Sweet Reunion(private)

“Don’t you dare! I’m willing to ignore up to a certain level of your ignorance but I won’t allow you to speak ill of Meggi! Remove this blindfold and be silent.”

The man’s words were filled with anger and hatred despite the fact that the gang boss was currently at the hunter’s mercy. Yet the moment they reached the young vampires ears he would find himself suddenly compelled to obey. It was a power Mordred hated to use on those he turned. The power of a vampiric sire. With Ozakj within hearing range there was no escape unless he covered his ears and considering that Mordred was currently blindfolded it was unlikely the boy knew what was coming.

Any guilt Mordred had felt about the boy he had quickly died away when he insulted Meggi. While it was unlikely that the knight would kill him if Mordred got his hands on him in the next few moments there was definitely a chance the gang leader would try to maim him, especially since Yuuki would be capable of recovering.

“Also let me just clarifying something before I cut you into pieces since you seem to have misunderstood something. Your father was always hunting is. There wasn’t some event that started it or it occurred after. He was always a racist killer”

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What?! No! Asahi found himself walking towards the man without being able to stop himself, and found himself unable to respond in any manner to his words. He removed Mordred’s blindfold. Apparently the trait that enabled a vampire to control their spawn was not reliant on eye sight. He felt so stupid. And terrified that he would be unable to do or say anything as his inevitable death approached.

Perhaps it was better this way though… Asahi did not want to feed again. He had gone so far to even file his fangs down with a silver file. An act that was both pure agony in the process of doing, and living with until they grew back. Asahi did have painkillers that could numb such a pain. But no… For the things he had done as a vampire baring this pain was the least he deserved.

He locked eyes with the man who had stolen everything from him, leveling pure hate at him with green eyes that looked so much like Yuuto’s when lit up with rage as they were now. He might not be able to speak, but by damn he could do this much. The fact that Yuuto had always been a murderer did not affect him in the least. Not now any how.

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Mordred bit into the upper portion of his lip using his fangs and stared right back at Yuuki as the blood dripped down his chin. As it dripped something odd would begin to occur. As they fell off his chin the blood froze in mid air collecting into a ball. At the same time the blood coming out of the gang boss’s wound was bleeding far more profusely than it should’ve been. After all he was purposely drawing it out.

After a moment the ball of blood would take action taking on a blade like form and swirling around the man at rapid speeds. Cutting the chains, the chair, and Mordred multiple times over. Free from his chains and covered in cuts the knight would rise to his feet and raise his hand out towards Ozaki with his palm facing the now blood soaked ground. The blood as well as what seemed to be tiny sparklingly particles of metal joined in with the blood with suddenly fly up to Mordred hand in a whirlpool while transforming into a strange looking great sword.

The blade was made of steel but appeared to blood vessels running into it starting at its hilt. To make the weapon even stranger a small beating sound like that of a heart could be heard coming from the blade if one was listening closely enough.

“It seems I’m going to have to beat some respect into you. Prepare yourself Yuuki Asahi”

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Asahi, for all his bravado moments ago, felt a strong ripple of dread course through him. He backed up as the blood started to gather. The other vampire had cut himself multiple times, yet even so the man did not seem to be wary of that. Indeed it seemed that it had something to do with his talent. Asahi felt transfixed by the sight before him before he suddenly remembered…

Mordred’s command had been to untie him and remain silent. There had been nothing about what he ought do afterwards. With one of his altered darts still in hand, he had an easy offensive move to be made from the get go. With a person who could command control over him at any moment, there was only one real option. He may have been accepting of the idea he might die a moment ago. But if there was one thing Yuuki was, it was a person with a powerful will to survive. Whatever it took.

Asahi flung the dart in his hand at Mordred, then took off running as quickly as he could toward the door. He was already withdrawing another dart from his pouch, whose contents were rapidly changing colors from red to transparent. He had to get here as fast as possible before the other vampire could verbalize another command.


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With a quick turn of his wrists the knight’s sword moved to block the dart knocking it off the the side where it crashed into the floor. Strangely enough rage was no longer alight in the vampire’s eyes. It was something else now. An emotionless void that seemed to only have one intent in mind as they silently tracked their target as he fled. Despite Ozaki being someone he turned Mordred didn’t hesitate in his pursuit.

Drawing power from Avalon the boss shot after Ozaki at high speed with only one intention in mind. To cut. His mind had gone blank for everything but that singular thought. To cut down the enemy in front of him and bring them to their knees. With that in mind once Mordred got in rage he would swing that blade at full force aiming at the place where his shoulder connecting to his right arm.


