Chapter Four : Arrival

" Victoreas?.. Victoreas..."
The girl perked, gaze turning up as she looked to the door of the room she was staying in. She smiled as she saw her father. " Yeah, Dad?.."
" Say 'yes'…" Javero stepped in, followed by two women who looked human, with pale flesh that was contradicted by their black hair and gray eyes. A smile was on his face.
" Yes, Dad.." She huffed, crossing her arms as she looked curiously at his companions. Tilting her head, she stared at them, and they stared right back, their eyes revealing no emotion. " …who're they?"
" These two," He purred, stepping away to give them proper introduction, " Are Meru and Peru." The two bowed and he chuckled softly, the sound dry. " They'll be helping you get ready for tonight. We'll be attending a banquet… in my honor." He sighed at the last part, rubbing his forehead as he turned. " Girls, please be sure to hurry." He leaned over, whispering something to one of them, and they both let out a soft gasp, nodding – fear in their eyes now, the only emotion shown so far. " Have fun," He said before walking out, talons clicking on the marble floor.
" …?" Victoreas blinked as she watched the two scurry about her room. Scooting off the bed, she stood, walking over to one of the women. " What're you doing?"
The woman ignored her, looking through the drawers in a strange old vanity, taking out different things before closing the drawer and moving to the next. Eyeing each item, Victoreas tried touching one of them – a brush with a silver handle – and her hand was swatted away. Sighing, the girl turned around, seeing the other woman rifling through her small bag of clothes. " Hey! Those're mine!" Running over, she swiped the bag away, but she was too late. Meru – or was it Peru?- had already looked through everything. Shaking her head, she turned, leaving the room, leaving Victoreas and her twin alone.
Setting her bag back where it had originally been laying, Victoreas sat down on the bed, wondering what she was supposed to do now. The woman went over, holding the brush, and sat on the bed next to her. Squeaking, she scooted over, and so did the woman, who started to comb her long hair. Finally understanding, Victoreas pulled herself into the middle of the bed, letting Peru – or her sister, it was hard to tell – work with her hair.
" What's your name again?" Victoreas asked softly.
" Meru.." Was the reply.
" Alright." Quiet now, Victoreas stared at the floor, wondering where Peru was. After a few minutes her question was answered as Peru scampered in, holding something in her arms. The girl raised an eyebrow, watching as Peru let the item fall, hands holding the top – it was a dress, now she saw now. A pretty one, at that; a pale golden color. " …I'm not going to have to wear that, am I..?"
Peru nodded, folding it and setting the dress on the bed, lightly tugging at the girl. " Bath.."

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He could still remember it all. The third, and last, great war.. as he made his way through the cavern of the cave, he brought up another memory. He could still feel the fury he had had.. what a madman he had been then..
War. He reveled in war.
A swift turn to the left; he impaled another angel.
This was his home – this was what he was born for. War.. destruction.. war.. perversion.. war.. He could hear the words of his Creator in his ears…
" You were created to bring peace- though peace can only be brought by war. You are a warrior. I dub you Conostrene… Hell's Warrior."
His tail grabbed a smaller angel, ripping it apart. He felt pain in his back – though his vision, the color of blood, did not falter, as did neither his actions. Spike pushed through his skin, flying in all directions, hitting warriors, injuring some – killing others. He had no time for precision. The battlefield called for action, not thought, the first thing he learned as his ruthless master trained him – he had the scar still; it was the only scar he had, on his back.
" You need to be faster then your opponent. Smarter. Stronger. Better. So many things you have to be in war. One wrong move and you're dead."
He felt his bloodlust overtake him, and he whipped around, pulling out the blade in his back – stabbing it through the startled angel in front of him. He twisted it around, letting his foes entrails spill. His tail twisted about, cutting down more angels – they were crowding around him now, trying to get him.
Well, he'd have to teach them, wouldn't he?..
Roaring, he took hold of his swords, which he had chained to his arm; one in each hand, he started to hack up everything in his line of sight, swearing and snarling in the Nightstalker's tongue. " As'n, mi oredo- ij! Mi oredo- ij! K-ut len mahg ne ro.. sunt remnan..! Mi oredo- ij as'n ka ne!..."
They had killed his child.. the only thing he had had left of his mate.
So he would kill them.. destroy them.. annihilate them. He would remind them of true fear, true terror..
He finally stepped out of the cave, gazing down at the city. This would be short, he hoped..

Author's Note: JC Victor Salva's. Maus, Nightstalkers, and
basically everything else in this fanfiction are copyrighted to me, VW/BAC.
Vampires, hell, no one owns them, but Meru and Peru are my vampirepeople.
I created all of this for my own pleasure, as I get joy out of writing.
Thus, your opinion does not matter to me.
So stuff it.
If I catch anyone using these ideas….
There will be hell to pay. – VW/BAC