An Innocent's Violence
by Kimra
Part 8
Demondo's laugh echoed through the hollowed chamber, his sharpened fangs flashing for any left watching. In the centre of the room, smears of blood and sweat across his thick body stood one man, another fallen at his feet.
"We have a victor." Demondo declared ceremoniously his eyes sweeping across the crowd. "Will any step forwards to overcome his victory?" There was a murmur from the crowd as some of the men weighed their odds.
Already there was a multitude of bleeding men standing about, those who had lost previous fights, they would not step forwards again, already defeated in this battle. But the ones who had not yet taken up the challenge of fighting for her, the ones not covered in battle marks could still call a challenge. But no man stepped forwards, none considered their chances high enough against the brute still poised in the centre of the room, blood running down his chin as he grinned with feral delight at his would be prize.
"A last call for the final challengers. Step forwards now or respect the outcome for eternity." No man moved, none even spoke and Demondo continued. "I declare the decision made, Kray step forwards to receive your mate."
It was not until those words where spoken by Demondo that Usagi forced herself to look upon the mess before her. Her eyes found the man who remained in the centre of the arena, the other men, unconscious or dead had been taken away somehow. She did not care, her eyes instead assessing the man who was to now take her through her first mating.
She felt the thick hands of Demondo's guards take a hold of her arms and propel her towards her chosen mate. Watched as his eyes grew darker with desire and her body shuddered in repulsion uncertainty making it's way to her thoughts at last.
She wanted to protect Mamoru, she wanted him to live, but there was no guarantee that he would survive. In fact she knew that he would probably not. No human ever learnt of the vampires and survived, it was fate and law combined.
The guards released her, and she felt them disappear from behind her but did not turn her eyes from the looming man before her. He was easily twice her size, a brutish smile fixed on his features as he looked her over, his interest and arousal clearly visible in his stance and expression.
Fear struck through her, she doubted she was the first to be afraid. Surely not the first to not want to be there, to pray for an escape. And here she was, stuck in the footsteps of an uncountable number before her. Every female of the vampire race who had faced the crisis she now found herself in.
He grabbed at her, and instinct won over any plans of submission that still lingered.
She struck out and the room broke into noise before he even hit the ground.
"Complete the ceremony Kray." Demondo's voice demanded from above the area with anger suddenly obvious.
She crashed back to reality, her decision made, it was now only a matter of trying to enforce it. She doubted her chance of survival but she would go down fighting.
"You fucken whore." Kray ground out as he raised himself from the ground, his body looming and muscles bunched, ready for attack. She backed away knowing she wouldn't be strong enough. "Or is this just how you play sweetheart?" A sick smile came to his lips and she looked around her in a frantic moment for an escape. But the room was still circled with the men whom it seemed stayed for the entire ceremony.
"Leave me alone." She demanded, hoping to prevail with words what he wasn't understanding from her actions.
He barked a laugh, so did the other men. And with reflex's she couldn't match he grabbed her, pulling her into the air so their faces where level. Her breaths where cut short, his fingers squeezing in around her throat. She gasped for a breath and he gave another laugh. He pulled her close to him, his mouth coming to her ear. "Don't tell me you don't want this sweetheart. We all know better."
She ignored the repulsion his words brought forwards but couldn't stop the scream from escaping her when he bit down into her shoulder. She tried to jerk away as her blood began to swim out of her, her own hands finding a hold around his neck and she squeezed as hard as she could but it was not enough.
"Leave me alone!" She gasped with what breath she had tears coming to her eyes.
"You can't fight it Usagi." Demondo growled from somewhere higher, but she couldn't think straight or see straight the blood leaving her too quickly. "Bite him back and finish it."
"I don't want this!" She howled feeling the violation of teeth in her flesh, and hating it. People where murmuring, she should have consented by now, they all knew it so did she. Instead she was thinking about Mamoru, and with that final desperate thought she lost her grip on any semblance of control.
She let out a growl, harsher then anything she had ever voiced and her teeth bit into the man before hers ear. "I'll kill you." She grit out before she wrenched back, ripping half his ear off. He released her to let out a sound of pain, she didn't care. Falling into a battle position ready for his attack.
She launched herself before the man could recover, her teeth landing into his flesh by his neck but she did not drink, she did not care. So instead her hands took hold of his face twisting his head around with what strength she could conjure.
If she'd been thinking she would never have tried such a move, but she was far beyond thinking and it never crossed her mind when his head moved below her hold and the bones of his neck broke with an audible snap that anything was out of place.
She heard the order of another man, too gone to even recognise who gave the order but the order itself she understood. "Kill her!" Rang through the chamber, "Kill her now!" and all hell broke loose.
