Installment two!
I couldn't edit out some of the gore no matter how much I tried to tone it down... I wanted the vampires to be violent, because its in their nature.
I hope you like. :>
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It starts with the baring of fangs.
I can tell by the way her fingers are twitching that this wasn't going to be a fight using spells; they are twitching because they are aching to claw their way through me like the way Sakuya's knives cut through people who threaten me. But Sakuya wouldn't do something like this. This was nothing to do with humans at all- this was above them. This is how vampires fight. And no matter how unvampire-like Flan seemed, she most certainly was the same as me.
"Are you displeased about something,
sister?" I make the word as stressed out as I can, something I have a habit of doing after talking to underlings for so long. She breathes in shortly and says nothing, standing still as if she's afraid to move. The word has almost paralyzed her even, causing her body to become stiff and ridged like a board, though I see no fear flickering in the hazy red eyes she is pinning me with....
"Well? If you are, you should just say it instead of standing there- its boring waiting for you to talk." Boring indeed. There was no moving my flat gaze from hers, though.
"...." A pause. She opened her mouth, and--
"Big sis... lets play. Lets play." Those words were yet again mottled by freakish undertones that pitched her words oddly. I shrug, my arms folded across my chest in annoyance, and toss my stare to the right--
--God
damn it!!
She is upon me within a flash, all claws and teeth and bright colours blazing in the semi-darkness, and I can feel the clothing at my shoulder tearing as she rakes her claws across me in pure fury. She clamps her legs around my waist so I can't move, attempting to pin me to the floor... and I'm dizzy. I'm dizzy because I didn't expect her to be so fast ( after all, how did someone who stays in a confined space get as fast as me when I am the one who flies around a lot?! ) and all I can do is swing my hand around to dig my claws into the junction of her neck and shoulder, my fingers becoming hot and wet and sticky with scarlet and this feeling is all too familiar--
She hisses angrily and presses the heel of her hand into my forhead violently to smash it into the ground, and at the same time I dig my hand deeper into her flesh, tearing a good sized chunk out of her before stars erupt in my vision where my head hits the floor so hard. And she is distracted. Even with these stars there I can see that she is staring at her shoulder, not used to seeing her own body harmed like that. I take this oppertunity to clamp my jaws down on her fingers that are lingering by my face, and there is a resounding cracking sound before she screeches and blood erupts in my mouth as she tries to yank her hand away.
Funny... I never imagined that vampires would taste bitter sweet.
Do I taste like that, too?
... Then again, I haven't bled in a long time. This would be the first time in a while.
I allow her the pleasure of having her hand back before we roll, and suddenly I am on top- I use this chance to yank viciously on her hair ( Its not childish! I apologize if I don't feel like mutilating my sister, hopefully she wont mutilate me back if I-- )
--There is a sharp cracking sound--
Ouch, my wrist--!!
( ...Ok, forget what I just said. I'm going to
flay her. )
With her hand around my wrist and the object in question at an extremely sharp angle, I hold and drive my other fist right into her face- and we are howling together because something on her cracks too. Maybe its her nose? I can't tell, but if anything, I think I got her eye. Oh well, it wasn't as if she had anyone to look pretty for. My wrist has sharp bits of bone protruding from the skin like some kind of biological wreakage, and the sight of my own blood...
.... Its starting to make me... uneasy.
With my eyes glowing just as bright as hers now, I begin to claw at her face whilst she raises a hand to grab the material at my throat and drag me down into another roll-- and the rolling is awkward. Our wings make rolling hard and there is a moment where we are close, so close our noses almost touch, and its all teeth and anger and pain and sadness that I see as our breath intermingles and our hearts beat against each other frantically as our ribs almost lock. But that brief, almost... human moment is dirtied when she manages to hoist herself to her knees within a split second, and whipping her arm around she throws me head first into the wall- I open my wings but--
Ah, ah,
fuck. That
hurt Flan.
Its not hard enough to break my spine but it leaves me breathless, the stone wall now dented as dust suddenly streaks the air grey and rock crumbles all around me. I don't miss a beat however. With my foot against the wall I kick off, fly at her, grab her around the middle and crash us both into the opposite wall- this time we both go through, and the sound is a symphony of pain and destruction as the wall breaks and sends stone hurdling after us both. I was hoping to crack her skull, but no, its still intact-- her leg is badly broken however, almost shattered to the point where its unusable. A low chuckle starts in my throat as we remain clinging to each other, landing hard, and somehow the thrill of breaking my sister seems almost... too exciting.
Flandre Scarlet was more powerful than me.
A lot of people thought her wings were prettier, too.
Oh, I'd
love them to see her now.
I am the better vampire.
Me, me me.I am the older sister, I am the head of this house, and I will not--
There is a whir of motion and suddenly my spine is being bitten by the floor again, and I wince as my wrist hangs lifelessly from my arm like a chime caught in the wind. There isn't any movement. Shes not hiting or biting or scratching me but--
....
Slowly, my eyes turn down.
