Roanapur Nights

A RosarioVampire and Black Lagoon Crossover

Chapter 30

The scared nearly mindless girl rocked in a corner as Rock looked at her. His eye twitch slightly before he looked back at Hampton. Despite the most likely permanently traumatized teenager Hampton had done as he asked. He'd tracked down Silent Penance. The Cyborg was heading toward the shipyard. It wasn't the pier, but the shipyard itself. That meant that they were boarding a ship that was meant to be cut down and reduced to scrap. As far as plans went it wasn't a bad one. No one would really expect Chang to willingly board a ship that was set to be scrapped and use it to get away.

To anyone that was paying even the slightest bit of attention it would appear that some enterprising pirates had chosen to steal some old ship, and most likely take it off somewhere to convert it to their newest ship. It wasn't a huge loss to the city, it wasn't a loss that the pencil pushers were going to lose sleep over, and it would be largely forgotten in a few days. He looked at Casandra who nodded in agreement. He then looked at Ling Ling who had agreed to attend this little meeting. She pressed a finger to her chin, "Well, this certainly does make things more interesting," she stated as she looked toward him, "I apologize that I could not release the resources to personally track him, but you did well Rock by having an Orc do it. Their ability to find nearly anything is well beyond that of pretty much every other monster."

She then lifted a phone, and he watched as she dialed a few numbers. After a few moments there was a sound on the other end, "Fang Fang?" she asked before hearing an affirmative, "Good, brother dear, We have information on Chang's location. I trust where the source is coming from, and I believe that having a welcoming committee is an acceptable idea. We need stronger monsters, and powerful weapons. Chang is being protected by one that needs to be dealt with."

Ling Ling did not miss the look in Cassandra's eyes. The blond headed vampire hid her emotions well, but not so well that they were unreadable. There was concern for her brother, which warmed her heart to no end. There was also much love there as well. It was only a glance, but that was more than enough for her to get the full range of emotions that Cassandra felt. It was enough for her to understand without issue. She knew that Fang Fang had lost his virtue. Something he'd been adamant about holding onto until he found someone that he truly loved.

Personally, she saw no reason to not celebrate. Having three vampires tied to the Huang Family meant more power, and more power meant that they could do what was needed. There were downsides, and she was not foolish enough to think otherwise. But there was one thing that held it above everything else. Her brother was happy. Fang Fang hadn't acted this happy since he'd been speaking to Yukari. The young witch had become a lifeline to him, but she understood that she would never be more than a friend. A friend that he had wanted something more with once she came of age. A friend that he had envisioned a life with, and a friend that had gently turned him down. Yukari had explained that her heart belonged to Tsukune, and also to Moka. The second part of that statement felt irksome now, but she held in those thoughts. "Thank you Fang Fang," she said before she considered a few things, "Fang Fang, while it is not my place to ask, perhaps Ms. Dimitrescu would like to accompany you to deal with this threat. It is my understanding that the attack on Rokuro Okajima was the same as an attack on any of their family. As such, I believe she may want to help deliver the killing strike."

Cassandra nodded, "I would appreciate being given the leeway to deal with her," she replied, "She dared to spit into the face of my brother, that is the same as spitting in the face of my mother. She deserves nothing less than death. Slow, painful, and unmerciful if I am to be honest, but knowing my brother, as I have come to know him, I shall make it less so."

She looked toward Rock, "That does not mean that she will not suffer," she said frankly, "My brother, understand that she deserves to suffer. She must suffer, for her to not to do so is for our family to show weakness. We cannot afford to show any weakness. I can reduce the amount of suffering, but I can not omit it completely."

He nodded, "Trust me, I understand," he said after a moment, "I really do. She's done enough to ask for her bullet, and you're delivering it. It's nothing more or less."

The phrase was one that Rock had gotten used to. While living in Roanapur everyone here more or less understood that they had a bullet waiting for them. It was something that possibly waited around the corner, it lurked in the shadows, but it was always present. The same was in the situation for Chang's cyborg body guard. She was walking around waiting for her death. Coming to this city meant that it could be closer than ever.