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This man moved fast. Far faster than Asahi would have predicted considering he had cut himself in multiple places. And there was the fact that even without the usage of adrenaline he was pretty damn fast. Adrenaline which he found himself robbed of as the man who had moments ago been chained, successfully managed to lop off the arm that had been been reaching for it.

The moment the limb was severed black blood spurted from the open wound and from the arm that dropped to the ground like the dead weight it was.

He could still reach for the door with his left hand. By the Artemis’ bow did this hurt. If he weren’t ordered to remain silent he’d have screamed out from the pain. But as it was, not even a whisper could be uttered. If he thought his fangs had hurt before, this was so much worse. But he had to keep running. Fighting this man wasn’t an option.

Asahi managed to fling open the door and run out into the hallway, cupping the place where his limb had been severed with his remaining hand, then bringing that hand to his face. Black blood. Black. That was bad…. But it wouldn’t matter once he changed it.

The blood shifted colors within his hand to a transparent one, which he then brought to his mouth and drained with his damaged fangs. The sensation of drinking through his damaged fangs was pure agony. But nothing compared to what would happen if the other vampire caught him.
The adrenaline hit him quickly, and within seconds Asahi was running considerably faster… As well as bleeding faster as well. But that was to be expected from someone who was running for their life. A vampire’s heart beat slow, so under normal circumstances when bleeding did happen it was sluggish. Heavy exertion would naturally make it beat faster, as would adding this adrenaline. But at least what he drank would both help him ignore the pain and run like a Selene damned cheetah.

He knew the risks of using adrenaline with a wound such as this. But if he didn’t there was no way he was getting out of this alive.

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Mordred's body hurt all over. Sure cutting himself all over allowed him to summon Avalon far quicker but now he was wounded and had lost a significant amount of blood. He had trained to work through pain liked this but his body still felt like it was burning as his wounds were worsened by his rapid movement. He needed blood quickly and so did his sword. As such the moment he cut Yuuki's arm the sword began to feed before the knight had even seen its color.

It was too late by then though. The sword had already absorbed the blood and transferred it into his system. He had no idea what it was or what its effects where but for now it seemed like he was fine. There was no sign of poisoning or anything like that. Shrugging it off Mordred turned his eyes back towards his target. Yuuki Asahi. The man who dared to mock Meggi’s death. The young vampire he was going to kill. Kill as slowly and painfully as possible.

His sword offered up no resistance and in fact he could hear it calling out for him to cut Ozaki down. To chop him into pieces and drink all the blood in his body. Without realizing it both the sword and Mordred had come under the influence of the black blood. Bloodlust unlike anything the knight had felt in decades was suddenly surging throughout his entire body. Holding the point of his blade in the direction of his now much faster target Mordred willed the weapon to change.

The sword suddenly began to collapse into a thousand particles of steel, blood, and circulatory tissues which than reforged itself into the form of a bow and arrow. A black metal bow with the same veins running through it that the sword did. A string seemingly made out of black blood materialized and as Mordred drew it back a black arrow emerged. With his target insight the gang boss released the arrow sending it flying towards the lower section of his target’s spine. A paralyzed target even if only temporarily will definitely make the pursuit easier.

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It was just as well Asahi had turned his head to check and see if the other vampire was catching up, as he did so just in time to see the bow and arrow forming. This time they were formed of the black blood they had drawn from him. That blow had taken much more blood than it ought to, Asahi was realizing now. He managed to dodge the blow last moment, and as he turned a corner he wiped around, drawing a dagger from behind himself. He usually had two on him at any time, hidden. The trench coat he was wearing gave ample opportunity to hide weapons like this.

The vampire chasing him had the ability to command him to stop at any point. If he was unable to speak, he might as well try and rob him of that ability as well. Killing him would be preferred, but running as fast as they were he could not be certain of a sure fire shot there. And if his blade got stuck in the vampire’s chest on the wrong side that’d be problematic. Even if he did have another one, it’d take time to draw.

The moment the other vampire turned the corner Asahi aimed for the throat. Cutting the head off would be lovely… But if he could not do that now at least damaging the vocal cords would be nice.

