Roanapur Nights

A Rosario+Vampire and Black Lagoon Crossover

Chapter 21

The darkness that surrounded her was darkness that she was accustomed to. In truth, she could easily glide through this darkness and do so without any issue. Still, she felt it would be more beneficial to go after the one that had harmed her little brother. Rock was intelligent, driven, and he would bring great honor to the house of Dimitrescu. He was well on his way to becoming an important part of their family, and she could not be prouder of that. Still, she was traveling with her sister-in-law, and she was informed that there was no need to take it easy on those they were against.

Freedom to commit to a bloodbath was certainly something she wanted. She moved, silently, and listened as she moved through the shadows. Her sister-in-law moved just as silently. It was obvious that the time spent with Rock had done much for Revy. She seemed to move gracefully, and she did so without issue. The two of them came upon a large container, and outside of it was a few members of the organization that had spawned all of the trouble. She looked toward them, and then she saw the nod from Revy. With a smile she moved through the shadows until she was behind the first one.

The moment she was she moved out of the shadows, the sickle in her hand found his throat, and she slashed it quickly. He gurgled for a moment as he dropped, and she watched as the other had a hole form in the side of his head as he turned to face her. The silenced pistol barely made a sound. She knew that it was certainly not the way that her sister liked to fight.

"Okay, that's two douchebags dead," she said as she moved toward the container, "Balalaika really wants this former cop freed, and she asked that we do the same for the others in the container. Apparently there's a couple of people that aren't quite human in there as well."

Cassandra looked at the container, "If that's true then every single one of them deserves what happens to them."

The container opened and she could see the women gathered together. Their arms bound above their heads, their heads hung low, and there was no evidence of any of them attempting to escape. Cassandra wondered what could cause this look, but Revy knew it. She knew exactly what this look was. This was the point that all of them had given up. There was no hope left for any of them. They had accepted that their short lives would be lived in pain. That none of them would be able to see another sunrise or sunset as a free woman again.

She knew what it was to feel as if there was nothing left to lose. She was lucky that her shield had come to protect her. But none of these girls had that shield. She couldn't say that she exactly felt bad for them. Sure, some small part of her cried out about the injustice, but the truth was that she had long since built the walls that protected against this shit. Besides, she was being paid to free them. If nothing else they'd have one more chance to be free before getting sucked into whatever piss poor existence they could scrape together in Roanapur.

"Officer Diana Rogers," Revy said, her English still as good as ever, "We're looking for an Officer Diana Rogers."

There was a coughing sound, and she turned to see a small blonde woman. Her hair was down past her shoulders, bruises lined her neck, her face, and she could see where the cuffs that shackled her to the wall had bit into her wrists. She looked like someone that had lost hope, but instead of simply accepting she had been trying to get killed. The thing was that the Triads didn't simply allow goods to perish. They had an intention for her.

"You officer Diana Rogers?"

The woman looked at her, "Why?" she asked, her voice a hoarse whisper, "Are you here to let them fuck me again? Is that it? More of those things, those horrible things that brought me here?"

Revy looked at her, "No, we were asked to get you out, to get all of you out,"

With that Cassandra cut the cuffs easily and her arms dropped. Revy watched as she moved through the rest, and she did the same. It was another girl near her that stood up. She was on shaky feet, but she touched the blonde, "It's okay, thank you."

She watched as the blonde woman nodded, and slowly her skin began to bubble and fall off. She watched as the woman seemed to form a new body from practically nothing, and she stood completely surprised at it. The new woman gave her a slight nod, and the other woman raised her head, "I'm Officer Diana Rogers, and this is Dubbie," she said, her voice just as hoarse as Dubbie's had been, "She's become my friend, my best friend."

The woman that looked like she was very tanned, her hair was silver, and her eyes were black with gold irises looked at Revy. "I didn't want anything to happen to my friend. Not again."

She looked at her and she shook her head, "Whatever happened, whatever didn't happen, it doesn't matter to me," she replied as she looked at them, "I've been asked to rescue you, and that's what happening. So, let's get this tea part moving."

For many they moved, resigned to the fact that whatever fleeting moment of freedom they had would be stolen away from them. But there were a few that dared to hope. They snuck along with Revy, trying to remain quiet, and she watched as they neared the exit. Did she want to tell them that once they were away it would be their job to support themselves? No, but she was going to let them know. She was because she didn't want to let them have false hope.

