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A vampires forbidden love: the lies that bind us ch.19
Usagi POV
I walked down the stone steps into the basement area. It was dark and barely lite. I held my guns out and kept walking. By this point I felt holding a knife out would be rather pointless since he already knew that we were here. The secret was out and trying to get the jump now was a mute -point. I saw down the stair case a few gargoyles inside. They were perched with candles in front of them and appeared to be partially burnt.
I thought that was unusual since I saw some but not many outside. Plus the ones that were spotted didn't appear burnt as the few down here did. I rose my weapon up to touch the blackened burned area and it was as if a memory flash came to mind. One of Chikao's memories surfaced briefly. It happened by so fast that I barely got it but I was able to understand the flashes I saw of it.
Memories of coming into contact with the burnt gargoyles when Emon's original coven before all of this stood erect. The more I realized the more that came to mind. He had been there the day that Emon's coven being destroyed had been found. This I had not known before but wasn't to shocked by. Chikao and the elder were obviously close as brothers so him coming out to witness it himself made sense.
That's where these burnt relics came into play. Emon retrieved anything he could from his original coven before it went down and this one was built in its steed, so that he could try to keep some memory of what he had had. I wondered if I could use this against him now. There was an emotional attachment to these old relics even if it was to something old, faded and burnt they meant something to him.
I tried to search these blood memories for more information but found that anything else would either have to be triggered in another form or have been experienced by myself or Chikao in the past and it seemed that perhaps he hadn't experienced them. I moved away from the burnt relic and further down the stairs as I happened upon some older tapestries. They seemed out of place down here and they appeared to also be touched by the same burnt edging along the sides and the bottoms of them.
Once I touched one another memory flashed of Chikao in his own set of armor looking at the deceased bodies of vampires from Emon's epic rage. The many that lay dead either burnt up or ripped apart. The smell of burning flesh and wood was strong as if I could actually smell it myself even though it was merely a memory. I actually scrunched up my face as if I could still smell it. I could only imagine how devastating it must have been to have seen back then let alone deal with the memory of it.
The damage Emon caused to his own coven no less made me wonder what would happen if on that off chance he did win this fight. What if he won? I choked back a slight gasp of horror even to have that thought process itself in my head but my traitorous thoughts were conjured up in my mind as the memories played out from the past. I saw new images of the 'what if?' possibilities of him winning come to mind. My own thoughts weren't fast enough to tell me to stop it they still played out.
In those split few seconds I watched in my own mind as the images that my mind conjured up of what would happen if he won came to pass. Like a song you couldn't remove from your head or get off repeat they were there as a bit of a torment for me to see. Forcing me to see the possibility if I failed in today's endeavor to kill him. I couldn't stop them no matter how hard I tried and cursed my mind's eye for playing it out.
He would return to my coven, kill any that opposed him and if that meant half of my coven if not more he would do it and burn my coven down as he did his own as proof that no one was going to rule over him ever again. He would burn everyone alive inside and watch with a sick twisted fascination as they screamed unable to get out by whatever means he enforced. I could feel the tear threaten to well up in my eye before I shut my eyes hard and forced the images to shut down and leave me be.
Now the cursed vision seemed to be more of a new strengthen resolve that I hadn't known before I needed to have. I had to stop him today, there was no getting around it. I stopped touching the tapestry and kept walking further down the steps till I reached the bottom. I was NOT letting him take my coven nor my family from me or rip this beautiful albeit imperfect world apart for his own selfish dominating greed.
His lust for power and domination would be the very thing that gets him killed today. I planned to make that a reality he'd have no choice but to face. He wasn't leaving this coven alive in any sense of the word. "Let me ask you something." I heard his voice say as he came out between a few pillars. I held back from shooting to make sure I was getting him and not wasting time or rather ammo on the pillars.
"And what would that be?" I retorted back, "Do you really think you can best me Usagi?" I saw his face for all of a flash of a second. Not nearly enough to raise my gun let alone get a shot off to hit him with it. "After all…" he seemed to be chuckling at this. His voice bouncing around the area down here as he moved around to various places. Making it seem like he was everywhere all at once. I had to focus here.