Demando breathed heavily as he stared down at the man before him. He was not happy, that was not uncommon, but he was in a rage, and that was uncommon.
"Who are you?" He demanded, staring at the figure of a human before him.
Mamoru let out a contemptuous laugh. "Go to hell." Was all he replied.
In an instant he was in the air, the chains stretched to their limit as Demando's purple eyes stared into him murderously. "Tell me who you are mortal!"
Mamoru strained against the hold, unable to breath in the death lock the man held his throat in. "Go to hell." He managed feeling a surge of pride manage to fly through him. Demando's eyes flashed a brilliant shade then calmed.
"She wont mate. It's strange that she could overcome the urge to mate." He began a calmer voice, but these words made Mamoru freeze with fear. "Doesn't matter of course I've left them to kill her."
Mamoru surged forwards against the chains but they held him. He reached for more strength but it wasn't enough, the chains refused to break and his fingers never quite reached the disgusting man before him.
"Just like I will you." Demando lent forwards. "But you know something, and I want to know what that is." The expression on his face became hard. "How does she refuse to mate?"
"How would I know?" Mamoru snapped back knowing that even if he had the answer he would never share it.
"Oh but you know, and I want to hear it. We can't have another like her after all, it would not bode well for anyone."
"Your just upset because you can't control everyone." Mamoru spat.
The next moment pain shot through him and he realised there was a blade protruding from his stomach.
"I have an eternity to play this game, you only have a lifetime. But I don't mind, I can make a life last a long long time and none of that time will be pleasant." Demondo ground out his teeth flashing in rage.
Usagi was fighting. Fighting and fighting against anything that came near. Her mind wasn't with her, pushed aside in it's uselessness. She was fighting for her life, for everything, for herself and she would not fall because failure meant an end to everything she had ever believed in.
She had killed her family when the creature turned her. She had gone home and dreamt of blood, then like a zombie she had destroyed them all. She wasn't sure why, or how it had happened just that she watched it, trapped inside herself as she drank from and destroyed the people who deserved so much more. She had seen the fear and confusion in their eyes before they faded into death. That hadn't been the end.
Her scouts had accepted her immediately, responding to her desperation they had come for battle and found only what was left of a massacre. They tried to comfort her and she turned on them as well. They fought her. Of course they did, warriors to the end, they fought back. But guardians to the end they could not bring themselves to harm her, and she won. But not completely.
Her family lay dead her friends teetered on the edge of death. She had cried then, thick streams of tears for something she hadn't been able to stop. She had nearly given up, lost in the desperation of uncontrolled inevitability.
Ami had said it first, like a prayer, the blue haired girl had reached out with blood soaked fingers and stroked her hair. "Let me stay with you, forever." And after the others asked the same.
And she never refused, because she would never refuse her scouts anything. She mimicked the monster who had taken her. Redid upon her friends the violation he had preformed on her. Forced blood down their throats and took more of their own, as if their bodies had anything left to offer.
It never broke her, instead of an end it had kept her going. With her friends by her side she could fight forever, keep going for eternity. Personal adversity held no grounds against the life bonds they had formed. They had been warriors, trained to accept lose and they knew to move on was essential. It had not been the end.
But here, this battle, she knew it like she knew when the moon would rise and fall, if she lost this, it would be the end. If she failed to win, her friends would follow in their own time, they would all be destroyed and she could not let it happen, would never allow it.
A blow from behind threw her forwards against the hard marble surface. Blood tasted in her mouth, her own leaking from her body from injuries she didn't have the mind to acknowledge. Someone, one of the creatures pinned her and she fought against it with all her strength, but she was only as strong as they and battle trained instincts had been all that kept her going to that moment.
Her heart constricted, her fighting was useless, and she had killed Mamoru with her defiance. "No." She demanded of herself, she would not let defeat rule her. Her mind rebelled with her words and she reached inside herself for something she hadn't touched in three years, a power that lay dormant but not forgotten in her altered body.
Thick fingers curled around her head, men chanting in the background ready for the blood that would spill. She struggled against, managed, she knew not how, to dislodge the man who had pinned her and roll to her feet.
Standing her eyes jumped about the scene, already three men moving in on her. She had killed some, she was sure of it, killed them before they realised she was a real threat. Now they where taking no chances, she was a liability and they would destroy her.
She reached within the magic of a disregarded life, felt gold touch her fingers and the words long unuttered slip from her mouth in a desperate prayer of salvation.
Nobody heard the words, she barely acknowledge them herself because as the transformation of one self to another began her body was overrun with pain and fire.
Best of luck with everything and for those who where concerned I'm feeling much better now. Thanks all.
Kimra
