Strings of Fate

9th String: A Mission To Accomplish - 2nd Half

9th String (2nd Half) :

A Mission To Accomplish

×Natalie's POV×

As I walked away from Leonel, my anxiety grew even more. I had a friend... someone who could actually help me fight, and increase the chances of winning against the Varvakeion, but I refused. And I didn't regret it. But I was anxious about what's going to come out of everything. Let's say I win, would their leader stop launching attacks? I doubt that. The Varvakeion never lost, meaning their Meister must always have something hidden up his sleeves. Something big. And say that I lost, my clan would not only be destroyed, they'd be wiped out. Both circumstances just doesn't do me any good.

It wasn't long before I saw something, too. Something gray or silver. Those were the Varvakeion I guess. Their eyes. I don't know why but they always use turned vamps as pawns. It's not my business, and I don't give a damn, but they were attacking my clan, and they were going to pay the price. This is treason. Fighting against your own kind? Great. Not.

I heard shuffling behind me, thanks to my bionic ears (meh), and I pulled out one of my daggers and quickly turned around, throwing the dagger at the source of the sound. I heard the inhuman shriek before I saw the vampire. I looked at him coldly, and no, I didn't examine his appearance, I mean, what for? He's going to be dead in seconds anyway, because the dagger went through him. It actually pierced his head, or skull, whatever. And not like what they say in books or what you see in movies (I know, cause Alex forced me to watch it, which didn't end up good, cause I only criticized the things I saw in it), turned vampires aren't as powerful as the born ones, those who'd been vampires ever since they were conceived. They're kind of weak, really, and insane too. Sometimes.

And sure enough, the Rogue burned fast, and became a pile of ashes, but not before letting out an eardrum-bursting scream. I rubbed my ears, irritated. So this is how they plan to defeat me, by making me weak by letting out deafening sounds? Ugh. I seriously thought they could do better than that. Plus, this isn't really working on me, I'm a Royal for Pete's sake. Did they think I'd be deaf because of creepy shrieks? Duh? I'm not weak.

I haven't even moved a muscle, not even a twitch, when I heard many rustling sounds. I sighed. More turned vampires? Freaky Rogues? Ugh. What a pain in the butt.

(A/N: Things'll be a bit gruesome after this... just a warning to those eating. )

One redhead swung his fist at me, which I'd avoided by ducking, and I swiped my left foot, making him fall on the ground. His head even accidentally hit a rock, and he glared at me, hissing. Sheesh, now it's my fault? What, did I suddenly have a shadow clone who put it there when I low kicked him? So stupid. He got up and jumped towards me, swinging his fists rapidly. I caught every one of them, and would anyone believe me if I said it was easy? Yep, professional fighters, probably. This one was focusing on hurting me, duh, and he wasn't trained. I'd had enough after 5 seconds of him stupidly throwing pathetic punches and I decided to end it. If this goes on any longer, I'd probably end up giving him a lesson, although he would always try to cut my head off.

I stepped back, I needed the distance to kick his head, and swung my right leg upwards. He was completely open, and my leg hit his chin--very quickly might I add, since he didn't even try to block it. His head jolted upwards, and I took my chance. My right hand, which held the dagger, immediately flew up, stabbing his throat. The force I'd applied was kind of too much, I think, because not only did the blade of the dagger go though his nape, but even a small part of the handle got inside. I scrunched up my face in disgust. Ew! It touched his throat!

The guy started choking and spitting some of his blood on my face. Ugh! This is why killing vampires irritate me! Why In the hell couldn't they die just by slitting throats or stabs?! This dagger is made of copper! He should have been killed! I held the dagger tighter, sidestepped, and forcefully swung it sideways, cutting half of the vampire's neck. He tried to scream, but it ended up a croak, cause of his throat 'injury'. I couldn't stand any more of his antics. I thought of high kicking his face again so he would stop, but then remembered the dagger I was holding. I jumped back and threw the dagger at his mouth. His croaks were pissing me off. The dagger passed through his mouth easily, (like, duh, it was open) pierced the skin at the back of his head, and flew outside, hitting a tree trunk. The copper along the edge of the dagger was now enough to kill him, which I was thankful for, even if he croaked again, before finally becoming ash.