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“Damn”

The arrow had missed its target and imbedded itself into a nearby brick wall. For a few moments it maintained its rigid form before reliquifying and dripping down the wall in the form of black blood. The fact that his blood had currently been dyed back would usually disturb the knight and stop him in his tracks but in his current state he paid it no mind. His bow on the other hand was incredibly interested. It wanted to get to it’s source. She wanted to dissect the fleeing vampire and dissect him for information on his blood but in her current state that was impossible. So she’d just have to let Mordred do it once they had captured him. Urged forward by his own bloodlust and Avalon the gang leader ran after Yuuki.

Without thinking Mordred ran around the corner only to find a blade coming at his throat. There was no time to completely evade the strike but with the time he was given the knight to move away from the knife to reduce the damage. The knife cut into the front of his float hitting some arteries resulting in blood spraying out of his neck.

If he was just a human it would’ve been a fatal wound as a vampire though he had just temporarily lost his ability to speak as blood began to fill his throat. Regathering himself the gang leader planted his feet into the ground before swinging the fist with the now in it directly at his assailants face while holding his other hand over his open throat and exerting his blood control.

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The fist came down like the hammer of Thor on Asahi, knocking him back a few feet. He was starting to feel hungry… Right. He should use his blood manipulation too to stem the bleeding. But he had to do this thing real quick first. Asahi held up his remaining hand and used his talent to convert the blood that he could currently see drenching the vampire into gasoline.

The scent would hit the man like the fire truck that would have to come in should things go as badly as they could with this. Already Asahi was rapidly pulling out and flicking on a lighter.

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The smell of gasoline. It attacked Mordred’s nose mercilessly and it only took the knight a moment to realize what the hunter was planning. An execution by fire was definitely not a pleasant way to go. Asahi’s talent was definitely a troublesome ability and it was something the knight was going to have to deal with immediately.

Without hesitation Mordred turned his bow back into a sword and charged the young vampire. The black blood he had spilled before and shot before that hadn’t been converted to gasoline was attracted to him and dragged by his blood manipulation. The knight moved as fast as possible stabbing his sword forward at full force aiming at his target’s gut. The blood under his control swirled around him and behind Yuuki spinning around them at high speed. Further blood could be seen being dragged out of the knight’s wounds and from his sword adding further to the blood tornado surrounding them.

The blood loss was definitely going to hurt Mordred he had been far to reckless with his assault. Yet if he was in such close a range and they were both trapped within the blood tornado than Yuuki couldn’t light him ablaze without introducing himself to the fire as well.

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It was funny how you didn’t realize how nice having two hands was until you were in a life or death battle against your sire. Ozaki had had to drop his dagger in order to get the lighter. Needless to say using a lighter to deflect a blow was not nearly as effective. Not that he tried to do that of course, as he realized in decent timing enough to step to the side. Rather than being impaled he got a hefty gouge in his side… Not much better… But at least the sword wasn’t inside of him where it could do more damage. He’d hate to think what would happen if it changed shapes while inside of him.

Eegh. By Belaray this was so much blood. He had a mental pang in thinking the word of the goddess of the Church of Purity.

Escape options were looking slimmer by the second. He could maybe turn some of this into something else, but not all of it at once. And in recalling what Mordred had done earlier with the chains, he knew trying to run through it wasn’t an option. It could turn into a lethal weapon at any moment, if it wasn’t already one. He let the lighter go out as he bit his cheek as hard as he could.

Asahi should really stop the bleeding… But he’d need as much as he could. With only one hand using his blood manipulation as an additional weapon was the best chance he had. Alright. He could at least slow the bleeding. He devoted part of his focus to that while engaging in the battle.
There was a growing sense of frenzy in the back of his mind at all the blood loss. The bottomless hunger was growing out of hand. He needed to end this fight quickly, even if it meant not finishing the man off. Asahi couldn’t go into a blood frenzy. He couldn’t. Already his remaining hand was beginning to tremble with the sheer amount of blood loss and rising hunger.

Rapidly blood pooled into his mouth from the self-inflicted bite, and he used both the force of the spray and a touch of blood manipulation to try and aim the spray directly into Mordred’s eyes. Midair between them the color would warp, changing the vampiric blood into… Holy water of all things. He was trying to blind the other vampire to give himself a better chance of escape.

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It was too late. While wrapped into the tornado of blood Mordred’s mind lost itself to its hunger. He had expended far more blood than he should’ve. If the black blood hadn’t been corrupting his thoughts he would’ve thought his all more thoroughly but it was all to late now. He was starving. He needed blood and in his current mentally corrupted state he didn’t care where it came from. The speed of the blood tornadoes revolution began to increase rapidly and began to grow thinner. Pushing to the two battling vampires together.

