A/N: Here is the second chapter of Igyou no Sadame! Hope you like this one! Kudos to shadowqueen15 for helping me with Clare's last name!

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March 2,

Missions have become increasingly easier as of late. I cannot tell why, nor can I ask, but for some reason it's like they're going into hiding or something akin to that. Either way, I don't exactly care to find out.

Signed,

Clare Evering, ranked no 47

April 30,

"We're so glad that you could help us," The village chief stated, eyes so far spaced he resembled a salmon. His hand was outstretched slightly as Clare stood in front of him, a crowd at the door. "If we had waited any sooner, then more people would have died and I would have failed them as the village chief."

He hefted a burlap sack onto the desk in front of him, presenting it to the redhead. "Here is the fee we agreed on. Please accept-"

Clare cut him off in an instant. "I don't want it."

The chief blinked in surprise. "H-huh?"

They barely had the time to register that Clare had drawn her sword and had sliced off the top of his head until blood flew in a crimson geyser.

"S-she killed the chief!"

"Murderer!"

It was just like most humans feared; Claymores would someday turn their backs on them and begin to kill them.

However one of the villagers noticed something wrong with the whole picture.

"No, wait!"

He was right to call that out, since the chief's hands had turned into claws. The Nosferatu chuckled hoarsely.

"Heh heh heh...If only you'd come a little closer. I'd have sliced through your flesh with these claws." He boasted.

The villagers shrieked, aghast. Even they were shocked, but more so surprised, since their very own chief was the vampire that had been feeding on them.

"You used our strength to attack us. I'd thought that I hid my aura...I guess there's no fooling a Claymore." At this point, blood was dripping from the incision and trailed down his head. The wound was a lethal one; His last breaths would be nothing but what they were- curses and boasts.

"Damn you! D-" And like that, he collapsed onto the table, dead. Clare shook her blade free of blood and sheathed it, alarming the crowd behind her.

"The job is done. Someone will be sent to collect the money. Give it to him then." Clare said, turning her head towards the frightened villagers.

"Oh..."

"Uh..."

Soon enough, Clare had sought out the nearest river to bathe in. Her armaments and raiment had been discarded, leaving her to bathe in the cool waters.

The waterfall provided a calming sound that allowed her to wrap her atmosphere around her like a shell as she bathed mechanically, without any relish.

Still, that shell had been cracked into when a voice behind her echoed, causing her to become tense.

"Washing off the blood of your latest kill? Clare." He wore all black, and his bifocals were tinted in the same hue.

"It's no use. Your own body produces that scent." He added, hands folded in front of his pale face.

"Rubel. It's you." Clare replied. "Did you receive the money?"

The sound of coins jingling in a small sack was her Handler's reply, the black clad man holding it up for her to see.

"New orders. There's another job in Strah, west of here." Rubel announced. Clare walked onto the bank of the river, not bothering to conceal her nudity nor did he look away. Privacy was reserved for human beings, after all.

"And?" Clare asked, grabbing the bottoms to her raiment. She pulled the garment on, the fabric clinging to her.

"The killings started only a month ago, but twenty seven are already dead." Rubel replied, causing Clare to pause.

"That's a lot. Twenty seven in one month is too many. Either it's very thirsty or there's more than one of them." She bent down to pick up her brigandine and slipped it on, buckling on her ascot and tucking in the black fabric.

"The others will take five days to get here. You can wait until then." Rubel replied.

"How many will die in the meantime?" Clare asked of her Handler.

"About one or two, I suppose." Rubel answered. Clare put on the rest of her armor and sheathed her sword, beginning to walk off.

"Going already? Clare." Rubel asked of the dhampir.

"I don't necessarily like waiting. I prefer to do the jobs as quickly as possible." She replied, turning her head ever so slightly. Her red hair shifted over her pauldron slightly before she looked forwards and began westwards.