"I am older than you are by several hundred years easily." If I didn't know any better I'd say he was smiling. Like he had already won. "Which means I'm faster than you, stronger than you…" I listened for him as I honed in my senses to configure where he was at. His voice even echoing off of the walls down here to help hide him better. How did we NOT notice this on the camera's or were they not able to pick that up?
"I've give you one thing Emon, you are right." I let him have that as it was factually true that the older you were the more powerful in the other areas mentioned you became to others. He began to laugh in his verbal victory when I then said, "I wasn't done." In a near sarcastic tone. "Oh?" he was still trying to seem like it didn't matter what I said, "Like I was saying that is true, but…" I sensed he was coming up behind me but didn't move to turn around, preferring him to think he had the upper hand.
After all a man's happiest moment was also his weakest. Emon was at his happiest when his ego was being charmed. When he thought he had me. I needed to use that to my advantage when the timing was right. "Are you one tenth as pissed off as I am?" I mutter as I slowly as I spoke changed the angle of the gun I had to first slam my elbow into his face to momentarily back him up before I then slammed the gun into his now slightly stunned face.
It would take more than that though to truly knock him down. "I guess there is something to be said for using your anger in a fight." He admitted, "That being the case however…" he aimed his fist to slam into my stomach and only reflex and instinct alone I managed to grab his arm forced the power behind it to help channel me as I jumped upward into the air to allow his fist to punch only air and not touch me.
Instead I landed back down several feet away now, my gun dropped from avoiding the attack that was to close in range to use the gun for. "I'll admit not bad…but it won't enough. I have MUCH more anger to use against you than you have to use against me you useless whore." He responded. I pursed my lips as I asked, "Can you really think of no OTHER name to call me?" I was honestly getting a bit agitated by that.
However, I would use this to my advantage so I could circle him as he did me, "I mean that seems to be your theme. Or is that the only thing you can THINK of to call me since that's all the negativity you can think of to sum me up?" using his own anger against him was a tried and true strategy used but one must be careful with the results and not get caught up in it themselves to still be able to win the fight.
I could tell he was beginning to get worked up, "Oh whore isn't enough?" he balked, "How about worthless. Murderer. Thief!" He boomed out as he came after me. I barely dodged his next attack as his rage allowed him to seemingly move faster but with Chikao's blood in me I was able to counter it better. I ducked one of his blows as he instead hit one of the edges of a brick wall up on the side.
It came apart with ease in his rage as I back flipped out of the area and kicked him in the face at the same time. His body only went back a foot but it was enough to hit the other half of the wall with his head. I was then able to get a decent look inside of the seemingly walled off area and found that there was a coffin on the inside. He saw what I noticed, "Don't tell me that's your bedroom." I mocked.
"I like darkness and silence when I sleep." He snapped at me then proceeded to come after me again. This time as he blurred too fast for me to back flip out of the way in time I blurred to. I felt like I was flying with how fast I was going and dialed it down so I could make sure to keep the extra sped I had been gifted with out of it so I could later use it to my advantage as a shocking trick against him.
I instead used the other reflexive advancements I had gained from the extra sped to look back in time, twist my body around, bend my head back enough to duck his deadly swipe mid-air and complete my spin around mid-blur and knock my right elbow into the back of his head forcing him to loose balance and fall forward. Crashing into the floor where a lycan happen to have come down during the battle upstairs.
It roared at me and took a running leap to jump for me. I took a few second leap myself and jumped up high enough to meet it, grab it by its fur as it tried to grab me, push and kick it hard enough into the wall Emon previously put his fist into giving the lycan a sharp piece of brick to crash its head into and on top of. The body falling from the impact hard onto of the coffin as I landed back on the ground.
Upon slightly further inspection its head had caved it from the landing against the brick as the lycan was now detransforming into a bloodied beyond recognizable woman. Only her physical form gave that away her head dented in too much to tell in that manner. I looked back as Emon had just gotten back up and was looking pissed off himself. "You're starting to piss me off now." he tried to act indifferent.
