Roanapur Nights

A RosarioVampire and Black Lagoon Crossover

Chapter 31

Diana Rogers walked toward the cleaning room. She had been told that her test was here, and she was to come and face it. She moved, her hand held something that she'd seen in some of the columbian crime scenes before when he was in the academy. The machete was solid, it was razor sharp, and her eyes were focused on what needed to be done. She didn't flinch at all as she walked. Her eyes moved toward the door, to the entrance to the cleaning room, and she opened it.

Dubbie told her that she loved her, that she wanted to be with her, but that she couldn't watch this. She told her that it was too much like watching the woman she had fallen in love with dying. Diana hadn't laughed out loud at that, but it was still something humorous to it. The woman she fell in love with was broken. She was broken to a degree that her entire world view had changed. She was now a lesbian out of fear more than anything else. Those things had ruined any chance she had of being with a man.

She still found men attractive. Fuck, she wanted to be railed by a handsome man in the worst of ways, and she couldn't. She couldn't wrap her head around the idea of being close to a man again. She was scared of a man she was close to being one of those things. She was scared of being with a monster and being hurt to the point of being completely broken again. It was safer to be a lesbian. It was safer being with Dubbie. At least her Dubbie could form a dick, if she wanted, and she could give her the dicking she needed. She always asked if she was sure, was she okay, was it too much, and she loved and doted on her with the care of an actual lover.

She did care for Dubbie, and she loved her, but she knew that what she wanted, what she needed, was something that she would never have again. Those things took it from her. She pushed the door open, and the creature that had been the first was hanging upside down. Balalaika had kept her word. She'd gotten the exact one that started it. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at it. She moved forward, and she watched as the Orc's eyes widened.

"You motherfucker," she hissed, her voice full of rage and venom, "I hope that there's an afterlife, and I hope that the fuckin' demons bend your piggy ass over and rape the living shit out of you forfuckingever. Do you know what you did to me?! She screamed, her voice reaching a new octave, "I'm going to not make this quick. You didn't make it quick, so why should I be merciful, huh?!"

With that she slammed the razor sharp machete into its skin. She felt the resistance for a moment, and then the machete cut through it. She pulled it back, causing blood to ooze out, "YOU FUCKER!" she screamed before hitting it again, and again, and again. Each strike was harder than the last, each moment of pain she prayed lasted for what she knew was going to be the rest of his very short life, "I FUCKING HATE YOU!"

The Orc had been squealing, but now it was barely breathing, large gashes littered its gut, arms, and before anyone could say a word she pulled back, and slammed the machete hard into its groin. It let out a deafening squeal, perhaps the last one, and she pulled the machete loose after a moment. She looked at its throat, knowing the last thing to be done, and she didn't slice its throat. No, she treated the machete like a baseball bat and slammed it into its throat. The Orc gurgled for a moment before going still, "Da," Balalaika said as she walked into the room, "You've done well, and now you are truly one of us. Let this start your healing, and let us ensure that you are completely prepared."

She nodded, "If there's more, I'll deal with them," she said, "I don't want anyone else to go through that, especially none of our people."

Balalaika nodded, "True, and if they attempt to do so then they will suffer the same fate. Still, it was recorded, it will be distributed, and those that watch will know what happens to those that dare to cross us. They will think long and hard about their decisions, you've done well comrade."

Diana nodded, her breathing still hard, and Balalaika could see it in her eyes. She was a hair's breath away from completely breaking down. What she had done was cathartic, that was absolutely no lie, but now it appeared that all of her emotions were rushing out. Everything that she had felt, everything that was going on, all of it, had come rushing to the surface, and it was threatening to break through. She had been a police officer, and she had faced things before, but it was likely that this was the first time she had stepped so far out of her normal range.

It wasn't any of them that walked toward her, but instead it was Baba Yaga. The witch moved toward her, opening her arms, and allowing the former officer of the law to hug her close. She held her, for several seconds, allowing her to weep into her bosom. She held her like a child, "What was done, was done," she said, her voice soft and firm, "You've avenged what happened, yes, avenged, and now it is done. No more hurt, no more. Time to heal."

She looked toward them and nodded, "She be alright, yes, alright, facing things in past, demons that festered, they are gone now, she will be stronger for it."

