Torn Asunder

A/N: The music link to the side is the song that makes me think of this 온라인카지노게임 the most. It suits the strange relationship between Dante and Valentine and hope you all like it :D

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All the trappings of mortality and morality fell away and I felt that darkling promise in my blood take control. The fear of what I was becoming vanished and I simply was all the darkness I carried inside. It felt better than I had anticipated, soothing all the hurts away and putting a healing balm on the shattered parts of me, propping me up and giving me strength where I had none on my own. I had never been a fighter, I had never been an aggressor and I had never been powerful. I was more than all three of those now and it was time to extract my pound of flesh and blood.

The vampires laughing at me didn’t know they were on borrowed time, still confident and weak as they mocked. The blonde was closest to me, eyes crinkled shut in her humour. How pathetic to take your eyes off the most dangerous creature in the room. Remembering the things she had done to me and able to imagine the things she had done to my Dante; it was easy to imagine ripping into her and through her, one obstacle between me and the door that would be bloody paste if I had my way.The fangs in my mouth ached with the need to rend her flesh but my fingers were begging for the chance to rip her apart first. If my soul was more settled into the body I wore, it would have been irresistible to go on the killing rampage I craved, but the dissonance between my spirit and the flesh was enough that I held onto my terrible rage and aimed it carefully. When the blonde vampire heaved a sigh and reached out a hand to condescendingly pet me, I uncoiled the attack she never saw coming.

My jaw locked around the meat of her hand, teeth sinking in cruelly as she instinctively tried to pull her hand free and my fingers dug into the flesh of her chest, tearing through fabric and flesh with ease. Her slight frame was nothing compared to the powerful body I piloted and I pressed her against the floor in my attack. As she squealed in pain, bone started to shatter into shards as I dug in, feeling the others react to my attack too slow, too late. With the barricade of her ribs ripped away, I could close my large hand around her cold, dead heart. Even if she didn’t need it to pump blood, when I ripped it out of her chest, there would be no coming back to life for her. Isabeau slumped to the floor, truly dead and I bite a chunk of flesh from her heart, feeling the cold juices slick down my throat and satiate some of my anger, but it remained unquenchable. Hands landed on my body, tearing me away from Isabeau to try and salvage the situation but Lucretia’s keening alerted them all that it was far, far too late.

The queen vampire could feel the true death of her Childe and I felt a lifting of some of the bonds on me as I began killing those that had taken my Dante.

And even though I knew that Lucretia’s Call would summon the other vampires to control me, my rage wasn’t so blinding that I stayed on the attack. It was a cruel, vicious monster that wanted complete retribution for all the hurts we had been inflicted with but it wanted to survive to witness it. So as I felt the echo of Lucretia’s Call go out, and her will try to wrap terror around my mind, I clawed open her face and ran past her. Now was not the time to stay and fight, though I greatly craved more fresh blood. Shoving my way through the grasping and pulling hands of the other, weak vampires in the den, none were strong enough to arrest my momentum forward and soon enough I had burst out the doors and into the steely grey of predawn.

Those that would pursue me cowered back inside, the brightening light no danger to me but a death sentence to them. The rational woman I had once been couldn’t figure out how the body was vampire but the soul wasn’t, but as we were now I couldn’t care less. I had the body that could travel without rest and nothing in the universe would stop me from reaching the half of my soul that was crying out for me. I could feel it resonating over the distance, a siren’s call that guided me with nothing more tangible than a sense of ‘this direction’ and ‘not this direction’. But it was enough to start my feet shambling forward and I knew that my quest towards it would allow me to quench my terrible Thirst. There was nothing to stop me and anything that tried I would gladly Feed upon. My fist squeezed around the heart I’d kept a hold of and I lifted it to my crimson stained lips, tearing another chunk out of to chew upon. I didn’t need more than the blood but I enjoyed the act of rending my foe into bite sized pieces. It suited my mood and added a bounce to my step as I moved.

We should have been nothing more than a savage monster, Dante’s body and I, but somehow we remained aware that daylight meant lots of food, but also danger of detection and capture. I could feel the creeping of seconds as the light brightened microscopically. We would soon be too obvious and I refused to stop for any obstacle. A normal vampire will use their strength with awareness that the more they pull on their Hunger now, the stronger it will be and the more blood it required to satisfy later. They try to find the balance between strength and reasonable Hunger, and that self limitation kept them from becoming ravening monsters that with unquenchable thirst and unimaginable power until finally put down. Because past a certain point  the only blood with enough latent power to support a Ravener belonged to the other creatures that go bump in the night. And they did not take kindly to being hunted like kine.

