Authors note: I have been having writers block lately, so I have had little time to actually write, but hopefully this came out as well as I had hoped, Enjoy or I will sick the creature on you :-).
Chapter 3Night before the raid
Risika had felt the past nights go on with little drama. She had been kind of sad, because according to Jager, there was a raid coming. Come on, there has to be something to do here, seriously. If she wasn't going to fight something strong, she was going to kill someone. Actually, she would do that anyways. And where the hell is this Cronus, come on. He is all-powerful, can't he at least be on time. Risika stopped, she saw a girl leaving a bar. I am hungry, Risika thought to herself. She slowly walked up behind the girl, and stopped as the poor thing turned around.
"Who the hell are you!" The girl demanded.
"I am no one important. Now Rachel, how about I tell you a secret." Risika did love to scare them like that.
"How do you know my name?" Rachel was now quite scared.
Risika slowly leaned into Rachel's ear and whispered, "I am going to kill you." Risika laughed silently as she pierced Rachel's throat. The rich taste of blood filled Risika's mouth; she relished the taste as if it were fresh ice cream. She stopped as she felt someone's aura brush up against hers. Risika turned around trying to sense whom it was, but started to get dizzy trying to break their shield. "Damn it! Who the hell are you!" Risika had an idea of who her foe was.
"I have come a long way to get here, you will either help me get to New Mayhem, or you will die." The stranger hissed.
"Uh, screw you." Risika playfully responded. The stranger was gone before Risika could finish her words.
"Look behind you, your death will be swift." Risika ducked out of the way as the stranger just missed her with a roundhouse kick.
"Are you out of your mind? Do you have any idea who the hell you're messing with?" Risika was now less than happy.
"It's you who doesn't know who they are messing with. But all will be told soon enough, if you live." The stranger's cryptic words were starting to get to Risika.
"Ok, I'll bite, who the hell are you?" Risika was now flustered; she really did hate this guy.
"What did I tell you?" The stranger knocked Risika off her feet with a leg sweep.
"You really suck, do you know that?"
"I hope your being sarcastic young one."
"Young? Do you even know how old I am?"
"Of course, Rachel Weatere, I know exactly how old you are."
"Who the fuck are you, I really have no time for this!" Risika jumped towards the stranger but he just sidestepped her.
"You know, just because you are weaker, doesn't mean you have to hate me."
"You're right, it isn't. It's the fact that you're an asshole that I hate you."
"When did you learn all these bad words Rachel? Your father would not have liked that one bit."
"How do you know about my father?"
"When you have been around as long as I have, you pick up ways to manipulate ones mind."
Risika remembering back to Jagers' warning realized whom she was dealing with.
"Damn it, Cronus."
"We have a winner ladies and gentlemen, come and claim your prize," With that, Cronus did a flip over Risika's head, and proceeded to violently strike into her spinal cord with a flurry of punches. "Now don't worry, as a vampire, you should be able to move again in about a half an hour." With that Cronus disappeared.
Risika after having to lay in agony for 25 minutes (Ha! It took me less than half an hour. She thought to herself.) Hurried off to Las Noches. As she came running in, she was relieved to see that Cronus had not followed her. She made her way to the bar, and looked for Jager. She instead found her "loving brother".
"Hello there Risika, Cat got your tongue?" Aubrey couldn't help but laugh.
"Don't you remember what happened last time you asked me that? I believe you still have the scar I gave you." Risika pointed to his left shoulder.
"Screw you. So what did you have to say that made you run all the way into Las Noches?" Aubrey inquired.
"Maybe I came to tell you that you suck and can go to hell." Risika joked.
"Guess you don't want to know what happened to Jager then..." Aubrey trailed off.
"What happened to Jager?" Risika normally didn't care, but Jagers' advice saved her hide tonight. She owed him.
"I am not telling you, I don't really even know myself." Aubrey just shrugged.
Just then the door to Las Noches flung open. It was Jager, or what was left of him at least. "I'll tell you what happened to me." Jager huffed.
"So what happened to you Jager? Fall off a cliff, or perhaps you got hit by a couple of trucks?" Aubrey was sure smug considering Jager could kill him.
Ignoring Aubrey, "Some weird, vomit faced psycho attacked me on my way here tonight. He was fast, strong, and I couldn't even read his aura." Jager seemed to wince as he recalled this stranger.
"I met him tonight as well," Risika grimaced as she pulled up her sleeve and pointed to trace amounts of blood, "I didn't much care for him, either."
"Perhaps this is Cronus, he's strong enough." Jager supposed.
"Why don't you ask me?" the stranger called as he stalked into Las Noches.
"Fine, who the hell are you?" Jager spat.
"Names Richard, but I believe you all gave me the name Cronus. And I believe that you all really need to consider running away right now." Cronus hissed.
"So your big, bad Cronus, eh? Your not so tough, I could take you down right now." Aubrey boasted (tonight really wasn't his night was it?)
Cronus quickly disappeared and reappeared behind Aubrey and knocked him into the far wall and shattered some of the already cracked mirrors.
"Well look at that, he can fly." Cronus smirked.
"Why are you constantly attacking us, you freaking moron?" Risika asked bluntly.
"Because for some reason I feel that you all should die for hiding from me for so long. 600 years of searching, and that doesn't include the 1,000 years of being locked in that cave." Cronus was getting flustered, he isn't much for conversation.
"Well if you don't want all your searching to be for not, then you will help us. Witches are planning an attack on this very town as we speak. And I am willing to bet that you don't like witches either, am I correct in that assumption?" Jager now took charge of the conversation.
"What of it, I can kill them once they get here, and still kill you." Cronus talked nonchalantly, putting his feet up on the table and reclining in his chair.
"Let me tell you something Cronus, as one vampire, I may not be able to hurt you. But these witches, will kill you, and even you know that." Jager warned.
"You do a lot of talking for one so weak, must be all your good at. I'll stay as long as I want and kill who ever even thinks of hurting me. I can read all your thoughts so I will know if you think it. Now piss off all of you." Cronus closed his eyes and started to sing an eerie tune to himself, "Bones and ashes, fire and hell. Chaos and furry, malice and blight. What would the world be without them, boring for sure. Killing and maiming. Eviscerating people, with my bare hands. Bones and ashes, fire and hell. Chaos and furry, malice and blight..." Even this group of vampires found it disturbing.
As they left the confines of Las Noches, they turned to face the door wondering what the hell was his problem.
"Jager, why did you let Cronus push you around, you could take him." Fala spoke up for the first time since Risika threatened her.
"Fala, do you really want to see me dead?" Jager questioned.
"Ten to one she does." Joked Aubrey.
"Everyone shut up, we'll think of something, best we give this guy some space for now. He seems even more unstable then Aubrey and that's saying something." Risika lectured, sliding in her joke at the end; how could she resist?