She had hope now, but that was because Rock had come into her life. She had someone that was willing to stand with her, and that proved himself time and time again. It wasn't just the sex, although she would gladly admit that his lovemaking was well above and beyond the call of what could be considered normal. He was skilled in ways that she hadn't even dreamed of. No, he wanted to protect her. He wanted to be with her, and she wanted to remain his sword.

A sword protected its shield just as much as the shield protected the sword. It cut those down that attempted to dash their weapons against the shield, and she did that, "Stay quiet," she said as they moved through the darkened hallways, "And stay on me. We're heading out toward the alley."

The truck waiting on them was something hired from Mr. Yin. The butcher had a large box truck, something left over from the nineteen seventies, but it did the job. The old box truck itself had been a U-Haul that apparently got jacked from somewhere in the US and made its way over here. In that time it had undergone a few alterations, but Revy knew what it was. It was an old box truck that was used once to haul stuff from a house to another house. Now it was a truck used to haul jacked animals and meat from one place to another.

They made their way out, and she listened for the sounds of another group of the triads. She waited for them to appear, knowing that if they did then she would be doing the one thing she knew she could. She would be giving them gifts of lead. The silencers she was using on her cutlasses felt wrong. She liked the bark of her babies, but she needed the more quiet approach. Sure, the silencers didn't kill all of the noise, but it kept it from traveling.

She opened the door, and there was the truck waiting. She moved toward it, and she noticed the slight movement of something above her. She stopped, and when she did the movement continued. She waited, expecting something to come, and it did. She moved, barely in time, to miss the bite of a blade. It had come close to her, and she looked at the slight graze. It wasn't deep, but it was already a weeping wound. She looked toward the figure.

"Well," the Scottish voice said, "I dinae expect to see someone escape my greeting."

She watched as the cloaked figure stepped forward. A strange choker was around her neck. It had a small lock in the center of it, and her golden eyes seemed to take in everything around her, "Allow me ta introduce myself, I'm Dahlia, and I wonder if you're in league with Chang. If so, then we've got a short dance, and a sloppy ending."

Revy growled at the bitch in front of her, "Chang can suck the longest dick in Roanapur for all I care," she replied, holding her cutlasses, "But, why are you interested?"

There was a little laugh, "Oh, because he's made my job more interesting," she replied her voice almost happy, "He's gone and got a cyborg, right uptight twat she is. Manmade monster and all that. Gonna be interesting ta take her apart."

She studied her for a moment, "So, you're after Chang?"

She gave a nod, "No saving him now, he's committed the ultimate sin."

Revy knew what the sin was. It was money. Chang worked for the Triads, and he lost them money. More to the point he didn't just lose it, he took it. There was not a damned thing that he could do in order to save his ass at this point. It wasn't that she cared. Chang's cyborg had hurt Rock, and the bitch deserved to have her lungs handed to her. She wanted to personally put a bullet in the bitch's brainpan and call it a day.

"Yeah, well I've got business with that mechanical bitch, so get in fuckin' line."

There was a slight movement of an eyebrow, "Oh do yew now?" she asked, before she looked at the girls around her, "Well, I'm not here to keep watch of our shipment, there's rules in place here, rules I respect, but as for the mechanical bitch, I call dibs."

Revy began to say something when Cassandra stepped forward, "That is not negotiable," she said, her voice firm, "She dared to stand against House Dimitrescu, and for that she deserves to be eliminated. If there is anything left over then you may pick at it."

There was quiet, and Revy waited to see what was going to happen. Cassandra was a vampire, like her Rocky Baby. She was practically the predator of predators, and she hoped that it would be enough to make this bitch think twice. She wasn't stupid, but she wasn't going to back down either. Whatever this woman was, she was skilled. She'd barely noticed her, and honestly she wasn't sure if that was something she could have done before. For some reason she was actually better than she had been. She could see things clearer, she could hear better, and she reacted faster than she used to. It was like she was almost on the same level as Rock. Of course, from what Ling Ling said she was a thrall. She was made like this thanks to Rock's sweet dick.

The thought of that brought a small smile to her lips, but it didn't distract her from what she needed to do. She watched, seeing the way that the woman acted, "Well," she said after a moment, "I'm not keen on dealing with a what might be a family of vampires, so I'll give you a few days start, but I will go after Chang, and I will separate his head from his shoulders. He's begged for death, and she has come."

