasts. She head-butted him-and retrieved her sword. He was about to stab him in the groin when he intercepted it.
"What a long...sword."
Slamming him in the chest with a fist, she unsheathed her second katana- just in time for Gabriel to send the wazakachi down. She placed them both at her chest-resembling King Tut holding his scepter and whip-. It intercepted with them.
"Nice...blades,"
She knocked it out of his fingers and slammed it into his shoulder blade.
"Shirra!"
She stopped.
"Leave me to him."
It was a command.
She nodded-and left.
"Well, Gabriel... what do you make of her?"
Gabriel silently swore as he grabbed his shoulder. The girl was GOOD.
"How the Hell can a girl fight like that?"
"Tsk..tsk.. Really, Gabriel, you shouldn't swear. There's a lady present, you know."
"How do you know me?"
"Care to refresh your memory?"
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Shirra got back to her room. She wondered whether Dracula would kill Gabriel at once-or play with him like a mouse. Probably the latter. Gabriel was too interesting to destroy so soon. She decided to play the violin for awhile. The violinist blood did not fail her-he WAS good, except that he loved drink too much. She cradled the violin in her arms. Picking up the stick, she begun to play a sorrowful strain. She wondered what to call it.
"How about Requiem Of Shirra?"
Verona struck her as she turned.
"I saw you both kissing! I warned you..."
"Not to spilt hairs, Verona, but it was Dracula who made the first move,"
she replied.
"Ha! As if, you slut!"
"The pot calling the kettle black,"
she replied coolly, placing the violin to one side. Verona transformed and flew at her. Big mistake- Shirra had a lot of Dracula's blood in her. She sent Verona flying out of her room, with ONE fist. She lay there, stunned. Shirra barked,
"Get out-and stay out!"
before slamming the door in her face. She sighed and turned-to see Velkan, in human form.
"I'm sorry."
He said, before throwing a blue powder Gabriel gave him earlier into her face. She fell into his arms, out cold. He could smell Dracula's scent on her....
"Monster,"
he thought, cradling her in his arms.
At least he did not smell a broken hymen-or else he would tear out Dracula's throat, face..no, better to tear him into little bloody-
Stop It.
He told himself firmly.
Gabriel had done him a favor by buying time to distract Dracula. He should not waste it thinking about revenge-not now at least. He morphed into a werewolf and leapt down, towards Gabriel. They had to get out-FAST.
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Gabriel felt a tinge of fear. How on Earth could Dracula withstand a stake- and a cross? This was bad. And where the Hell was Velkan?
A loud BOOM resounded in the hallways. Both men turned-to see a werewolf, Shirra in his jaws, coming at full throttle at them both. Dracula leapt out of the way. Gabriel had the wind knocked out of him as Velkan grabbed him and leapt down into the river.
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Dracula watched with seething rage as the trio were gone. And so was Shirra. Turning into his demon form, he summoned his brides. All save Verona came.
"Where is she?"
"She got knocked out-
"She slammed her face in a door (that's what THEY think)."
Dracula resisted the urge to roll his eyes. That girl...
"Let us hunt."
And at once, three winged figures flew in the night sky.
Dracula swooped down, transforming into his demon form. So, this was the reincarnation of his old 'friend'-and it was HE who killed him-and it was he who interrupted that brief moment of pleasure. (A/N: LOL...God knows what would have followed if Gabriel hadn't arrived....)
Shirra just lay on the parapet, stunned. Despite Dracula being dead and his lips cold, her lips were on fire from his kiss. Sweet God...Then, a memory of a past not hers came...
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"She was reading on a balcony, wearing a simple blouse and pants. She felt a shadow fall on her. She smiled but she did not look up from her book. She knew who it was.
"Reading on the balcony again?"
The voice of the man asked half in mock exasperation, half in wry humor.
"I like it here. Its peaceful."
She turned to see the face of Dracula-or someone who resembled him. This one was not pale at all. He pulled her off the balcony, into his arms-and into a kiss..."
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Shirra snapped out of her reverie. What was that? Summoning her katanas, she drew her wings and flew down silently. Dracula landed next to her, in human form once more. He had no wish to send her away- they had so much to complete...
Then, she stopped. She inhaled-and exhaled. Her eyes shot open.
