Utsuki should have been afraid. Anyone in this situation should be. She could even see the fear in Tekeshi's posture and demeanor. Instead she felt something else she couldn't explain. Anticipation. The desire for conflict of some manner. She couldn't explain it. She wasn't fond of conflict, so why was she wanting it.

She looked at Tekeshi's hand again. More accurately the item he held in it. She wasn't big into anime, movies, or tv shows, but somethings a person would recognize no matter what. Such as a revolver. She had been shocked when he pulled it from a hidden spot in his tool kit, but despite that she smiled at it. She couldn't understand it. Though she also couldn't help but love the sight of him. The way he held the gun loosely in one hand, and used his sword to support his upper body.

"Tekeshi, I'm kind of wondering, why do you have a gun? Aren't they illegal in Japan," she asked him.

He looked over languidly, "Aunt Yukari's husband is a member of the Wong family out of China. It just so happens that they are the largest yokai crime family in the world. Uncle Fong-Fong himself is not directly involved in their dealings currently, but it still paints a large target on the backs of everyone in my family because they are involved with him. Yeah as a vampire my hands are just as lethal as a bullet, but the bullet is a lot easier to explain to humans. Right after Dad gave me the bike for my birthday Uncle Fong-Fong made me carry this on it."

"It sounds like he really cares for you. All of your family does. Were you really in that much danger though?"

"Who knows. It is well known in the underworld that my entire family was involved in somekind of yokai civil war. I don't know the real specifics of it, but it almost brought about coexistence between humans and yokai. Mom and Dad almost single-handedly ended the thing, though my Aunts and Uncle were in the thick of it themselves. It was a big deal, so anyone that knows Dad and Uncle Fong-Fong are connected are unlikely to have tried anything."

Silence fell between them again. She wasn't used to seeing him afraid of anything. Then again he was just a year older than she was, and if she had senses as sharp as his, it may have scared her as well. There was that nagging feeling again at the thought. Why was the idea of slaughter starting to excite her. It was confusing her on such a deep level that she couldn't understand. What was more is that occasionally her thoughts came back to when Tekeshi had killed the orc during his hunger rampage. Instead of the feelings of fear and dread, it dredged up feelings of joy and excitement.

Deeseedra spoke from Utsuki's aura, "Do you feel them Delicious Bloodsucker?"

"Yeah, there are about fifty it feels like. All are B rank. Even without my limiter I don't think I would have the endurance to handle that many. It doesn't seem like they intend to make the first move. Which makes me more afraid than I already am."

"Lovely Mistress, would you mind if I borrowed Delicious Bloodsucker's jacket for a moment," she asked, forming into it after Utsuki shrugged it off, "Are you scared of the fight, or of killing. I've heard about you murdering the orc not too long ago. I know that I am something outside of what you and Lovely Mistress are, and I don't have the same qualms about death that you do, since I can't die as long as Lovely Mistress lives. I do know, though, that you don't always have a choice in the matter. This is one of those times. Eventually Annoying Older Bloodsucker and Glamorous Bloodsucker will arrive, or those out there begin their attack. I have no choice but to defend Lovely Mistress, and I know that with that many I cannot ensure that some of them wouldn't slip past me and hurt Lovely Mistress."

Tekeshi pulled himself up to his full height, "You heard about it, but you weren't locked in your skull watching as you crushed another living being's ribcage. Felt the life drain from their body for the instant that you were in contact with them. Not able to do anything about it, no matter how much you wanted to tear your hand off so that it would stop. If I wanted to kill him, if I threw the punch myself I wouldn't feel like this. How could I not be afraid, when I don't know if I am going to lose control. What if I can't regain myself from that state if I fall into it."

"Tekeshi-san. If you fall into a rage like that again, then I will call you back like I did before. I won't let you lose control like that again, not as long as I can call out to you," Utsuki said, though silently thinking of how enjoyable such a sight as him viciously tearing into his enemies would be.

Tekeshi let his head fall. She knew she shouldn't be feeling what she was, it wasn't her. She had never liked seeing him fight, and was glad he tried to avoid doing so for her sake. She shouldn't want to see him walking out the door to the motel room with his sword bared on his shoulder, but she did more than anything. To hear the screams of the dying, to smell the blood flowing freely, and to revel in the chaos that combat brought.

"Ok, Deessedra, looks like there isn't any other way out of this. I would rather wait for my parents to get here, but I doubt that they will wait that long. A kilometer is a pretty good ways with traffic to deal with. 'Suki, take this," he flicked the gun around in his hand so the butt of it was facing her, "If anything gets close to you, point it at their chest and pull. It may not outright kill them, but it will stop them."

Minoutars, harpies, low ranked orcs (why were there so many damn types of orcs), lizardmen, and a troll. It was quantity rather than quality that was concerning him. Utsuki's words had steeled him to take their lives, but he wasn't immortal as far as he knew, and despite his exceptional healing, he wasn't completely invulnerable. Not too mention it was a little distracting that Deesseedra was standing buck naked next to him looking almost animalistic in what she told them was her battle-form. He thought she just tried to say something to make it sound cooler.

"Hey boss, isn't it supposed to be some punk vampire we are after? What's with the demon," one of them called.

"It matters not. Numbers can defeat even a strong vampire. Aono Tekeshi, I must say that you are much different in your appearance than your father. However I have a feeling you most likely lack killing intent much as he did," the ranks parted to reveal one more individual whose youki was so low they never registered to him.

