Roanapur Nights

A Rosario+Vampire and Black Lagoon Crossover

Chapter 3

Bao had one policy when it came to running his business. Everyone was equal, and everyone paid. He might have agreed that it was technically two policies, but it had long ago rolled into one. So the moment that Revy entered with another woman, someone who very vaguely seemed to resemble Eda. Well, both of them had blond hair, both were fair skinned, but this woman had the strangest eyes he'd ever seen.

Still, he didn't ask questions. If she could pay for her drinks, pay for whatever food he had to offer, and didn't destroy his bar then he was fine with it. Looking at Revy he worried about the bar. There had been far too many fights that occurred there because of her. All of those fights had ended the same way too. His bar had been practically destroyed, all of his liquor had ended up being smashed, and he'd had to build it from the ground up again.

He took the ordered drinks over to the two of them. For Revy it was a shot of Bacardi with a Domestic chaser. The woman however had ordered something new. It had been two fingers of fireball, a finger of cream soda, and just a hint of whipped cream. He'd heard of the drink once, but it was his first time making one. He slid it to her, and watched as she drank it down. The woman smiled, and then she ordered another drink he'd heard of but never made. He set upon making a slow comfortable screw against the wall. The combined drink was made of a Harvey Wallbanger, a Screwdriver, and Southern Comfort. Once it was made he gave it to her, and he watched as she sipped it slowly.

From the way she acted it was almost as if she was a cat waiting for a mouse to pop out of its hole long enough to get caught. He quickly decided that he didn't want to be the mouse, and just minded his own business. Moments later there was the sound of the doors swinging open, and he saw the sight of a man he wanted to turn around and leave.

Tex, as he called himself, was a Florida native. He worked closely with some major American Crime Syndicate. Of course that meant exactly jack here. The last American that came here on behalf of some crime syndicate had ended up with a bullet to the back of his skull. He was patiently waiting for the same to happen to Tex. The tall dark headed man moved toward Revy and her guest. Bao watched him, knowing what was likely going through his mind, and decided that at the risk of his bar, he was going to let this play out.

"Evening," he said as he neared both of them, "So, what's up with you two? Just waiting for the perfect specimen to show up and show you exactly what you've been missing out on."

Bao could see Revy practically growling. Sure, he never expected to see her play housewife, but despite what he expected she had married Rock. More to the point she was loyal to him, and this prick was insulting her honor. It would take just a slight push and two hands would put a bullet in his gut and call it an evening. He'd be fine with that. If Tex survived he'd be out of commission for a couple of days. If not then no worse for the wear.

Already the self indulgent asshat had proven himself to be someone that didn't take no for an answer. One of the girls that worked the Yellow Flag confessed to the fact that he had all but raped her. A moment later Tex's hands had moved, and both of them were feeling breasts that didn't belong to him. He expected to hear a gunshot, but instead there was a slicing sound. There was a confused look on Tex's face for a moment before he pulled back, but his right hand didn't come with him.

It instead fell from the breast of the blond woman.

"Oh my," she said as she stood, "I do hope that doing that was worth what is going to happen to you."

He backed up, his eyes wide, and Bao just kept his mouth shut. Tex had long since been begging for his bullet, and here she was. Where she had gotten the sickle he didn't know, but the blood on it was obviously from Tex. He watched as the man finally screamed, his left hand reached across his waist, reaching for a gun, and a moment later he screamed as another slicing sound could be barely heard. Four digits fell to the ground, all of them cut with a kind of precision that screamed excessive training.

"Now," she said, her voice falsely sweet, "Is that anyway to treat a girl that you just fondled?"

"Get back you bitch!" he screamed as he backed away, "Two thousand dollars for anyone that kills this bitch!"

Bao wasn't surprised at the fact that no one decided to help him. Two grand was nothing, and she was trained. It wasn't worth it. Another moment, and she moved closer to him, her hand moved, and he gasped. He fell backward, and as he did his stomach split open. His intestines fell out, splattering the ground around him, and within seconds he was dead. The woman looked toward Bao, "Would you mind fixing me another drink? He ruined the last one."

Bao nodded, set up making her another Slow Comfortable Screw Against the Wall, but to his surprise she finished the one that had been splashed with Tex's blood. He didn't say a word. He'd seen worse, and besides she'd just taken care of an annoying prick for him. He considered that to be a win-win. The drink was finished, and he put it onto the bar for her. Once it was there he leaned forward.