"Starting to?" I mocked, "Emon you have no idea how pissed off I have been." I began as we began to exchange blows. His anger was fueling him but so was mine. I was just controlling mine more so than he was. I nailed one hit against him getting through his block only to have him grab me by my hair and try to slam me into the gargoyle. My booted foot barely stopped my head from connecting as I used it to help me flip over him intending on trying to choke him out only for him to release me and kick me from behind.
I fell back and let my body use the momentum to flip back over onto my feet again. That's when I saw the entrance to the tunnel and the camera down here. At least they could see me they just couldn't speak to me right now. I didn't wave or anything to avoid indicating that we had had that advantage. Instead as Emon grabbed a tapestry and flung it, obviously aiming to use it as a decoy to be able to blind me, I pulled out a blade and ran forward.
When I could feel the air begin to shift and compressed just enough against the tapestry as he aimed high to kick me down I dropped to my knees, slid under the tapestry and as he was still looking only slightly downward I stabbed upwards. Slicing him around his inner calf as he let out a slight grunt and fell. He almost looked comical shoving the tapestry away as I flicked the blade around my fingers.
"You have your weapons Emon and I have mine." I stated as he blurred to pull a sword from an unknown place near the stairs. I didn't pay it much mind I had a much better one to pull out, "Now that's a weapon." He grinned, to happy looking to kill me. I hen felt the slight drizzle of blood on my own blade. I was tempted to take a taste of it to see what I could, to get a glimpse into his life, what he wanted and what he had planned other than what we already knew but now wasn't the time.
As unfortunate as it was. I couldn't spare the moments the memories taking over would take on me. Though since it was only a small bit perhaps it wouldn't be so many or much all at once as it had been with Chikao since I drank a decent amount. I avoided it for now. He could use any distraction to his advantage and I couldn't have that no matter what. Instead I re-sheathed it blood and all and go to pull out another blade, one that would definitely tip things into my favor in killing him only to have to dodge another attack.
He seemed to be pretty pissed off which was a good thing. It meant that I was getting to him. We exchanged more blows as I was dodging his sword to before I managed to grab his sword wielding wrist and apply enough pressure to loosen his grip and kick the sword in the opposite direct of where we were. However realizing this he got angrier and wasn't afraid to use it against me. through this I couldn't help but need to use more of my strength now than before however Chikao's words came back to haunt me.
I had to admit that Emon was matching my style just a bit, blow for blow we were seemingly on equal grounds of fighting. To a degree anyways. We were now a few feet apart as he sneered near happily, "Did you forget Usagi that I would remember how you fight?" he mocked now as I blocked another blow that came at me. I was not partial to this but I wasn't completely without my senses.
"You may know some of it I'll give you that…" I admitted, "But you've haven't been there for long." I advised him as he attempted several more blows against me. I blocked all but one as he used his arm caught by my own arm to back hand me. It felt more like a cheap shot than anything but somehow I think he felt vindicated by it. Like 'Ha!' I got you. I turned around and merely gave him a 'naught boy' look before I delivered a swift yet hard kick to his balls. His own eyes widened and I physically had to stop myself from laughing at it.
"No matter what that will NEVER lose its touch." I smirked, letting at least that little bit out as he rushed me. His anger over compensating the pain in his groin as he tried to gain the upper hand on me. He however was beginning to win out as his years of being older were on his side as he kicked out at my own legs. As he tried to run me into the nearest wall I jumped my feet up and walked up the wall backwards as I flipped up and over his should.
I kicked him in the back before he could kick out at me again and yanked hard on the head of hair that he had in slight retaliation for his doing the same to mine earlier. He swung his arm back to hit me but I blocked and twisted it under his shoulder in an attempt to break it by the elbow when he bent over and kicked out still hitting me in the leg knocking my momentum enough to allow him to break my hold on him.
He then jumped up and knocked down the metal rod that had previously been used to hold the tapestry up and now was being used as his weapon since the sword was no longer available. He had lost that a bit of time ago. I managed to grab the long pole like metal rod as he tried to hit me with it but bent my body all up and around it to avoid it actually hitting me as it merely glided over my form with a wicked sped to it that made me damned glad I was so fast and flexible. I managed to stop a particularly nasty blow to my gut.