"Get down-
Too late. Gabriel leapt down-and staked Dracula. The look on his face as her Lord calmly removed the stake from his chest-was priceless. She drew her sword and glared at him-hard.
"Leave, Shirra. This does not-
She flung a wazakachi (a smaller form of a katana) to Gabriel.
"Shall we?"
"You want him? You come through me."
Dracula sighed before standing to one side. This should be interesting.
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Gabriel was good. But the ronin blood in Shirra really did wonders for her. He parried, she struck It made their movements balletic. Then, Gabriel slashed at her arm-taking a piece of her blouse with him. She looked down- so did he.
"Nice-
She kicked him in the face.
She stabbed his left, his right-he kept dodging. Great reflexes-for one so detestable. He parted his legs- just to have Shirra slam the sword in between his legs.
"I've been in this position before,"
he said,
before holding the blade between his boots-and slamming the hilt into her windpipe.
"Shirra!"
She calmly regained her stance and wiped the blood from her mouth.
"Not bad, Gabriel."
She dropped her sword and tried to fight with hand to hand combat. He tore the rest of her blouse. She looked down- and saw she now wore only the bandages wrapped round her breasts. She head-butted him-and retrieved her sword. He was about to stab him in the groin when he intercepted it.
"What a long...sword."
Slamming him in the chest with a fist, she unsheathed her second katana- just in time for Gabriel to send the wazakachi down. She placed them both at her chest-resembling King Tut holding his scepter and whip-. It intercepted with them.
"Nice...blades,"
She knocked it out of his fingers and slammed it into his shoulder blade.
"Shirra!"
She stopped.
"Leave me to him."
It was a command.
She nodded-and left.
"Well, Gabriel... what do you make of her?"
Gabriel silently swore as he grabbed his shoulder. The girl was GOOD.
"How the Hell can a girl fight like that?"
"Tsk..tsk.. Really, Gabriel, you shouldn't swear. There's a lady present, you know."
"How do you know me?"
"Care to refresh your memory?"
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Shirra got back to her room. She wondered whether Dracula would kill Gabriel at once-or play with him like a mouse. Probably the latter. Gabriel was too interesting to destroy so soon. She decided to play the violin for awhile. The violinist blood did not fail her-he WAS good, except that he loved drink too much. She cradled the violin in her arms. Picking up the stick, she begun to play a sorrowful strain. She wondered what to call it.
"How about Requiem Of Shirra?"
Verona struck her as she turned.
"I saw you both kissing! I warned you..."
"Not to spilt hairs, Verona, but it was Dracula who made the first move,"
she replied.
"Ha! As if, you slut!"
"The pot calling the kettle black,"
she replied coolly, placing the violin to one side. Verona transformed and flew at her. Big mistake- Shirra had a lot of Dracula's blood in her. She sent Verona flying out of her room, with ONE fist. She lay there, stunned. Shirra barked,
"Get out-and stay out!"
before slamming the door in her face. She sighed and turned-to see Velkan, in human form.
"I'm sorry."
He said, before throwing a blue powder Gabriel gave him earlier into her face. She fell into his arms, out cold. He could smell Dracula's scent on her....
"Monster,"
he thought, cradling her in his arms.
At least he did not smell a broken hymen-or else he would tear out Dracula's throat, face..no, better to tear him into little bloody-
Stop It.
He told himself firmly.
Gabriel had done him a favor by buying time to distract Dracula. He should not waste it thinking about revenge-not now at least. He morphed into a werewolf and leapt down, towards Gabriel. They had to get out-FAST.
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Gabriel felt a tinge of fear. How on Earth could Dracula withstand a stake- and a cross? This was bad. And where the Hell was Velkan?
A loud BOOM resounded in the hallways. Both men turned-to see a werewolf, Shirra in his jaws, coming at full throttle at them both. Dracula leapt out of the way. Gabriel had the wind knocked out of him as Velkan grabbed him and leapt down into the river.
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Dracula watched with seething rage as the trio were gone. And so was Shirra. Turning into his demon form, he summoned his brides. All save Verona came.
"Where is she?"
"She got knocked out-
"She slammed her face in a door (that's what THEY think)."
Dracula resisted the urge to roll his eyes. That girl...
"Let us hunt."
And at once, three winged figures flew in the night sky.