Disclaimer: Sadly (T.T), I do not own Card Captor Sakura or any of its characters, demo, I do own Emerald Star & Sycian de Corseta. Sojin & Diantre also belong to me. If you wish to use any of the four characters, please e-mail me at darkrubymoon@hotmail.com or state it in your review. Thank you and enjoy the fic!
A little author's note:
Yeah, I know this whole plot sounds vaguely familiar. Well, if you have ever heard and/or watched it, my idea for this fanfiction came from the movie Underworld. Some of my friends figured it out just from the whole mood of it. How is it like Underworld?
Vampires Vampires
Lycans (Werewolves for those who don't know) Vampire Hunters
Fighting because of forbidden love Mystic Orb of the Realms
Selene(I forgot her name...) & Michael Emerald & Sycian
Do you see how they're alike? Anyway, just wanted to give credit for me getting this idea to the creators and everyone who worked on Underworld. I love that movie, it's one of my all-time favorites. Anyway, enjoy the fic!
The rain came down like bullets as there was a flash of lightning and a roar of thunder. The waves of the dark ocean crashed hard onto the beach, pulling away sand and leaving behind seaweed. The sky was blanketed in dark clouds, lightning flashing within every so often and sometimes coming towards the ground. The wind was strong, blowing the limbs and branches of trees to and fro.
Two beings sat on the roof of a large mansion, unprotected from the storm and vulnerable to the lightning. The raindrops slid down her face as she looked ahead, not bothering to cover herself from the rain. One leg was pulled up to her chest, her right arm resting on her knee. The other leg was stretched out in front of her. She didn't move from her position as her companion began to speak.
"How long will you sit here and think...?"
"As long as I wish, thank you..."
"......What about Yue's game of chess?"
"I'll get down there when I wish..."
He sighed, curling and uncurling his tail as he sat atop of her shoulder. One of his ears twitched as a light yet chilly breeze blew past his face. His eyes scanned the grounds of the estate, looking past the iron gates towards a large structure in the distance. "You know...Syaoran won't be pleased to hear that our shipments were destroyed again."
"His own fault..." She stood up, her long, dark green hair flowing around her as she took up her revolver. Her black coat billowed around her because of the wind.
The black cat jumped off her shoulder as she stood up, looking at the woman carefully. "What are you going to do?"
"Target practice..." She jumped off the roof before he could say anymore. He ran over to the edge and did not see a sign of her at all. "You always were the stubborn type..." he muttered as his ears and tail twitched in annoyance.
Jumping onto the nearby balcony railing, the cat entered a long and large hallway that had a floor made of white marble with dark-colored "veins" going through it. As he sailed down the hallway, he passed a few portraits of young men and young women, and sometimes a cat or a dragon would be spotted in one. The curtains along the floor-to-ceiling windows rested against the glass panes as the rain continued to come down hard. Another few flashes of lightning lit up the hallway for a few seconds before throwing it back into semi-darkness.
The cat turned the corner and crossed the hallway, passing through a large set of doors and entering a large room furnished with two couches, four armchairs, a bar in one corner of the room, and a fireplace on another side. There was an elegantly decorated rug with a complicated design on it in front of the fireplace. Near the two couches was a small table and two chairs, and on top of the table was a glass/crystal chess set.
Sitting in one of the armchairs was a young man with long, platinum white hair and pale skin. His gaze shifted towards the cat as the room was illuminated by a flash of lightning, revealing his cat-like eyes. They were the colors of silver & violet and were framed by his long white bangs.
"What brings you here, Diantre..." he stated, his voice smooth and calm with a touch of ice added to it.
The cat meowed at his name, jumping up onto the couch. "Am I not allowed in here, Yue, or are you just bored and would like to know my business?"
The young man didn't bother continuing, his gaze flickering back to the raging storm outside, "Emerald shall be late for our chess game, it seems..."
Diantre meowed softly and jumped onto one of the couches, curling up within a set of pillows that lay to one side. His ears twitched lightly at the loud sound of thunder, but he did not move any more after that.
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The empty capsules of the bullets fell on the marble floor as she continued to shoot at the head and torso of the statue, reloading her gun when need be and continuing to fire at the target. There was no expression on her face, her dark green hair falling around her face and eyes, while the rest of it was held back in a high ponytail. Her eyes were a solid green, focused on what was in front of her and nothing else. She stopped shooting when the statue began to go down and disappeared from her sight.
"You really need to stop practicing so much..." A young man in his late 20's with short, dark hair and eyes that looked black but weren't walked up behind her, taking off the head set she was wearing to block out the sounds of gunfire. He stepped back once as she turned around swiftly to face him so that he wouldn't get a whiplash from her long hair. "Weren't you supposed to be playing chess with Yue?"
"I needed the practice..." She gave him the revolver she had been using before walking off, not giving him a chance to comment. The darkness swallowed her as she stepped through the doorway, out of his sight. He shrugged and put the revolver back where it belonged, sighing quietly, "She's so stubborn."
"But she's strong," a voice commented from behind. A small, dark form floated down onto the young man's shoulder, fluttering its blue wings a few times. Its turquoise eyes looked at the bullet-covered floor, raising an eyebrow. "I believe Sakura may choose her for the Anniversary."
"So do I," he agreed as he picked up one of the empty capsules. "I wonder who they will choose..."
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He walked through the woods, his long, black hair held up in a high ponytail as it swung from side to side. A long, thin sword was at his side, partially hidden by the long black trench coat he was wearing. His eyes were shadowed by the loose strands of hair around his face.
The breeze that went throughout the forest played with his hair, brushing his bare chest and making his coat float up around him. His black pants ruffled slightly as his boots crushed the dry leaves underneath his feet. The branches of the trees swirled around him as the sky continued to get darker and the rain came down harder and harder. Lightning shot through the sky more.
After a time, he stopped on the path. He did not move or make the slightest gesture in taking out any weapons. The only difference was that his nails grew a bit longer and sharper.
Suddenly, a horde of shadows jumped out from the covers of the trees. As lightning flashed across the sky, the shadows were illuminated, showing the faces and figures of bandits. They had sticks, knives, daggers, guns, and empty beer bottles in their hands. All of them rushed at the man, shouting out profanities here and there.
The man's hand began to come up now, and he looked up slowly at the bandit closest to him, revealing eyes of darkness. His eyes were black and showed no fear or hesitation; rather, they showed a little bit of satisfaction.
Once the first bandit was close enough to strike the man, he lifted his dagger in the air, ready to injure him. He cried out, and then his body fell to the floor. Blood pooled around it as his head flew into the crowd of bandits.
The man launched forward at the bandits now, using only his claws to strike them in the chest, to slice their necks open, to dig his nails into their backs deeply, or to take out their insides by thrusting his hand into their stomachs. He did not stop and no emotion was expressed on his face as he continued the bloody massacre.
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The rain came down increasingly harder now, feeling like an endless pour of needles. The smell of blood was carried through the air and throughout the forest as thunder rumbled.
He stood there, observing his work as he sat in one of the large trees, one leg hanging over the branch. He licked his claws clean of the blood stained on them as he eyed each of the bodies of the bandits.
It was a complete mess. Heads were here and there, arms and legs entwined in bushes, bodies mangled and twisted in every way possible. The insides of some bandits hung out of their stomachs, while the necks of other bandits continued to bleed blood even though they were dead.
Once he was done, he jumped off the branch, landing skillfully on his feet. The man stepped over a few bodies and continued down the path, never looking back at the graveyard he had, within the span of five minutes, created.