15: Realizations

Dealing with adult life, the loss of parents, friends falling out, injuries and hurt is all hard to bare. Add tests and the growing age of sixth form and Daemon Heights is what your outcome is. The Bandits and the Demolition Boys are all going through hell at 'Hell Hole Heights' and dealing with it differently. Will they get over their pasts, graduate and find love, or will the trash can at the bottom of the road be easier for them? Its not easier being 18 and hiding things from your friends is not the option you can take without digging yourself further into your deep secrets and pasts. Mostly Kai/OC, lots of OC/OC and implied Ray/Mariah and Tyson/Hilary.

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Enjoy guys. Sorry for leaving it so long. I've been on hols for the past two weeks so couldn't update then and before well, heh, I guess I could have updated before, I never got around to it. Sooo sorry. And also, Sorry for the OOCness but this is just the way it's turning out. Cya.


Voltaire looked upon the shining metal sword and daggers held firm on the coloured wooden shield attached to the wall above the still, burnt out fire place. And he smirked. She may have been unafraid of the knives, and now also carry both of them, but she couldn't beat a sword when he wielded it. There was no way it was possible.

Reaching up he grabbed at the hilt wrapped with black velvet ribbon with tassels falling from the end. He drew it, smooth and controlled, and held it close to his face. His beady-eyed reflection met his eyes and his sinister smirk smirked back at him. There was no way he could be beaten now. But also in the reflection he noticed something out of place in his sitting room. Turning to the entrance from the grand hall he held out the finely made and pointed sword.

Kat stood in the open doorway. Arms flung to her side, legs spread, the two knives pointed outwards in her grip. Her eyes were black as they always had been; yet they had never held so much darkness and anger. Her eyes seemed deeper and angrier that any darkness ghoul could ever be now. Her blue eyebrows were knitted together, her brow creased and her mouth little more than a straight line. She looked like a street fighter. Two knives for weapons, tight or leather clothing, punk style. But more importantly, she looked deadly.

'I believe these are yours.' She said, bringing up the knives. Voltaire nodded still smirking, hearing the footsteps approaching the room. 'Then I believe you want them back.' Within the next second Kat had flipped both knives so she lightly held the blades and them had flung them, one after the other at Voltaire. But the elder man didn't even flinch as the sharp knives flew past him. He heard the thud of wood being hit behind him and continued to smirk. Kat just growled in annoyance. Her plan to make him dodge had been foiled. She couldn't attack now.

'That Mantel piece was 200 years old, the finest oak, you better be glad that it's insured.' Voltaire said without even moving his gaze or the way he held the sword, pointing at her. Kat just glared at him. 'And you must be thinking, why didn't I move?'

'Because your a psycho.' Kat spat. Voltaire shook his head slightly.

'Tut, tut, young one, didn't your parents ever teach you to respect your elders?' Kat growled louder. He had hit the raw spot that Elise had hit a few days before. It still hadn't healed and Voltaire was reopening the wound. 'No, because I am perfectly sane, after all, I'm not the one throwing knives at old men, am I?' Kat's teeth were bared, fists now clenched, knuckles pressing against the netted fabric of her gloves.

'And I didn't move, because you are soft, weak, you wouldn't have thrown them directly at me.' He said knowingly. Behind her he heard the footsteps slow. And then his grandson appeared. Kat was growling again, but it wasn't because she was angry with Voltaire. She was angry with the blue and grey haired boy standing taller than her behind her. Kai.

'I told you to stay away.' Kai just looked down at her blue and brown hair, she hadn't even turned her head to him, just remained staring at Voltaire.

'You can't control me.' Now Kat's growling was even more ferocious. That was what Elisa had said to her. She turned her head to him.

'Don't you understand that I'm only doing this for your own good?' She hissed. And that was all it took for Voltaire to pounce.


'What do you mean Kat's gone?' Leo exclaimed. Cassy hit him on the shoulder to quieten his tone for the wandering ears of the crowd

'If you hadn't been pigging yourself out at the buffet you would have noticed that she went after Kai finished his Karaoke song.' Elisa said, annoyance was clear in her voice. They all seemed to blame her for letting Kat leave. But who could control a Tiger when they were only human? Kat was the uncontrollable factor of their team, the lone wolf, or at least one of them. Elisa couldn't have stopped her.

'Guys please.' Cassy said. They were all standing on stage now. Most people were dancing but some had noticed the arguing Bandits and were watching and listening. 'Everyone can see us, can we tone it down?'