Strah was shuttered and seemingly deserted, Clare observed. The sand and arid air added on to the effect when a man seemingly appeared from nowhere and looked her in the eye calmly as Clare's eyes had once again taken on that hellish, glowing green.

"So you're the vampire." Clare guessed.

"Yes. You've got that right." He replied, not changing his demeanor in the slightest.

"You're out in the open. People will easily guess what you truly are." Clare stated. Just as she said that, three more men emerged from the shadows, joining the first. Clare reached for the polished hilt of her sword, preparing to attack.

"That's pretty brave of you," The ringleader cockily smirked. "Taking on all five of us at once."

Clare's face contained surprise. "Five?"

Immediately, instinct made her jump out of harm's way as the fifth shot downwards, landing on her side without losing her grip on her sword.

He hissed, wings open.

"Wings? This one can fly?" Clare pondered, two of the enemy leaping straight at her as her blade rang out of its sheath, using the blade to defend herself. One of them extended his fingers to pierce through her head for a killing blow, the Devil-eyed Slayer lifting her vambrace to block it as the metal deflected the oncoming strike. The man gasped in surprise before Clare swung her arm in an arch that defied flesh and bone as she split his arm in two.

"ARRGH!"

"Why, you-!" The second one growled, swiping to remove Clare's head from her shoulders.

He saw the blade standing upwards as he looked at his arm, or rather, the stump he'd attained.

He hardly had time to realize that he'd been cleanly split in two at the chest.

"NO!" The other two beside the ringleader and the winged one crowed as Clare practically ghosted behind them.

"YOU-" One of them said, knocking Clare's sword out of her hand easily. The dhampir leaned backwards, seemingly about to fall over.

"SHE DROPPED HER SWORD! NOW!" The one who's arm had been sliced in two commanded.

Clare's lithe fingers grasped the polished hilt, catching the advancing two by surprise. She swung the blade gracefully, splitting them in half at the waist. The last surviving two gasped in surprise at having been defeated so quickly.

"I see now." Clare said, tightening her grip on the red hilt and turning her head to face the pair, face speckled with blood. Her bright green eyes added on to the intimidating effect. "I thought it was strange that five Nosferatu needed to hunt in a pack. But then the weak ones need others like them to lick their wounds."

"That wench dropped her sword as a lure..." The ringleader shakily muttered. His winged counterpart had decided on fleeing with a powerful flap of his wings.

"AH! Come back!" He cried.

Instead, his back erupted in red, causing him to cough up that very color.

"So that was a Claymore...was it?" Were the last words he uttered before he collapsed onto the ground and died.

Clare looked upwards at the only survivor of the onslaught. Her visage did not change until it was dilated with veins and her fangs becoming more apparent. Her dominant arm was roped with them once more and she pulled it behind her before she shifted her weight forwards and shot the long sword forwards like a silver arrow, and with likewise accuracy, impaled him through the heart. His wings folded behind him, resembling a black curtain as he drew his last breaths and collapsed to the hard, unforgiving ground.

Clare, appearance restored, gazed upon her final target and removed her longsword, shaking off the blood before sheathing it once more.

"My work is finished. Someone will be sent to collect the money. Give it to him then." Clare announced.

Among the sandy, arid plains again, Clare stalked off when she saw Rubel standing in the path to Strah.

"Ah. So you survived." Rubel commented.

"Go and collect e money for five Nosferatu." Clare reported.

"So you fought five of them? Impressive." He replied. Clare was only past him slightly when he spoke again. "How noble of you, fighting for the lives of such ungrateful villagers and fight alone against a pack of Nosferatu. Is it that when you remember your old self, you feel drawn to help?"

Clare glanced back at her Handler impassively.

"Like I said, I prefer to do the jobs quickly. Nothing more, nothing less." She said, walking away from him.

A/N: Surprisingly this only took me two days to finish. Meh. Doesn't help that I have my cousin's birthday to plan out. Oh, and one more thing: I will update if I get some reviews! Even if I get them slowly.

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