I lifted the rounded blunt end upwards and as he prepared to shove it with all his might at me I shifted it at the last moment to pull it from his grasp and toss it by the deceased female lycan. It to crashed through the brick wall from the force of the power he put behind it, taking brick with it. That's when we began to exchange more blows than before. Different forms of very close together martial arts.
The forms had us battling and nearly dancing in our efforts to land a blow on the other. Both of us unwilling to let the other gain the upper hand but both also NOT gaining any true hits on the other. It wasn't till we maneuvered over to the breaking brick wall that he did a spinning kick that threw me into it. The impact was hard and it hurt but I'd had worse than that. However he blurred and was now forcing it down to crush me.
I barely blurred out of the way of all several thousand pounds crushing me beneath it. He was beyond enraged. Then there was something in his eyes, the way he was looking at me that made me wonder if he'd figured it out. "There's something different about you." He muttered. I smiled and said, "The only thing that is going to be different in this is you'll be dead when I leave here." I knew my words would have a desired impact on him.
He came after me as we exchanged a few more fist action blows, before I ducked another hit, turned mid duck and rose back up to slam an elbow at him. The first one landed but the other two were blocked as he tried to grab me. I ducked the grasp and spun back around and jumped up aiming to slam my booted feet against each side of his head and knock him around enough to stab him only for him to block the move as I came back down.
I swiped at his head as he ducked it. If I didn't know any better he was even glancing at me with a slight appreciation for my combat efficiency. That's when he seemed to get upset at himself and take it out on me by losing himself in his sped, grabbing me by my neck and slamming me up against the edge of the other side of the brick wall that still stood, "I'm done playing games." I growled.
I managed to get out, "Me to." And grabbed his arm that held me up, "Time to kick your ass." As I vaulted my booted feet up I wrapped them around his arm, forcing his neck back as I twisted myself enough around to force us to roll my body over, effectively taking him with me as I had him trapped between my legs. He grunted from the maneuver as he tried to grab at his now trapped hand, "Did you really think it would be that easy?" I asked, he was obviously not thrilled to be at my mercy during this part.
He bit at my leg, not enough to pierce it with fangs as he wasn't vamped out but enough to apply enough pain to force the release. Before I fully let go, I used the leverage of his being so close to me to pull his hand from my neck severing his hold allowing me to breath better before jamming both of my feet into his side harder than I had ever used that maneuver before, forcing him to fly into the opposing brick wall.
I landed softly on my feet as I lightly jogged over to where he landed. It was another walled off room similar to the other side and this one held a coffin in it to. A gargoyle in it as well. I watched as he got up and asked, "Seriously what's with the coffins?" I was genuinely curious. I saw he was grunting with the slight pain of having been tossed through a wall now and had just barely managed to escape from having his head smashed in. Much like the landing that lycan took from before.
"It was to be for my brother, the one you fucking MURDERER!" I narrowed my eyes at him as he continued, "This was how it used to be…how it should be." he growled as he looked at the now destroyed coffin that his landing had broken. He kicked it away, "Now I have much to fix thanks to your rude interruption onto my home." He spat. I smiled, "Sorry I spoiled the party." I clearly was unapologetic.
"You will be sorry…soon enough." He growled. "Just curious here, you could have hurt me further with your bite why didn't you?" I was also curious, "Cause…I don't want that filth blood in my mouth." I ignored the stupid insult and instead replied, "Okay…take your best shot instead." He blurred forward to come at me again, I matched him dead on, hit for hit, block for block as we exchanged multiple blows.
I slammed my knee into his side, but he used the moment to grab me and throw me backwards. I used the moment to kick upwards and although the kick barely connected it still landed and hit him on the underside of the chin. The force of it from me added with his toss back and lastly added with my boost from Chikao and he got vaulted back into the other brick wall behind him. I thought I heard a groan coming from him for a moment but then he rose from it looking even angrier than before.