'No, let's just forget it and try and figure this out for ourselves.' Sabre said. 'What songs do you think you can play here Elisa?'

'Hey Guys.' They all turned to the voice. Tala and Bryan stood there. Ian and Spencer had already got bored and gone home as they only had 30 minutes left until the end of the Disco anyway. And behind the Demolition Boy pair was Theo and Ry weaving their way towards the stage, concern plain on their faces.

'Have any of you seen Kai?' Tala continued.

'Not after he ran off stage.' Leo said. Tala face became blank. He'd put Kai on that stage, he'd made him sing with Kat…and now he had gone, disappeared.

'Guys what's wrong?' Ry asked, leaving Theo's grasp and pushing herself up on stage. Sabre turned to the rest of the Bandits. With a meaningful glare he turned back to Ry who now stood next to him.

'Nothing.'

'Hello, does anyone know where Kai went then?' Tala said, waving his hands to get the other teams attention once more. Kai couldn't have just gone off without a reason; the Demolition Boys, moreover, basically the whole of Six Form and the rest of the school, knew Kai went off one his own all time, but he had reasons for it, even if he kept them hidden. This time though, there was no reason Tala could think of yet, it seemed different, trouble.

'No.' Sabre said. He turned to the Bandits and in a hushed voice said,

'Where did Kat go Elisa?' The brown haired girl sighed.

'She said she had something else to do that didn't concern the Bandits. Then she just walked off. She went towards the corridors that lead to the Car park. I'm not sure but I think I saw Kai waiting for her in the corridor, he looked like he'd been crying.'

'Huh? What are you saying?' Tala said from the crowd. The music was too loud to really hear anything, but it was just a precaution to speak in whispers. Cassy turned to Theo, Tala and Bryan who stood watching them.

'Come up here.' She beckoned with her hands as well. The trio nodded before vaulting onto the stage. No-one else in the crowd seemed to dare step foot on the raised surface, not now with eight six formers there to kick them off of it again. Now that all remaining of the two teams were gathered, Elise sighed, and then spoke again.

'Kat's gone. She walked off saying she had something else to do that didn't concern the Bandits. She met Kai in the corridor over there.' She pointed her hand over towards the corridor now basically crammed full of people. 'He looked as if he had been crying.'

'Kai, crying?' Tala's icy blue eyes seemed to lose their spark and melt of ice.

'What do you think happened to Kat, where did she go with Kai?' Theo asked, dark hair shining dark blue in the dimmed lights from above.

'None of us know.' Cassy said.

'Predicting what Kat's mind goes through is near impossible.' Leo continued. Ry, silent until now, suddenly had a knowing look in her eyes.

'Maybe she's gone back to Hiwatari Mansion with Kai?' She said quietly. Leo smirked.

'Yeah right, so now she…' Cassy hit him around the head. He turned to her and for once her gaze over powered him. Telling him one single thing: Shut It.

'He was crying about something important.' Ry continued.

'Maybe why he had that black eye?' Bryan suggested. 'Maybe Kat has gone back to Hiwatari Mansion to catch the culprit?'

'I think we've just got proof over the mission link.' Sabre said knowingly. They'd all suspected Voltaire, he was really the only suspect, they just couldn't pin it to him. The Dragon keepers glare became fixed again as he looked around at the group making sure they all understood his words.

'You mean, Kai's Grandfather…' Theo didn't want to continue. Bryan nodded.

'It would explain a lot. How we've never really seen him, and Kai never says anything about him, and we've known Kai for years.' The lilac haired teen said.

'So what do we do?' Ry asked. Elisa sighed again.

'We stay here, and let Kat take care of it. We'll only get in her way and cause her more concern. We'd be another target for Voltaire to aim at and Kat to protect.' She said. 'And knowing Kat she's probably already gone headlong into a fight with him.'

'What? Kat could get hurt.' Ry said desperately. This time the Bandits couldn't help but all smirk slightly.

'You don't know enough about us yet to make assumptions like that Ry.' Cassy said. This conversation seemed to be getting lighter by now.

'Obviously not, your using big and complicated words Cassy.' Ry said raising an eyebrow. Cassy huffed. Sabre's smirk was lost again.

'But even if Kat is a good fighter, we don't know anything about Voltaire.' He said. They stood in silence, their mouths spoke no words but they were all thinking the same thing, even if they were rival teams, even if they barely knew each other. Come on Kat.