With that she seemed to just disappear. It wasn't like moving through the shadows like Cassandra, Rock, and Roxy could. She practically just disappeared. The sight was something that Revy was still getting used to. She had learned that magic was real, that the deal sometimes came back, and more importantly had learned that some of the hard and fast rules she had once thought were immovable were in fact very pliable. She had accepted that there were beings that would be alive long after everyone else they knew had long since died.

Her Rocky Baby was one of them. She was actually glad that he was. It meant that these kinds of things were easier to deal with. Life had certainly changed for her. Still, there was little time to consider how different things were. Instead she took a moment to look at the women behind her. They were in the alley, and just a little further should be their escape. Without the strange assassin she was certain that they were more or less in the clear. They moved, and waiting there was a panel truck. Since she was hired to do the job, and since Balalaika had more or less left the how to up to her she had went out on a limb and hired some of the Huang family to drive.

The window rolled down, and she saw a face she had come to respect. The human disguise was one that she'd accepted as a friend. In his disguise he looked normal enough. For the most part he looked similar to an American. He stood about six and a half feet tall, fairly muscular build, but when his true form came out he was something else entirely. It was funny that his hair looked like straw since his true form seemed to be that.

He grinned at them, "Heading my way two hands?"

She laughed, "Sure am Nikolai."

He nodded, and then she noticed that he paused, "Huh, I thought it was one or two, not that I mind, but that's a whole lot of extra bodies. So, just ripping off the entire shipment?"

She watched as Cassandra walked toward him, "These women are under our protection, for now," she purred, "Is that a problem?"

He shook his head, "Not for me," he replied, his voice even, "I know that it won't be for Ling Ling either, but I've got to imagine that these folks are going to mighty upset about it. I can't imagine that they're going to just let this go."

She looked at him, "Well, I suppose that it would be a slight inconvenience for them, but then again their actions have led to these conditions, so I believe they have brought it upon themselves, isn't that correct?"

He shrugged, "Honestly, I don't mind one way or another," he said after a moment, "If they end up folding then we get to step in and take up their place. It's already moving that way, and I'm pretty sure that all of us are fine with it."

With that Revy helped guide the women into the back of the truck. She was honest about whatever happened to them after this was on them. Her job was to get One woman specifically back. The fact that she had made friends with someone that was a monster just added to her safety. The other women she couldn't worry over. The moment they delivered the officer they were sent to retrieve that would be it for her.

The other women would be allowed to leave as they pleased. There was no safety net for them, no way for them to make it unscathed. There was little doubt in her mind that several of these girls would end up working for some of the more sleazy places. It wasn't like she didn't have to do some of it. She was thankful that Rock already knew, and she was even more thankful that he didn't give a shit. He'd told her time and time again that she was his, and that was it.

Of course, that meant that he was hers. She owned him as much as he owned her. She shook her head, watched the girls finish loading up, and climbed in before banging on the side of the truck. It began to leave and she looked at the women. There was a couple that looked like they were just out of their teens. Most likely they'd been college students. If she was to guess they'd gone partying where they shouldn't have.

Too much time, access to money, and decided that they were untouchable. At that point they disappeared, and somehow they made it here. One of them was finally tearing up. She watched as the waterworks started. The other one beside her let her lean on her shoulder. "It's over, it's finally over," she whimpered, "We can go home."

Revy hated to bust her balloon, but there wasn't a chance in hell that they were going to make it out of Roanapur. She heard one of them, "Why?"

She looked toward the girl that wasn't losing it like her friend, "Why save all of us?"

She looked at her for a moment, "Losing all of their cargo is going to make it harder for them to find a single person," she replied, her voice calm. She fished out a cigarette, "So, they're going to prioritize. Who makes them the most money, and they'll put out feelers for them."

She looked at them for a second, "Look, if you've got connections, and you can get out, use them," she said as they headed toward Hotel Moscow, "Otherwise, start looking for a job somewhere in Roanapur and keep your heads down. Don't take any advances, just work, save up, and try to make whatever kind of life you can."

One of the women looked at her, "What about our families?"

She shrugged, "Don't know what to tell you there," she replied, "Maybe they're still looking, maybe not."

Was that harsh, sure, but then these girls needed to know what to expect. The world here wasn't kind. They had some kind of a chance, and if they were strong enough then maybe they'd last a while. If not then their first night of freedom might be their last night alive. She had to figure that a few of them would end up walking off of the top of a building. It'd be quick, and at least they'd die a free person and not someone's pet.

The truck stopped, and she looked at them, "For good or bad, right or wrong, this is your stop. The one we came to save is going with us, the rest of you have this chance. Don't waste it."