For a brief moment I was almost in fear of him, then the groan sounded again and it wasn't from him which made me wonder what the hell was going on up there to cause it. I jumped back to my feet and landed a high spinning kick to him, but he must have anticipated this and caught me mid air and threw me against another wall. I was unsure of which wall it was till I saw the camera down now.
They couldn't see me anymore. FUCK! When I got back up he kicked me in the face forcing me to hit the wall again. That hurt. He tried to back kick me but I dodged that and tried to slip him into a knock out hold only for him to grab me from behind and slam me as hard as he could, that much I could feel, into the wall, forcing me to break the hold as he slammed his elbow into me face effectively freeing him from me.
"Like I said, I know your little tricks you little bitch." He stated cockily. I looked up at him and had to acknowledge that my body was definitely taking a beating, but so was his. He was breathing just hard and had as many bruises as I did. Sure I had more but he was stronger and to be honest now that I thought of it I never did train with my new blood. I had no idea how powerful I could actually be with this. I was merely testing as I needed. "Not all of them." I retorted back.
"Come on." I encouraged. I needed him to come at me so I could get him on the ropes long enough to stab him and cut his head off with his own blade. Right now we were still pretty evenly matched and I was going to be definitely feeling this fight for days afterwards. I went to blur away from him, but he caught me and pushed me to the ground. As he went to slam his fist into my face I slammed my boots up against his chest to prevent that.
I already had a sinking feeling that would have broken something I didn't need to have broken and it wasn't a simple nose break. Once I got back to my feet I back flipped as he found his sword again to use against me and slashed outward with it. He nearly nailed me had I not back flipped. Correction…I looked down and found a slash mark in my clothes across my stomach, would have cut through me had I not back flipped.
Seeing the sword in his hand confidently I then pulled out my own weapon. The sword that he left behind. He took one look at it and his face dropped from the smug smile to one of pure hatred, "That is mine." his voice was so low he sounded more animal than he did even vampire, "Well your about to get it back…you see I'm going to use it to deliver your head to the counsel." I told him.
He snarled and came at me with full-fledged vampire anger and hatred as I vamped out and pair him off sword to sword. I hadn't had a full-fledged sword fight in ages so this was going to be interesting. "I'm going to enjoy killing you." He muttered as we parred off the swords. The clinking and clanking filled up the basement area we were in for what felt like forever as we didn't stop combatting our swords against the other.
We got close to taking each other's heads off a few times but that only told us both that we couldn't let our guards down for a moment. Neither of us were hesitating. However, it was satisfying to see that same look my his face as he realized I had the skills to par with him as his own brother and father had taught me. Yes, even our elder taught me how to sword fight back in the early 1900's.
As we continued to fight our swords meeting the other and they themselves taking quit a brunt as even we could now see the steel in his and the silver in mine was getting dinged all over from the intensity of our hits. When we came to a crossing and our blades seemed nearly locked together we were both pushing our all into it. For but a moment I saw in his eyes, a tinge of fear before he raged out against it within himself and let the anger burst out forcing me back.
I kicked out at his legs to knock him down to and vaulted myself back to my feet, something I had been doing more times than I cared to count during this fight. He swung out with his sword and nearly caught me in the legs had I NOT jumped back. He was quick with that blade I would give him that. "You really think you can beat me don't you?" he sniveled at me as I looked him dead in the eyes and said, "No I don't think I can…" before I felt the unshakable feeling of adrenaline from the blood coarse through me.
It was like an adrenaline boost that somehow my body knew I needed right now. I nearly felt my eyes darken with the power I was feeling in me, "I KNOW I can." I emphasized as I leapt towards him. My sword hitting down upon his hard as he went down and hit the broken brick wall. He grunted form the force and nearly demanded, "There is definitely something different about you!" as he kicked out at me.
I narrowly avoided his kick to my stomach as he stood back up again, "What the fuck happened to you?" he couldn't figure it out. "Take a wild guess." I baited. I saw the emotions filter across his face making me wonder what the hell was going on through his mind when he seemed to come to a startling realization. "NO!" he yelled. Anger, pain and even jealousy were in his voice as he yelled. "He didn't…NO!" his voice carried and echoed through the place as I goaded, "NO what?" I had a feeling he figured it out, but I needed confirmation.
