I dedicate this fanfiction to my girlfriend who has a birthday today Jan 9 2014 (23)
Happy birthday to my little vampire girl with the purple bangs!
A big thanks to CM7 for the kind words about wollaceb, Sondardo and me that he wrote on his profile.
Thanks to all my readers, reviewers and beta reader wallaceb.
CHAPTER 41 – Don't leave me
Jonathan smiled; he was in front of her.
"I couldn't leave you... I don't have cool magical powers or super muscles, but I can give you all the love I have."
The two were on a glade in the forest, the sky was bright, there was plenty of light, but Jonathan was strangely in the shade and lower than the girl remembered.
Mavis turned slowly to the right and then left, on the one hand a warrior and the other a big black dragon, both crushed by big black furry hands. The gaze of the blue-eyed Camazotz again crossed the boy's who was no longer smiling; instead he seemed worried and upset.
Mavis released her hold from the two and stopped to look at her long clawed hands while the dragoon hobbled hastily toward the dragon.
"Agran! How are you?"
The dragon replied with a suffering sigh, as the shadow flames extinguished from his wounds.
"Damn... Come on, back home." The dragoon said, placing a hand on the dragon's muzzle. "I discharge you."
The dragon sighed deeply, and then vanished in a blue mist.
"I hope they're able to heal you..." The warrior concluded with a voice full of regret.
"What happened to me? What did I do?" Mavis asked with a trembling voice.
"Don't worry about what happened." Dracula spoke up as he approached his daughter, "The important thing is that you're safe and sound." He finished with a sweet voice, but was betrayed by a tremor due to the pain of his wounds and burns.
Mavis got up, reaching a height where it seemed she was flying, and from there she noticed that the clearing where they were was not natural. Everywhere she could see the trees had been cleared away, as if it had just been hit by a typhoon.
"I have nothing to worry about?!" She said to her father, "This disaster is my work?! And then my hands... my hands smell of blood! Did I hurt someone?" Her huge frightened eyes became moist.
Jonny and Drac looked at each other undecided whether to tell the truth or not, but before they could speak they were interrupted by the dragoon:
"Your father's right, do not worry, you've only got knocked out all of the armor guards, gargoyles and all your buddies who had come looking for you..."
"Shut up!" The human shouted, but the warrior was not interrupted:
"Not to mention the arm of your father and the shadow flame you've blown against Jonathan and all of us, if you had woken up a second later you would have killed everyone..."
"Dad? Is it true..?" The demon girl asked in the faint hope of getting a negative response that her father didn't grant, he didn't want to lie, but the truth was too tough to tell.
That silence was the last stab that Mavis' heart could bear, remorse and shame hurt her more than Lilith had.
Suddenly darkness came as the demon's wide opened wings darkened the sun and with a single flap of her wings, she lifted off the ground and flew away.
"No! Mavis, wait!" Dracula screamed, but he was ignored.
Jonathan turned to the dragoon, full of anger and walked over to him quickly.
The vampire tried to run after her, but in those conditions he could not resist the sunlight as he could in good health and was obliged to stop in the shade of a tree.
Jonathan ran toward the man, but seeing him so dejected he could not find words to help him. He returned his attention to the knight who had followed him and while full of anger turned to him.
"It's your fault!" The human said, taking the warrior's damaged armor that had now lost its entire splendor. "Was there a need to tell her everything now? After what she went through? After all, she has not killed anyone! And even then it was the fault of the demon, not hers! What sense does it make to treat her so badly?" Jonathan concluded, growling.
"She had not killed anyone?" The knight asked with contempt.
The human released his hold, "Your dragon can still be saved; you said it yourself."
"Maybe he can be saved, but my spear?!" The dragoon said while a wave of his fingers drew the top of the spear broken during the battle toward him.
"It's just a spear! You can fix it or forge a new one!"
The warrior did not answer, but Jonathan heard a slight growl coming from the man's gritted teeth, it seemed that the last statement of humanity made the dragoon very nervous.
The boy turned to Dracula in search of explanations, but the vampire also seemed worried because of the boy's words. Jonathon opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped by the man who grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and lifted him up, while the second hand was ready to stab him with the broken spear, but with the sharp tip.
"Stop!" Dracula begged him, "He may not know..."
The man lowered his gaze and left the boy who fell down on the ground.