Saliva gathered at the front of Mordred’s throat as the smell of Asahi’s blood entered his nostrils. It definitely wasn’t a good idea to drink another vampire’s blood but the man simply didn’t care at this point. As the hunter prepared his blinding attack a pair of bloodthirsty eyes would make contact with his own.

Eyes very similar to the ones Mordred had made almost a decade and half ago when he arrived at the Asahi house for vengeance. Eyes filled with rage, bloodlust, and hunger. As the holy water headed towards his face the blood tornado surrounding the two collapsed in on itself engulfing the pair as it was rapidly drawn towards the knight. There was no danger to getting hit by the blood. At the most it would feel like getting hit by a wave at the beach. Though it was far more sticky and red.

The blood swirled around Mordred with portions of it getting drained into his mouth. Regardless the blood pool hadn’t deflected the holy water only diluted it and as such as the blood all drained away into Mordred’s gullet revealing his body their would be small smoking portions where the diluted holy water had burned his skin.


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Perhaps the blood tornado itself was not damaging, but the person it pushed him right into was. Despite all the rage pumping in his system, the moment he was forced to look into those eyes he felt it all switch to terror in an instant. Asahi frantically flicked the lighter, trying to get it to catch. But blood had clogged the mechanism, it wasn’t so much as able to even get a spark out.

Asahi pushed away as quickly as he could, dropping the lighter as he did so. “Not again not again not again.” He couldn’t make a sound, but his mouth was wording those over and over again as his eyes grew to steel again. He wouldn’t let it happen again. He could… He could do something this time. Right? Right?

Rational thought was leaking away milliliter by milliliter, leaving nothing but a desperate need to survive. He had to. What other choice did he have? He still had his vampiric blood dagger strapped to his back. If he had two damn hands he could pick up his other dagger and maybe cause a spark between them. But no. One hand. One. Hand.

He whipped out his remaining dagger, feeling an embarrassingly feral grow ripple out of his throat. Then he lunged forward, trying to impale the vampire straight through the heart if he could. There was no running away, no chance at anything else. He had to go all or nothing here. There might not even be a chance of winning. But by hell if Asahi would go out without a fight.

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Blood. Delicious blood. Mordred felt rejuvenated as it reentered his system. Just moments before he had been expecting to starve to death but that seemed like a distant thought now. The black blood was still in his system corrupting his train of thought but at the very least his brain was no longer clouded by hunger as well. Pain still erupted throughout the entirety of his body but he had trained for stuff like this. His training as a knight and his sire had made sure of that.

In his calmer state of mind the gang leader’s eyes fell on the charging child besides him. A knife in hand it wasn’t hard to tell Yuuki was going for his heart. While the blood still urged him to slaughter Asahi with his thirst quenched the vampire noble was able to resist. Instead he recalled Avalon, which dematerialized and reentered his bloodstream. Than turns to face his enemy.

With a quick movement Mordred moved his open right palm in front of the knife direction. If all went as plan the knife would go through his palm and from there Mordred would use his stabbed hand to grab on to Asahi’s hand. It would hurt like hell for sure but if it succeeded he would use his other hand to unleashes a series of fists at Yuuki’s face while wincing in pain.

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Him dismissing his blade had been confusing to say the least, but Asahi had been too desperate to care. And moving too fast, ultimately, to alter his course when the other vampire allowed the dagger to skewer his palm, then aim a bunch of punches at Asahi’s face. Asahi staggered back as blood began seeping from his nose. His concentration utterly shattered, the tainted blood ran freely once again.

He toppled over, and started to struggle to rise. His head was dizzy from lack of blood, and the multiple shots to the face. Only sheer instinct was keeping him awake at this point. Hunger, and the fear that if he fell unconscious now he wouldn’t wake up. But hell. As he was Asahi couldn’t even stand.

Asahi was in no condition at this point to put up a real fight, and the more blows that rained down upon him the more cemented that became. Asahi was overcome quickly enough, collapsing to the ground in an unconscious heap. While Asahi’s healing factor was doing its best, there was only so much it could do against the cuts it had already gotten and the onslaught that followed.

Not to mention the healing factor itself likely knew that the black blood was no good in the first place. Even his talent was in a tizzy of how to interpret the black ooze it had injested. Pure darkness, raw chaos… But what did that mean? That was a question that would have to wait until Ozaki was awake and alert to his own mind and functions. For now he was out like a light.