"There is no fucking way in fucking hell that my fucking father fucking gave you his fucking blood! NO!" he was at war with himself now and right before I could see a moment of his guard down he started to rave, "There's no way that he gave you the purest of bloodlines. NO!" I just looked at him like 'you sure about that?' I didn't say a word to egg him on. He was doing that to himself just fine.
His own deluded paranoia was being used to my gain right now. That's when he seemed to be forcing himself to try and let it go, "Some father I had. Gives some pathetic weak little bitch his blood to combat me. HIS OWN SON!" he shouted. Clearly his calming technique didn't work, "You're NOT better than me!" his voice rising even higher if that were possible as the anger and even the betrayal I sensed in his voice was unwavering.
There was even a tinge feeling of pain in there, but it was covered in all of the fury that he was expelling. I began to wonder where he got his temper from cause I had never seen this displayed on his father before. and on that note I will consider that a good thing. I would have tried to attack but being that he was right in front of me anything I did was completely visible. "You're no more than gum on the bottom of my shoe you pathetic street trash!" he cried out in anguish and hatred towards me as I matched him blade for blade.
However, his words caught up with me, and made me realize what they meant. He thought his father gave me blood as a power boost. Not Chikao. No wonder he felt such an extra amount of blinding hatred towards me. As far as he saw it, I needed to be removed from the world and carry with me the knowledge that I carry pure blood in me now. Now he felt an even bigger need to kill me. But perhaps I could use this to my advantage…perhaps.
Naoyuki POV
I watched the two of them from the shadows where I was at. Emon had me stay out of sight to prevent them from knowing I was still here. I did wonder however if I would able to return to the counsel without consequence if I delivered Emon to them, but I knew that it wouldn't work. Plus as I also came to realize I couldn't betray him, he was a son to me and although I should have felt remorse towards his father for it I didn't.
His father, as powerful and strong as he was had a weakness when it came to certain view point's and one in particular had come into this coven. She came down appearing to be different in some manner that much I could easily tell. I wondered what it was even as she appeared cautious but trained on the matter at hand. Still however I could not put the pieces together. It was as if she had this new fire to her.
It agitated me in a manner that reminded me of why I disliked her so greatly. Her spit fire spirit was the very reason the men of my time oppressed women like her. Someone that spoke their thoughts and felt that they had a right to anything of their own. I would have relished in the aspect of whipping that spirit from her as her back would bloody and she would beg for mercy from me. Her mate was a fool to let her rule the coven and not insist that the elder be in control of it himself.
I kept my feelings on women being on the counsel at bay ONLY because they were of pure blood and we needed to keep the counsel pure, but it didn't change how I felt about them. Their thoughts were worthless and the ONLY worthwhile thing to them was reproduction and that was when we needed an heir, or use for pleasure no other time was that of want or need. If I had it my way I would have come up with a way to mute a women unless spoken to but alas that was a not possible thing to have accomplished.
Usagi's wayward tongue would have had her killed with me in moments, its why I knew deep down when we spoke privately in her coven that I did what I could to elicit a response from her, to have a reason to strike her but she held her tongue and held her own even now. Though it only really made me hate her more. Hate her for being better, and hate her for killing a good friend of mine, another son like figure to me.
I wanted Emon to kill her, but I began to question his ability to do this as I watched her fight him. He was a good fighter, exceptional even, I had watched and helped raise him to be this way, but as I watched her combat moves I had to disgustingly admit that she was actually very skilled as a fighter and knew how to work with her enemy. She was matching him pretty evenly, even though it was also becoming obvious that she was taking a beating.
That much I did get to enjoy. It was becoming such a delight to see her getting beaten down and banged around that I was cheering Emon on mentally from the sidelines. This should have happened sooner but better late than never. And though I would never voice it out loud I had to admit she pulled a nice little trick by coming here before he went with the other lycan's to attack her coven.