Balalaika nodded, "Good, she has a place among us. She has avenged herself, and she has given us what we need for your potion," she stated, "Boris, please escort her back to her room. I believe that her friend should be of use in helping to keep her calm."

Diana walked with Boris, her shoulders shook from the fear, the humiliation, the shame, and every ounce of hurt that had come back at once. It was everything, at once, and it was horrible. She hated herself so badly for how she felt at that moment. She hated that she felt like she was back in that same darkened building, that same fucking warehouse, and that thing had once again cornered her. She needed to latch onto something.

She hated to think about it, but more than anything she needed to prove to herself that she could be with a man and it not kill her. She missed feeling them, she missed the way she felt when she was with a man, but at the same time walking beside Boris she felt afraid. She was afraid that he was going to push her against the wall, rip her pants down, and fuck her raw like those things had done.

The fear never left her. It never went away, and it was a constant reminder of exactly how broken she truly was. As she hoped and prayed for something to help her, to change her, to make her feel less afraid Baba Yaga began to catch the blood of the Orc. The potion she was going to make wasn't one that was overly complicated. It had been something that she learned early one, and one that she was thankful she never told Joseph about.

The things he'd had her do instead were bad enough, but at least here, in this moment, she was using her craft to help instead of hurt. She was thankful for that small mercy. The Orc that had been killed was one that had hurt. She understood what it had done, and she understood what had happened. There was no doubt in her mind about what the girl had suffered through. Orcs were notorious when it came to them giving into the temptations of their flesh.

They gave in, surrendered, and completely allowed themselves to follow where their desires led. They were creatures completely ruled by their impulses, and they were dangerous. In groups they could be more than a match for most monsters. By themselves they were manageable, but it was seldom that they were by themselves. She understood that Boris had somehow managed to get this one to go off on its own.

That made her realize how resourceful Boris was. It also made her completely understand her desires. She had given herself fully to him, and in return he'd done the same for her. They belonged to one another. They were part of one another, and that would not change for them. From this point onward she knew that their decisions would run parallel together. It was more than acceptable. It was practically desired. She breathed out, taking a final look at the bucket that had collected the blood. There was quite a bit, more than enough, and she then opened its mouth.

The tusks weren't required for the potion. What she was making was powerful enough, but she wanted to make sure that Boris was completely protected. It would not do anything against monsters stronger than this Orc, but anything the same strength or weaker he would be completely protected from them. It meant threading the tusks, making a charm from them, and then enchanting each of them.

She would need to carve runes into each tusk, each one acting as an activator for the other. The layered enchantments were something she had been skilled at, but that was long ago. She would need to speak to her sisters, ask that one of them help to guide her hands while she enchanted the charm itself. Once it was done she would give it to Boris, and she would explain what it would do. It would act as added protection against more than the mortal weapons. It would act as a defense against some monsters.

She pulled the tusks, allowing them slowly rip from the gums, and she felt the eyes upon her. She knew that there were others that could use the protection, but she would use this for Boris. However, she would not hide the fact of what she was making, "Questions, you have questions, about the tusks, yes?"

Balalaika nodded as she neared her, "I do," she replied as she stood there, "What are they for? Are they part of the potion that you're going to make?"

She shook her head, "They make a charm, powerful, protect the one wearing it from lesser monsters. Protect, yes, protect, not allow harm, keep even those same strength as Orc from hurting. Make wearer completely untouchable. Stronger monsters still dangerous, but protected from lesser."

She studied it, "This is for the Sergeant. I approve," she replied, "If we bring more tusks from other monsters, those that are willingly attempting to do things that they should not in our city, could you create more charms for us?"

She nodded, "The charms are only good if monster killed is not good. The protect from darker monsters. Orcs perfect, they do not think, only act, very stupid, very dangerous, good for charms."

Balalaika nodded, "So, the monster needs to be dangerous, and one that doesn't have the ability to truly adapt. I believe that we can make that work."

She looked toward those still standing there, "Keep a lookout for the other Orcs, observe them, and if they attack then they are to be dealt with. Bring them back to be used for the potion, and for charms. We will ensure that we stand between those that would see our world crumble."