"This one is on the house," he said, "He was making things unpleasant."

He watched as she took the drink, slowly sipped, and continued to look over the bar. The difference was that she no longer looked like a cat waiting for a mouse to pop out. The mouse had already stuck its annoying head out, and she had relieved it of the burden known as life. A few of the employees he had, mostly guys that worked at the bar to help make their ends meet, gathered up what was left of Tex. He knew that the American would be taken to the back, where he would then find his way into a plastic barrel. From there whatever strong acid that was on hand would be used to dissolve him.

Credit was due to the fact that almost everyone that lived in Roanapur knew how to dispose of a body. It was practically second nature. Tex would end up being one of the hundreds of thousands of people that simply went missing. Even if the syndicate that he was connected to had the resources to question his disappearance there would be no papertrail. All they would have is where he rented a place, maybe the vendors that accepted more than cash would have some answer to his daily eating habits, but there wouldn't be anything else.

For Bao it was a massive win. Tex was the kind of arrogant asshole that tended to get people killed, and Bao didn't want someone to die needlessly here. It wasn't that he was some great patron saint of the population, but a good portion of the people here visited his bar. He made a decent living, when it wasn't shot to hell, and more often than not he enjoyed some semblance of a normal life.

He turned his attention back to the woman that came in with Revy. She was still nursing her Slow comfortable screw against the wall, and he was fine with leaving her to it. As he watched her, and of course watched the rest of his bar, another set of eyes was paying attention as well. The one paying close attention was visiting Roanapur for a far different reason, but regardless she seemed interested in the fact that one of the daughters of Alcina Dimitrescu was visiting what equated to a hovel in a mortal city. The owner of the eyes had traveled to the city for the sole purpose of inviting herself into the Huang Family compound. The reason for the visit was simple enough. Tsukune was there. More to the point he was there with his Succubus, Jiang-Shi, Witch, and two Yuki-Onnas.

There was little doubt to the one watching that he had undoubtedly enjoyed a buffet of flesh. She adjusted herself in the dark shadow, knowing the feeling from a personal sampling. It had been long ago, and she had originally done it to hurt her dear sister. Her sister who had given her baby away, who lived in perpetual shame, and who could no longer be hurt by her deeds. Nothing she could do to dear Moka would surpass what she had done to herself.

Oh, she of course considered asking her dear sister if his dick was worth it. Was it worth her marriage, worth her honor, and of course worth her love? The obvious answer was no. There was absolutely no way that it was worth it. She would have bypassed this bar, and simply continued, but the smell of fresh blood had gotten her attention. Seeing what had happened she paid closer attention to one of the lesser nobles.

Cassandra Dimitrescu was one of the few to not abandon their ancestral homeland. It gave them a slight status boost, but otherwise it did so little. Their home was an ancestral castle, their lands were warded and guarded by a collection of witches, and it was one of the few places that any of their kind could travel in the ancestral homeland without worry. Yet Cassandra Dimitrescu was practically nothing. There was a rumor that she had the sight. If that was true then she could potentially be dangerous, but it made the one that had witnessed the killing of that foolish man question why she was actually here. The only answer she could think of was that Tsukune was here.

Her mother, Lady Alcina Dimitrescu was not a fool. She would see Tsukune without a vampiric bride as an invitation. There was little doubt in her mind that she would send one of her daughters to seduce him, bed him, and perhaps wed him. A slow growl escaped her lips. She loathed to admit it to herself, but she had come to care deeply for Tsukune. Yes, she wanted to torment him, but at the same time she wanted him. She wanted to be with him, to show him what it was to be a true vampire.

She would be her father's servant forever, and she would never falter in obeying his commands. Still, this was something that would bring great glory to their house, and it was something she wanted for herself. Oh how it hurt to admit that. It practically burned to admit that she wanted him. To admit that some part of her wanted him simply because of who he actually was. It was less about what he was, but the who he managed to stay.

He was still the man that married Moka. His views were centered around mortal concerns, but at the same time he was fiercely loyal. He defended those he considered friends with vicious determination that made him worthy of being a vampire. That strength made him desirable. She would attempt to break him. It was only natural that she make the attempt, but each failed attempt would end with her giving more and more of herself to him.