She straddling me once more, but this time, her look is a little different. Within the insanity of her eyes, within the swirling madness, there is sadness and almost... curiousity...
I suddenly breathe in sharply, and remain perfectly still.
Her hand is against my throat, and her palm is half closed...
And glowing....
"Flandre, stop."
My tone isn't a joke-y or mocking tone this time. Its completely serious. Almost immediately I lose my blood thirsty look in favour for one that is more docile, though hers stays the same. She keeps staring at me with this morbid curiosity that honestly makes my heart skip beats, and I swallow against her fingers but I cannot move any more than that. Her leg is a mangled mess of torn skin and muscle and my wrist is torn to shreads and barely attached to me any more, my hair slick against my face with blood and her eye is a horrifically dark colour...
"Flandre, stop."
I'm commanding her, now.
If she blew everything from my neck upwards away then I'd never regenerate and come back, and I didn't feel like dying. Though there was some kind of pride to dying to a vampire, there is no pride in dying when she is younger and more inexperienced than you ( I don't want to die, but the situation looks grim. Flan has a habit of not stopping when she goes all crazy like this). But she doesn't say a thing. Not a single word. Its un-nerving. Seriously... seriously... unnerving...
...
...... We are inside.
So I know its not raining, and yet...
... Water slides down my cheek, and the hand is pressed more harshly against my neck, producing an odd choking sound from me as breathing gets more difficult. There is a tension between us that is so thick I can almost taste it on my tongue like how I can taste my own sisters blood, and its even more bitter than that. There is silence. Pure silences that rattles me deep down. I hate silence. Its the reason I hired faeries in order to make everything a little less dead--
"S-Sister...."
... Ah, I see...
... She's crying.
She has tears rolling down her face that mingle with the blood that is streaked across her cheek making her tears red as they fall upon me like gentle rain, the same colour as our eyes. The way she said that was a little less insane now, more sombre and quiet and...
"W-Why are we fighting..."
"...Y-You pounced me first, Flandre." I can somehow still pout at a time like this.
"I-I just wanted to play, sister... you never..."
... Is she aware that shes
choking me...?
"...You never want t-to play with me. You're always so busy up there lounging around and bossing people around that you haven't been down here in a while... I-I only see you every now and then, and it makes me sad, sister. All these toys are nothing... w-when all I want to do is
speak to you...."
"F-Flan...." Now I sound muffled and distant, and my lungs start stinging. Flan, you're choking me, stop pressing so hard...
"I-I mean, all you had to do is walk down here and say hi.. y-you make me so happy- seeing you sometimes is the best thing ever, a-and it would be so fun i-if we could have tea together s-sometime a-and Sakuya could come too and I-I want to get dressed up just like you do sometimes in expensive clothes--"
Her words are becoming frantic and kind of hard to understand, and I can see that this is a different kind of insanity she is showing me now. Its not called being crazy. Its not that shes mad. Its just that shes deprived... and its all kind of my... fault... I shift uneasily underneath her, my eyes watering, and she probably will mistake those for tears. I need
air, Flan. I can barely speak now; but if I could, what would I even say?
"S-So... I guess if we can't hang out, sister," her head hangs with a choked laugh that devlops into a chuckle that develops further into something broken and twisted, "T-Then I guess no-one should play with you, r-right?"
...
I don't fear for my life. Its not in my nature to do anything like that. Even at this moment I feel no fear, I merely feel entirely neutral to the matter, even if I do not want to die. If I am going to be destroyed I was going to die with my fangs bared and my eyes blazing like fire, with pride, hissing and spitting like a caturwauling cat. I feel her finally shift her entire weight into her hand and my airway is cut off entirely so I can't even hiss any more, but it doesnt stop me from using my good hand to dig my nails into her ribs. She continues laughing. She continues laughing as odd black spots appear and my scraping against her bones with my nails weaken, and I can't even thrash because I can barely
see or breathe and
everything aches.
Laughing.
Just... laughing.
I think I prefered silence.
Its a fusion of clashing notes and sharps and flats and its haunting. It gets more and more distant as I slowly fade out but still, its there. I wonder if anyone will even find my headless body down here. I can feel the heat of her palm the strongest, as if she is lingering on killing me, just waiting for me to suffer before she finishes me off. Oh, clever Flan. You are not that simple at all, eh?
Its saddening, but fitting.
A great vampire like I to die in the darkness at the hands of a monster I created...
And I never even got to say goodbye to--
Sakuya--
Sakuya--!?
Suddenly, there is bright light that burns my eyes and the room feels more static-y as if eletricity is in the air and there is a loud booming sound that is echoing on and on and on like the laughter. There is no more pressure, and air is rushing back to me like someone is pouring ice cold water down my throat and yet I still feel as if I am suffocating. I don't move, but there is scrabbling, then a shriek, and then there is silence again save for the clicking of heels against the blood streaked floor.
White noise.
Static.
The flickering of lights...
Then absolutely nothing....
The taste of battle...
.... And the sobbing of my sister.
Well...
At least I was no longer bored.
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Sakuya to the rescueeeee!
Next installment soon.