It was a hard reminder, after getting hit with her glowing eye, that his own bullet was waiting for him. He was harder to kill now, but that didn't mean that he was invincible by any means. He was just more difficult to harm. It was simply the truth, and again it was something that he completely understood. He was what he was. Nothing more than that, and nothing less. "Ling Ling, I already know that Revy is going to want to go, and we both know that there isn't a single way that she will be kept out of this. She's got that rifle that we liberated from the bunker, and I'm sure that it has the fire power to punch through," he said before he grew quiet, "I really don't want her to go. I know, that sounds horrible of me. I don't want my wife to go. I don't want the chance of losing her."

Cassandra touched his shoulder, "My sister-in-law shall be fine brother," she said as nodded, "She is your thrall, our power flows in her veins, and I know how skilled she is. The weapon she has that you spoke of will assist her, and I shall act as her shield in this case. Trust me, she will return whole."

Rock understood that if Cassandra was promising then she would keep her word. There would be absolutely no worry about Revy making her way home. In truth, he knew that Cassandra would ensure her protection, her life, far more than perhaps anyone other than himself. That was more than enough for him to agree, "Sounds reasonable," he replied as he considered the options, "Okay, so Revy will have her rifle, and I know that it should be able to punch a hole through Chang's bodyguard. I know that she can seem to sense things that aren't quite there, so there is a problem with that."

Ling Ling grinned at him, "Perhaps, and perhaps not," she stated, "While we are most certainly well within our rights to deal with Chang ourselves, especially considering what the snake has attempted to do to our business, I believe that we can effectively reach out and allow another group to join."

She smiled, "Hotel Moscow has recently added a very powerful witch to their group. Someone that was considered to be folklore before, and from my understanding someone with more than enough power to do some massive damage. I'm not a hundred percent sure on all of it, but perhaps there is a chance that they can have her assist us. A powerful magic caster being called into play would help. I myself am powerful, and I most certainly will be assisting, but my magic is necromancy more than anything. This city is teeming with death, and that means that I can use it to our advantage, but the downside is there is only so much that you can do with the dead."

Rock took a moment to consider what she was saying, "What about protective magic? Something similar to the wards that have been placed throughout the building?"

She smiled at him, "The protective wards are a wonderful idea, but I'm afraid that you will find that they are designed for something to remain stationary. I can cast protective magic, effectively creating a barrier around each of you, but the moment that one of them fails they all fail," she admitted as she looked at him, "I'm gifted at magic, I truly am. When I was alive there was a very real chance that I could potentially become someone that would be well versed in magic, and be someone that would be able to use practically every school of magic."

She shook her head, "After death, and after being brought back by my grandfather I am afraid that is no longer the situation. I can still use other schools of magic, and I can use them well, but they are not as powerful as my necromancy. That is part of the price that is paid for my resurrection. I can never fully be a full strength. I can be powerful, and I can absolutely be someone that will do all that they can do in order to defend those under my employ, but I will never have the full power I was meant to have."

Rock nodded, "So, we need to reach out to Balalaika," he replied, "We can request that her witch assist us, or at least see if her witch has done something for them that would allow them to assist us. It will mean working closer with Hotel Moscow though," he said as he looked at her, "Look, personally I respect Balalaika. She is a woman of her word, and she understands the power dynamic better than anyone else in Roanapur. But that doesn't mean that she is a softie. She will consider this a favor rendered, and we will need to be prepared to repay back what she considers an equal favor."

"She sounds like the faye," Cassandra said, "My brother, your friend sounds like one of the faye, and to them if they owe a favor then they will do their utmost to ensure that the favor is repaid. However, if a mortal owes them a favor they will demand someone of equal value in return. It is something that their entire culture is built upon. I do wonder if perhaps your friend is one of them, or at least has faye blood in her heritage. It would certainly explain a few things if that was the case."

The idea that Balalaika was somehow part monster didn't really bother Rock as much as he would have originally thought. In many ways she was more vicious than several of the monsters he dealt with on a daily basis. Having her as Roxy's godmother had been a smart idea because he knew that she would take the task seriously. It was a matter of honor for her, and she had already proven how far she was willing to go in order to protect what she considered her word.

In a strange way, it seemed that she was more suited to the world of monsters. That she held herself to the same standard that the faye of legend held themselves to. Maybe there was someone farther back in her lineage that was indeed a member of the faye, but that didn't really matter. He thought for a moment, "I might not agree with it, completely, but I see the wisdom in it. We need to get this together soon though. The sooner the better."