Silver metal, whistling through the air…

Kat spun around again and leapt forwards to evade Voltaire's swipe. She rolled along the carpeted floor like she had done upstairs. Leaping to her feet she ducked another slash and rolled sideways to dodge the stab aimed at her on the floor. She gritted her teeth as Voltaire unwedged the sword once more and glared at her. His smirk was still there, but it was over powered greatly by his sinister glinted eyes.

'Are you really trying to kill me?' Kat asked. Voltaire laughed. It made Kat's skin crawl. It was evil, full of wickedness and darkness. The duel haired girl almost felt like some supernatural movie star facing her nemesis with an aura of black mist spurting from his feet, ready to engulf her. But who was she kidding? She was a normal human; her only supernatural powers lived faintly in Whisper. And her Bit beast was at home, on her bedside table, lying dormant since their training yesterday. And this wasn't a movie; she'd decided that earlier, this was real.

Voltaire tilted his head back down to her as he finished his laugh. He smirked across at Kat. They were now separated by a wooden coffee table, quite a high one at that, and Kat was thankful for it's protection.

'It depends.' Voltaire began. 'Are you going to kill me?' Great, you just keep turning my questions around. Kat though bitterly. Her eyes scanned the room without moving from Voltaire's form. So I have a coffee table in front of me, a sofa to the left, the fireplace to the right. Behind me I can't see and then Voltaire and the door are in front of me. I need to get to the right or out of here. She paused and 'looked' at the door again. Where's Kai gone?


I was obviously no help to Kat if I just stood near the door and waited. So I decided to help her in my own way. I now run along the landing again, past the corridors that I ran through after Kat earlier. Past the stab wound in the wooden wall. Past the plants, past the carpets, past everything I've lived in in fear for the past 10 years. Finally reaching my destination I burst into my room. Looking around desperately I rush to my bedside table. There you are.

Dranzer.

He has never failed, and won't I'm sure. He is strong, eternal and right now, is glowing bright red in anger. He can probably tell what's happening down stairs. How my Grandfather is ruthlessly attacking an unarmed girl. And I'm sure he'd quiet happily agree to become Kat's arms. (By that I mean weapon).

I clasp Dranzer tightly in my hand, the blue blade that has won me every battle I can remember, besides one. I smirk. Grandfather might be my last family, but he isn't the last person I have. I've decided that. I kept telling Kat, 'he's the only thing I have left', but now I see I was wrong.

I have my Friends. Tala, the annoying Redhead who teases me for a living yet has never left my side or caused me any real hurt. Bryan, the cool and calm collected one, the one with a way with words that can persuade me even against my will. Ian, the annoying little brat who brings new fun to my life. Spencer, the blonde who goes against the stereotype and can be as calm and intelligent as me. And now Theo, although I haven't known him long I can already tell he's much like Tala, strong, calm, and carefree, a real ally.

I also have my rivals, although these too are like my friends. The Bandits, the Bladebreakers. They are what keep me going, I train so I can beat them, I train to become the best I can be. And they train too, to beat me, to try and over power me. We push each other to our limits, beyond them, setting new barriers to break through.

And then in a category of her own…Kat. Right now she's fighting for me, she's against the person I thought I cared about. But it's not him of the fighting pair I want to save now, it's her. She's unweaponed, defenceless to a sharpened blade, yet she still fights. For me. Clenching Dranzer tightly I send him a message.

''I've made my choice, will you help me?'' It felt the heat rising from my faithful companion. He is another thing that I can count on. Forever. He'll never leave me against his will. I hear the cool voice of my friend float back into my mind.

'The Unicorns Keeper is the only one that can truly become our equal, losing her will let us break through to victory, yet it will also lose your spirit young master. I am ready Master. I too have made my choice.' And with that I smirked, this is my pay back to you Kat, I will not fail you.


Obviously bored with standing for so long, Voltaire growled slightly and lunged, stepping onto the table and jumping high into the air, he rose above Kat, ready to plunge the sword in his hands down towards her. And Kat took the only option she could right then without jumping backwards into the unknown; she dived forwards, sliding under the raised table along the carpet, ignoring how it burned her arms. Stopping herself as the thud of Voltaire landing was heard she turned over onto her back and propped her self up on her elbows to 'sit up' under the table. She used her new position to look down at her feet where she could see Voltaire's own feet turning back to her. Unlucky Voltaire, your sense of Décor has been your downfall. She smirked from under the pure wooden table.