A voice sounded in Tekeshi's ear, "Don't react. Don't engage him. His name is Kuyo, he is a Yoko. The last I knew he had six tails. This isn't a fight that you would any chance at winning. Stall as best as you can for your father to reach here."

Of course Tekeshi didn't listen, "You tried to kill my family during the war against Fairy Tale. I never heard the full story, but your name always stuck out. The only name my father has ever said with unveiled malice in his voice. If you are too cowardly to show your power, then fight me sword to sword. I know your purpose. Kill me and send him into despair. Then face me, kill me with a simple blade and prove he should fear and hate you."

"Hehehehehe, ah, a young man that I can agree with. I would have thought your goody two shoes father would have forbade you from fighting. If you truly wish to die by my sword, let us make it memorable. I will even let you use your pitiful full strength against me."

Tekeshi intercepted the strike that followed the words easily. He hadn't trained with an odachi as child, however the body size to sword length ratio had nearly been the same for the katana his mother instructed him with. Of course her lessons were less combat, and more ceremonial forms meant to instill discipline. That didn't mean they were useless.

Greatswords universally relied on counterweighting. That meant being able to move quickly, precisely, and violently with a swing while using your body weight to control the momentum. While longsword types required similar, they didn't require them in such great amount. Luckily Tekeshi had plenty of mass compared to the men that the odachi was created for. At that time the average samurai was probably only five foot five and would have weighed in the one hundred and fifty pound range, he was six foot even and one hundred and ninety pounds. He would have been considered a giant in those days.

Just a couple of minutes passed as they traded blows. Tekeshi stayed on the defensive, while Kuyo became more and more frustrated. Kuyo may have had the experience advantage given his age, but it was apparent that he had never truly been trained to fight with the blade. To someone who was untrained it would have looked like the Yoko was a superb swordsman, however he wasted too much energy in his moves, he didn't watch for openings, and he didn't control his malice.

"You aren't very good at this are you. I haven't even touched a sword for half of my life, and I am keeping up with you easily. I'm ending this," and with that he made his first and only attack.

His mother had told him many times that a katana without tsuba was merely for decoration or status, not combat. A big disadvantage that nihonto style swords carried versus their straight European counterparts was caused by their curve. If struck at the right angle they would guide the opponents blade towards the hands of the holder, which the tsuba was meant to intercept. So as the heavier meter long blade traveled down the smaller sword's blade, there was nothing to stop it from traveling through the forearms of the yoko and severing them.

Shock formed on the older yokai's face, "You, how, HOW?"

"My mother, well, she was just a really good teacher. And you, are arrogant, unskilled, and too emotional. Now die with dig...," he didn't expect the ball of fire that hit him.

It was disorienting, but thankfully tanned leather didn't burn easily. When he recovered Kuyo had disappeared, but his forces were still there. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Deesseedra ready her self to strike, and pulled himself to his feet, sword at the ready.

She could barely breathe she had been so excited watching the duel. She could see that the foxish looking man that Tekeshi had fought could have easily overpowered him had he been willing, but he wasn't as smart as the teenager by a long shot. It probably wouldn't be the last time they met him, and he most likely would have learned better from the encounter.

Now the real fun could start. Fifty B class against a low S class vampire, and a true demon that really wasn't in a class. It would be glorious, they would be taken like wheat before the scythe. It was almost orgasmic to think about. The blood, severed limbs and heads, entrails spilling from opened bellies, and cries to gods for salvation and deliverance.

"Why do these thoughts make me so excited? I should be terrified, even with them down there protecting me. But I want to watch them kill, even more I would love to be down there with them. Opening throats, spilling blood, feeling the life drain from them," Utsuki slapped herself, "What is wrong with me? I have never felt like this. I want to hate it, but I can't. It feels so right to want this, what is happening to me?"

She caught the first flash of a blade and her attention was fixed. Deesseedra was bestial in her fighting, claws ripping flesh and leaving splashes of blood on her bare skin. Tekeshi's strikes were fast and precise, the long blade of his weapon leaving actual trails of blood in the air as he cleaved through multiple foes in a single swing. Several got behind him to simply fall into pieces without being touched. It was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. And it ended too quickly.

She exited the room when the last enemy lay still on the ground, "Tekeshi, Deesseedra, you did it," the delight in her voice couldn't be hidden.

"You ok 'Suki, none of them got near you," an exhausted Tekeshi asked as she reached him.

"None."

"Lovely Mistress, you aren't afraid. You are excited. I should have probably seen this coming. They always say that the cute and quiet ones are the most vicious," Deesseedra said, a smug smile splitting her face.

"What do you mean demon," the vampire asked, rather threateningly.

"Why Delicious Bloodsucker, it is the best thing that could have happened for me. She is a Witch of War. That is why she was so easily able to bind me in a slave contract. She feels pleasure almost to the point of sexual satisfaction from conflict. There has not been one for almost four thousand years. Many of my closest friends were forced into contracts by them. I cannot wait to see how she develops. My Lovely Mistress, I will without hesitation pledge my loyalty to you, until the day we pass into nothingness."

"Oh, that's what is happening to me. It doesn't seem so bad when I know it is due to you. Tekeshi-san, let's go back in. I'm starting to feel uncomfortable in a good way, and I am not sure that I could control myself much longer if we stay out here."

A/N: I don't how it got to here. I don't know this will proceed. However, looking back, I don't think it was all the demoness.