As Balalaika spoke, Silent Penance was slowly trying to understand what she had seen, and what she had witnessed. Those things had to be the crossbreeding experiments she'd heard of when she was still in the C.I.A. It was the only thing that made sense. Because any other answer was digging into what could only be described as insane. The idea that there were creatures that naturally like that went against everything that she knew.

It was the same as saying that creatures described in fantasy, or table top RPGs were real. She couldn't believe that. Sure, she could agree that the science fiction elements of some fiction were real. After all, she was a cyborg. Her entire being was nothing but fantasy a few decades ago. Now she was something that existed that all of science would have agreed couldn't exist before. It wasn't something that made her want to step into the realm of fiction and say that those things were something they couldn't be.

She could hear Chang, sense his presence, but she was widening her search as well. She wanted to make sure that those other things weren't nearby. One of them had managed to shrug off a nine millimeter round without much trouble. That was insanity, and she knew it. She could feel the questions that likely were welling up inside of Chang as well. Questions about what they'd seen, was there more of them, and did she know anything about them. If they were what she believed they were, and there was no reason to believe otherwise, then yes, she knew about them.

They were creatures that were created with a singular purpose. Their entire being was meant to be soldiers that could go where most humans couldn't. They were designed to be stronger, have better senses, and be able to shrug off some of the attacks that would have more damaging to normal soldiers. Their entire purpose was to replace what was the normal American Soldier. The virus that was being used to create them was still in its infancy, and she didn't think that it had been cleared to be used even in an experimental stage as of yet.

Everything about them was supposed to be conjecture. It didn't matter. She was going to be out of this shithole of a city in a matter of days. After that it would be nothing to get away from here. Sure, she would work in Roanapur if the need arose, but each time she came here there was more of her sanity that was slowly stripped away. She saw things that she never would have imagined when she was still in the C.I.A. She witnessed things that stretched from the very pits of hell itself.

Things that were dark and foreboding, and the kind of things that made people question if there was a God. Of course she had long given up on the idea that there was anything after this life. Because if there was a God, and she wasn't saying there was one, then he was a horrible excuse for one. He allowed some of the most fucked up shit to happen, things that people did to one another was beyond any excuse. It was almost as if the surface of the Earth itself was actually what the pits of hell were supposed to be like.

Then again, perhaps that was the case. Maybe they were really already in hell. Not that mattered to her. The minutes had ticked by, and she saw where they were exiting. It wasn't climbing up to street level, but instead they were exiting out of a drainage pipe that opened up just below the pier near where the older ships were being dismantled. The Scilians had already claimed a ship, ensured that it was sea worthy, and they were leaving once Chang was aboard.

From there she was going to leave. She would be sticking to the allies, the back roads, and she would make her cross as easily as walking. Once she was out of Roanapur she would be on her way to Greenland. Her current place of residence allowed her some leeway when it came to the kinds of things she did. As long as she didn't commit anything on the island itself then things were fine. She just had to get out, keep moving, and hope that there wasn't anything else that she needed.

The grate that covered the entrance was something that would have taken a couple of men to lift normally. She reached forward, grabbing the tarnished steel, and she pushed it effortlessly forward. The hinges of the grate groaned under the onslaught. Slowly it opened, and she looked out at the collection of old piers that led toward the now desolate ships. She held the grate as Chang exited the tunnel, "We're going to the last pier, and then out to the final ship. It's the one that your new employers acquired for you."

"Aye, it was a fine plan, but ya gone and fucked up," said a scottish voice, "Gotta figure, the idea of escaping by boat was novel. I'd figured a jet for sure, but then paranoia causes people to do strange things."

Chang turned, and he saw her for the first time. He knew who it was, but it was the first time seeing her. She was about five and a half feet tall. Her build was more athletic than anything, and she carried herself like a confident and assured person. She was absolutely an assassin, and specifically she was the hired arm of his former employers, "Now, we got ourselves a problem, ya carrying cargo that is owned by my employers. They're gonna be fit ta be tied if he ups and disappears. I'll let ya take the body, but I gotta have the head."

"Mr. Chang, I suggest you stay behind me," she said, her voice ready, "And as for you, I don't know you, but that doesn't matter. You're in a place where everyone is waiting to die, and I'd say that you've finally found your bullet."