The elder smirked to himself. Trapped young one, trapped like a mouse after the cheese in a trap. Holding the sword leisurely in his hand he walked up to the table and leapt onto it. It was a good table, expensive, fine wood, it could take his weight, but it could also be penetrated by a sword.

Under the table Kat held back her gasp. Crap. She'd expected him to have to walk forward and flip the table manually, giving her an opening to attack when he couldn't defend himself. But her plan had just been flushed down the toilet by his unwanted actions. Damn it.

She heard Voltaire walk across the table, slowly, pacing up and down it. Trying to make her think to flee. To give herself away and give him an opening. But she knew if she did that then she was bound to be hit, that's what he wanted after all. And not knowing Voltaire's ways was her downfall. Would he really kill her?

'Here kitty kitty, where are you?' Voltaire cooed. Kat bit back her disgust. No-one called her 'kitty' if she didn't want them too. And right now she didn't want to be called 'kitty'. Voltaire stopped pacing; Kat located his last step to the other side of the table. 'Are you here?' What happened next shocked Kat completely out of her wits. She heard the thud of wood being hit and then the crack as it broke. And, two feet away from her, was the shining metal of a sword from above the table, protruding from the splintered wood.

'No.' The sword was redrawn back above the table top, leaving a nice hole in the carpet below it. 'Are you here?' This time it was only a foot away from the girl. Gulping slightly Kat's brain went into over drive for an idea. She smirked as the idea came to her almost instantly. Of course. He looked up at the small space above her where the table was. Now all she had to do was get her knees into the right position. She swung them upwards silently, so she lay on her back with her shins pressed against the table. You better not be heavy Voltaire. But she couldn't help but smirk.

'Not there either.' Voltaire stated and redrew his sword from the splinted wood again. You better have insurance on this thing too. Kat thought. She heard him walk down to her end of the table. Her knees were wedged against the underside of the table; her toes now hooked in the over hang of its edge. 'Are you here?' She pushed with all her might.

At first it didn't move at all, and Kat's eyes widened slightly, she knew Voltaire was drawing his sword back to strike, to aim at her, to kill, intentionally or unintentionally she didn't know. But with his movement, he seemed lighter and less balanced, and somehow, Kat managed to push hard enough with her feet that the table sprung into the air, flipping behind her. Voltaire cried out as the table and himself went down towards the floor behind the girl. But Kat didn't care. She leapt up again and rushed for the fireplace, or rather, the item hanging above it. The only thing she could do now was to fight fire with fire, but right now she didn't have fire, so instead, she'd fight metal with metal.

Grabbing the two hilts of the daggers and pulling downward to release them she felt the black velvet soft against her fingers. The two daggers were finely crafted in her hands, light but deadly. The cross bar of the hilt curved towards the blade instead of being a bar like shape and was pointed and sharp on both side, like daggers themselves. She looked at them, and then looked up at Voltaire. The old man was rising from the ground again. Clutching to his back. Kat smirked.

Now she imagined she was the supernatural movie star again. The special effects workers had placed the streaming back aura around Voltaire once more, an evil glint in his eyes. And around Kat they had made a beautiful golden and silver halo, like that of an angel, or god or goddess, like that of good. They had made her weapons gleam brighter than Voltaire's in the dulling orangey light from the window. They had made her powerful, ever without Whisper her bit-beast, she now felt like she controlled the elements, had super powers. Even if it wasn't real, she'd decided that earlier, it had given her hope.

She'd come here to Hiwatari Mansion from school, a disco of which she was the music, one of the stars. She'd come to help a friend, avenge his pain and suffering. She had come here to beat Voltaire, she didn't know how at first, but he'd made it clear, she wouldn't kill though, no, he wasn't really worth a life sentence, she'd just hurt, cause the same pain he had to Kai. And now she had her weapons, now she had her hope, she knew she would do all of the things she had set out to do. No, she vowed she would. And she was a Triagon…


(Whoa, that's the best chapter I've ever written, yeah, it's not the longest, but I think its effective. And if you've been reading and remembering you'll get the last line and why I always made Kat Traigon someone who won't back down. See, it does all fit in. But now Kat's on her own, her team won't be helping her, but Kai will, and she has her plan set up. I suggest you return to see some serious butt kicking next time. Review please first though).