As they discussed bringing in Balalaika into the situation Borris was currently looking at a small group of Orcs that had come from the sewer. Baba Yaga had consulted the runes she carried and informed him where they would be. He watched as they came out, and specifically he was hunting for a specific one. All of them were vile, but he wanted to get the one that his captain had pointed out. The one that had originally raped their newest potential member.

He looked through his scope, watching until he saw one with a wounded arm and bandages that had been wrapped around his ribs. The face was the exact same. He watched as their bodies began to change, and he took notice of the way this one looked. He became Causcian, roughly six and a half feet tall, and his build was that of a dock worker. He had no doubt that he was far stronger than he appeared. He couldn't kill him, not here, but he needed to ensure he didn't run.

What he had learned about the Orcs was that they would stay together in a herd, until something made them split up. A well placed shot, just out of range of their noses, would be the appropriate thing. It would cause them to split up, looking to get back together at a different point. He aimed, making sure to nick the ear of the one he was going after. It needed to appear to be a near miss, something that would gain attention, cause them to split up, and then he would ensure that he grazed its leg. Enough to slow it down, but not kill it.

He took a moment to fully bring him into focus, and then he fired. The sound was still there, but it was dampened. The muzzle on the end of the M190344 Springfield flared for a moment after the fire. The only thing that showed that anything else had happened. For a moment there was blissfully nothing, and the he watched as the tip of the Orc turned Human's ear disappeared. It was quick, quicker than some could even blink, and the reaction was exactly what he had hoped for. The group split up, with the more wounded one running toward what he most likely assumed was safety.

Normally, such an action would be indeed safer. Running toward a building, geting out of the line of fire, it was intelligent. However, knowing where they would be, how many there would be, and how they would likely act had prompted Boris into ensuring that there was multiple individuals inside of each building. It was his intention to ensure that they didn't get far. He watched as their prey entered the building, and he nodded, "Da," he said into the radio, "Building C, basement level, release traps."

He moved down the fire escape of the building he was on, making sure to step where it was still structurally sound, and made his way to the ground itself. There was no doubt in his mind of his men's abilities. They could, and would, hold the monster itself. There was absolutely no doubt in his mind about that. He was completely certain in their abilities. He was just as certain about the fact that once the Orc was captured then Baba Yaga would go ahead and create the brew she spoke of. He moved, covering the mile in the same amount of time he covered a mile when he was still an active soldier.

The training never stopped, he never stopped, and he moved with a purpose that was all present. Stepping into the building he was greeted with the sounds of fighting. Their prey wasn't completely down yet. He looked to see the Orc backed into a corner, its eyes wide darting, and in its good hand was a broken piece of wood. A moment later he realized that it was a cricket bat. The British game was somewhat popular among some of the pickpockets in the area. He saw the fallen member of their crew, a former brother in arms, and how he was laying with his head caved in.

Even with that attack the men did not back down. The Orc was frightened, he was frightened because the humans weren't doing what they normally did. They weren't running, they weren't trying to get away, but instead they were dealing with him. Boris took in everything with a glance, lifted his rifle, and put a bullet through the Orc's knee. He screamed, falling to the ground, and Boris stepped closer, "Please, give me a reason to end your existence, Da?" he asked as he stood just outside of the Orc's reach, "Give me good reason to end you."

The Orc whimpered, "Please," he said, his voice raspy, "I'll leave, I won't fuck anymore of your women. That's the problem right? Those people, those two girls and their mother, they were your people right?" he asked his voice hopeful, "We didn't know that there were humans that would attack like this, like monsters, we'll leave them alone. You have my word, I'll tell my brothers, we don't mess with anymore of the pale skinned ones."

Boris stood there, "Yes, you did do something to one of ours, but not them," he said as he stood there, "That does not matter. We will collect you, and you will come quietly. If you do not then I have reason. If I have reason you will be ended. It will not be quick. I will slowly take you apart, allowing you to feel every moment. We have pilers, a blowtorch, and all of the time in the world. You will suffer. Do we have an understanding?"

The Orc nodded, his shoulders slumped, and Boris kept his rifle trained on him, "Attack any of the men coming to shackle and hood you, and we begin,"

He then motioned his head toward the Orc. In moments his men moved forward, and Boris watched as a monster was taken in by them. The proud creature was under their mercy, and that would extend to the killing room only. He watched as he was shackled, moved, and led toward the box truck waiting. Once he was loaded the next step would be easy. He watched as the door lowered, and then he climbed into the passenger seat, "Go to Hotel Moscow."