Eventually she would be one of his harem, one of his chosen, a willing bed partner that would never ask questions. One that would gladly bear his children, heirs to their grandfather's name, and she would teach them to be true vampires. His human relatives would be long gone within a century, and she would be there to help him fully step into the world he had been brought into.

The entire time she would record each and every time he took her. Whatever kinky fantasy he wanted to live out she would let him do it. And then, on dear Moka's first century without him she would gift her the videos. No, video. She would ensure that it was one continuous video. It wouldn't matter the length. Moka would see the ultimate defeat, and she would revel in it.

Oh, how she hoped there were things that Moka didn't want to try. Things that she swore she would do if he would just accept her back. Because she would do all of them, and she would ensure that every single angle was perfectly captured for her darling sister to see. A small part of her hoped that it would be something that would last for days. She could practically hear the weeping, almost see Moka pulling her hair, screaming at the vacant room, and finally admitting complete and total defeat.

It would be her magnum opus. The final stroke on the masterful piece that was dearest Moka's suffering. She considered her sister for a moment. There was nothing about Moka that stood out beyond herself or her other sisters. The biggest difference at this moment was her fall. Her sister would forever be an outcast. She could only hope that one day Tsukune would accept her back. That he would allow her to come to him, but even then she would not be a bride. At best she would be a concubine. A mere bed warmer destined for the soul purpose of fulfilling her master's desires. Were it any other vampire such a thing might happen.

Tsukune was different. She knew that he likely would never accept her back. What had happened between them destroyed much of the bond they had. For all of his power and strength Tsukune was someone that believed in loyalty and honesty. The two traits were enticing, powerful, and something she wished to have for herself. She considered this, and then once again her eyes studied Cassandra Dimitrescu.

The girl was not without beauty. She was not nearly as endowed as herself, Tsukune's Succubus, or any other of his harem. Still, there was a sort of wild beauty to her. Something that promised wonderful depravity and lust filled romps. In pure beauty she outclassed the lesser noble, but she didn't know about personality. It would do no good to lose to one such as her, and so her mind settled on the single mission. Observe, discover if that was indeed her intention, and then make use of the city around her.

It was rumored to be a city of the living dead. A place where all that came to it were simply waiting for their bullet. If Cassandra Dimitrescu had her sights on Tsukune she would ensure that the lesser noble disappeared. After all, no one messed with her prey. That was for her and her alone. She craved him, desired him, and had developed more than a begrudging respect for him. Tsukune had done something that only one other had ever done. He'd touched a place inside of her.

Ultimately she knew that his stance would never be one that he truly wanted. Her truest love was for her father. She wished to be more than a daughter to him, and he had gently rejected her. The laws instilled by the nobles themselves forbade it. At best she could be a tryst. A mere number in the line of lovers that wished to warm the side of her father's bed. Yet, she didn't crave simply having his body. No, she wanted him to claim her. She needed him to not only approve of her, but to understand that she would be his whenever he wished.

She could never be that for Tsukune. Oh, that wasn't to say that she wouldn't fulfill every single kinky fantasy he had. She would ensure that she simply fucked him so good that Moka never even crossed his mind. The mistake the first time had been establishing dominance. Had she understood the situation, and had she truly understood his power, she would have played the long game. He wouldn't have her heart and soul, but she would give him her body. She would have his children, and she would love them and him as much as she would allow herself to.

Her thoughts stopped as she watched Cassandra stand with the woman she was with. The lesser noble paid for her drinks, using what looked like American currency. The barkeep obviously had no problem accepting it, and they began to leave. She watched her current prey. She could not allow her to seduce Tsukune, not before she had a chance to enact the plan she had. She had yet to fulfill her magnum opus. She had not quite tasted the sadistic beauty that was ensuring that Moka tasted true despair.

Oh, how she longed to allow Moka to taste the bitter flavor of complete despair. To discover that she could never return things to how they once were. That all she had was gone and destroyed, and it would be something that would not come about if Cassandra Dimitrescu got her claws into Tsukune first. Stepping into the night she began to follow the pair, watching as they walked, listening to the symphony of pain and destruction around her.

This city was made for monsters. It was designed for them, and she could see the benefit of living here. It would take so little to encourage other nobles to move somewhere that would likely never question discrete hunts. She had every intention of making sure that her plans came to be.