It made me wonder how she knew to come when she did. And how many of those lycan's they took out before the alarm set off. I heard bones being crunched in and saw that each were giving and getting blows that were bruising bones and cracking them. I was finding myself upset that she was even beginning to gain the upper hand at certain points till Emon took it back from her and made her pay for it.
It was on a particular note that when she got slammed into the wall near me I nearly left my sanctuary near them to aid him when I saw the camera that fell with her. Broken from her form having been crushed into it. The blinking red light was now gone as I wondered about everything and briefly thought that MAYBE that's how she knew. Perhaps they had figured out a way to get into the camera systems and had been watching us.
The theory became the only thing that made sense. I grew increasingly agitated that she had used modern technology to sneak in to make her win happen yet she still used older weapons like the swords to – and that's when another part of the fight came to light. I saw the sword she pulled out and recalled the day that Emon's birth father gave it to him. It was one of the few times I saw him being happy about a gift from the old man and one of the few times I felt that pang of jealousy as a father figure in his life.
I had reached out to Emon that day as he looked at it with fondness before I heard him say to me 'one day when the time is right will plunge this sword into his weak little heart and end this tyranny of weakness and love'. it had stunned me and made all the jealousy associated with no longer being needed as a father figure go away as he concluded it while looking at me 'I have the father figure I need in life and it is not him'.
His own father didn't know how to nurture his dark desires for power and control as I did. He was right about the old man I just couldn't do anything due to my seat on the counsel. I was to close to the matter. And though I was initially upset that he burnt down his coven initially he regrouped and remade the coven into something better. I even felt that Damon would have been proud of this, had he known that Emon was still alive.
I wish I could tell him but no he would die not knowing his brother was alive now and fighting his whore, the very one that stole his life and his coven from him. I wished for her to die in agony at Emon's hands for what she's done and for what I felt she would do to the new age of vampires. She would ruin us with her acts of grace and peace. For to long I have sat underground wanting to be up top and Emon was going to make that happen.
All I had to do was support him as I did so that he could build up and have Damon join him when his father stepped down but no that wasn't the case. Damon was ruthlessly murdered by her and his coven given to her by his own father no less. She was not a daughter of his house, she was the whore of it and deserved death for her killing of him not his house! I was outnumbered on this by everyone but that is what it was and now as I watched them both fight I knew things would surely change this day.
She was combatting him effectively back though. Her sword skills were amazing. I hated it. I had to look away on the few occasions she actually bested him that is until they began to talk and his demanding indication of her having elder blood within her made me shocked as well. It did not surprise me that her elder would give her blood. I thought maybe in due time he would have eventually just not this damned soon.
She was still so young as a vampire, usually they have an incredibly hard time dealing with all of the emotions going through them and need days if not weeks to sometimes process everything that was granted to them. I was just stunned she was handling the gift of it so well and now feeling even more angered that she not only had this gift but as realization also dawned on me also had more fire power behind her.
He gave her more power to fight with because he knew Emon was to powerful for her alone. I wanted to smile at it but knew better than that. Usagi had elder blood within her which also meant that the skill set she had built up over the time she had become a vampire was now even more greatly enhanced than before. I noticed a particular moment where she had nearly had his head as he nearly had hers.
Now that I knew that she had elder blood in her I knew how much more powerful she could be and form such a strong and powerful vampire such as his own father. And she had the will and reason to use it to her advantage. The more I looked on at the fight the more I knew I may need to actually do something. These moments for him were starting to become to close for comfort as I watched them duke it out.
I was beginning to grow worried about how he would fair in this fight now that I realized what he was up against. He know knew to but his anger was also a great aid to him. However, and I truly did hate to say this, she was showing the tried and true skills of a seasoned warrior and combat effective leader. I hated that she was so damned good at what she did and had amazing instincts within her.
Damon must have taught her more than he lead on to me over the years, preferring to entertain himself with flirting with Kitiara. Another elder I would deal with later as well once I left out of here. Perhaps even his father taught her a few things. I was even more upset that Emon was beginning to let her comments get to him. Clever to use his own emotions against him I would give her that but not verbally. However, I knew this had to end and soon. I refused to see her rule a coven for any longer.