"You're right... The kid may not know," He muttered turning to the vampire, "But YOU DO!" He concluded hitting Dracula in the stomach.
"Argh!" The vampire complained, but the warrior had no mercy and raged turning the knife in his wound.
"Aaaargh!"
The man let the vampire fall to the ground.
"Now that my spear is dead does it hurt?" He asked in rage.
"I don't... blame you..." The Count muttered in a voice broken by pain.
"Nice shot, right to my heart!" The dragoon complimented.
Dracula, puzzled by the man's words, raised his eyes and saw that Jonathan with his estoc had pierced the warrior in the back.
"Are you brave or extremely foolish, young man? I don't know, but you're good, I'll admit... First you face a demon and you tame it, and then attack me..." The man said as he slipped off the sword from behind his back.
Jonathan, frightened, released the sword which fell and became stuck in the ground.
Have you seen dear Vlad Tepes?" The dragoon said knowing that the name Tepes (the Impaler) would reopen the old wounds of the count's past, "Even your sword gives me reason and refuses to hurt me!" The dragoon said with a stomp of his spear penetrating into the flesh of the vampire piercing through him to the ground.
"Aaaaargh!" The vampire cried.
"Please stop it! What do you want from him?" Jonathan whimpered.
The warrior smiled, turning towards the human, "Do you think we can call him Vlad Teapa?"
Jonathan did not answer; he remained firm in his frown.
"Come on, man! Smile, it was a joke!" The man chuckled, giving two pats on the Jonny's head while he did not move an eyelash.
"Tepesh means 'the impaler' and Teapa means 'the impaled'... Ah! Forget it! Perhaps the fact that I've signed my own death sentence because of you is fucking with my brain... However, the other dragons will come soon and they will be less friendly with me than your demoness. Go and save her while you can and forget about the vampire, he will survive."
"Who are you?" Jonathan asked, cautiously.
The man looked at him for a moment; his face hidden by the helmet preventing the young man from seeing his expression.
"Forget it," He said, looking away from Jonathan, "You don't need to know the name of the one who has no future... Go knight, save your princess, and give sense to the sacrifice of my spear, of my dragon, and of my life... a sense that I just cannot see."
That being said the dragoon sank slowly into the ground as if he were a ghost becoming only a shadow on the ground, darker than that of the tree running away mingling in the darkness of the dense forest, leaving the human incredulous and frightened at seeing that man mysteriously and disquietingly turning into a shadow and leaving the scene in a surprising way, just as his meteoric arrival had been surprising.
"Jonny! What the hell are you waiting for? Run to her!" Drac shouted.
"But..."
"Nothing 'but'! GO!" The vampire roared cutting off the human who was taken by fright and ran to search for his beloved.
…
The young human was running.
"Mavis... where are you..." He asked himself, thinking about where she could have escaped to.
But his thoughts were interrupted by a myriad of shadows that passed quickly over him, catching his attention.
Jonathan looked up.
"Holy D&D's manuals!"
The boy was paralyzed with his mouth open in amazement, hundreds, perhaps thousands of dragons of all sizes and colors were flying in circles above him. One of them broke away from the group and got out of proportion, just pointing out Jonathan.
"Oh shit." He remarked when he realized the imminent danger and after a moment when he recovered from the initial fear, he fled to their heels.
The black dragon, or more precisely a wyvern, as it was missing front legs, and where only the wings had been smaller than the dragon that Mavis hurt, landed not far from the boy, who was hiding in a crevice of a large tree.
From a crack in the wood he could see the also the dragoon, he wearing a long black cloak with a hood that covered his true armor which was visible only on the gloves showing burnished metal.
The knight looked around. Under his hood while being illuminated remained as dark as a black hole.
"What could be worse than being chased by a Nazgul?" The boy mumbled to himself.
The rider got off the wyvern bringing an old scythe with him.
"Being chased by a Nazgul with Death's scythe... Ok, now it's really impossible to be in a worse situation..."
The terrible creature headed straight toward the tree that hid Jonathan, who terrorized lowered himself.
"Being chased by a Nazgul with Death's scythe, who knows where I'm hiding ... Now I'm really fucked..."
"Don't move." That black dragoon said in a nightmarishly grotesque voice.
The human was shaking like a leaf.
"I-I..."