Aware of the threats that would chase me, I gave the Hunger everything it wanted anyways, not caring that I would have to drown the world in blood to repay the debt I was building in myself to reach my Dante in time. I summoned the Hunger to me, letting it build and grow, evolve and adapt inside of me as I took away every barrier I’d ever had to it. I stopped being aware of the reality I hated and began to RUN.

It wasn’t human, and it wasn’t even just the quick speed one sees in Hollywood. With the Hunger in control, the body was moving fast enough that I would be out of Mumbai before the sun crested the horizon, and out of India before noon. And at that time there would have to be blood to allow this rapid movement to continue. Internally the Hunger pinged and resonated to the other half, echoing across the continent from me. My Dante was weak and injured and the Hunger I used to bring us together bled over, destroying the lines between us as it tried to Feed him strength as well. There would be no way to support this kind of connection for long but I wasn’t functioning on mortal time anymore either.

If I could have spared a rational thought I would have worried about the damage this was doing to my Dante’s body but the closest to rational thought I was managing was to run even faster as I felt the echo of pain from my Dante.

There were only some many demands I could make on the body I wore. It was weakened and tired and so very strange compared to my own flesh. I was a machine of death and retribution and that had come at the cost of other aspects. The sacrifices were given and forgotten, the loss not mourned as I sped on, able to see the golden spotlight of hundreds of humans, using the terrain to my advantage to remain invisible. I was moving so quickly that most wouldn’t see me but I was slowing down already.

More pain hit me from Dante and it slowed me further, bleeding my strength away as I began to tire. One thing only would help with this: blood. And this was not Fed with one life. The screaming need to keep moving hit me, so near to impossible to deny but the blood was now stronger. The sun burned brightly overhead and I stood in the streets of some town, the air tasting like sand and dust with the sweet spice of bloody copper almost hidden. Fangs pressed into the soft flesh of the inside of my lip, and my body throbbed with a more carnal arousal, both pressures feral and dangerous. With the pain from my Dante whipping me into action, I embraced the bloody murder to me and found my first victim.

It was noon and they were not safe from me as I tore the young man’s throat out, his companion screaming. She ran while I drained him of what blood I could. But the primal nature I had given in to couldn’t resist a fleeing prey and I bounded after the girl while his body fell to the floor and cooled. The woman gave one lasty gusty shriek before her voice gurgled out, voice box punctured in my haste to feed. I savaged at her neck, the hollow ache of my veins demanding much more before it eased.

There was no gender or face for the next three victims, found together and destroyed before any could escape. It helped to drive the pain back, strength inflating me again as Dante hurt elsewhere. Shudders passed through me as I shambled to the edge of the small town. I hardly noticed that there was no glow around this place anymore, their blood feeding my Run. But as I started off again, the great speed took me into the mountains before suddenly the pain Dante was in crested and I felt something inside rip away.

Falling to my knees on the hard, painful ground, I could barely remain conscience. Something had just happened and I feared. Oh I feared the worst. That my Dante was gone and I had failed him. But then I felt the tendrils of my other half touch me, hurt and raw but alive. I latched onto the touch of my Dante and swallowed it in, never wanting the separation again. And as the last of the immortal strength slipped from the flesh I wore to fill him now that he needed it, I understood that my part of this rescue was over. It was his turn now to survive and come find me. I’d burned his body out. I needed to rest, the horrors inside my blood tamed while they recovered my body. Muscles, bones and ligaments would all heal as I rested, the Brute that our combined Hunger had become giving my Dante the strength he needed but it would return. When he no longer demanded it, the Brute would be mine again. And then it would be time to Run again, followed by another Feeding. Blood dripped in my vision as I was sucked under and I fell into a near coma with the blissful dream of massacre in my mind.

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A/N: sorry for the delay. Yes Valentine has pretty much lost her mind, and this side of her is dangerous. Wonder what's happening on Dante's side of things to be provoking her so much...? :P I'm mean, I know :P