SHIFT 2 - Purgatory

The deadly dance of dueling destinies

"Oh man, that was..." Collin got elbowed in the ribs.

Coldar nodded to where Nagisa was walking slightly ahead of the other three. He had his head bent as he played with his lower lip.

"I think he really liked it." Coldar whispered.

"Shh, he can hear you." Collin stated.

"Half breed!" the name was yelled out over the crowd.

Nagisa looked up. A tall thin vampire stood on the wall that separated this street from the next. He held a shining black sword in one hand. His dark hair was pulled back from slightly pointed ears, not unlike Nagisa's own. His piercing black gaze held the small femboy vampire in his place. The pale stark angular features told of his lineage, yet Nagisa had no idea who he was.

He took the male in, in under a minute. With his free hand he shoved Coldar back, but that wasn't the only reason he dove after the werewolf. As Nagisa's hand came away, the cloth fluttered to the ground. The sword, Coldar's prized possession, was clutched in Nagisa's leftt hand.

"Don't suppose you plan on telling me who you are, ya know..." Nagisa growled. "Before I kill you?" He snarled out slipping his tongue over his fangs.

"You wounded my grandfather. My brother thinks of you as his true family! I dislike the very idea of you!" the vampire hissed.

They spoke so quickly, so softly that no one on the street who didn't have supernatural hearing would have gotten a single word of it. The man, of course he just had to be wearing a trench coat, lunged at Nagisa. The small vampire dodged easily out of the way. The man snarled.

"Lets see, I have six brothers, but only two are full vampires." Nagisa said.

The man rushed forward. He swung the sword at Nagisa's throat. It was pared away by his own blade.

"That was fast! I thought Nagisa wasn't good with weapons?" Coldar hissed

"Just curious, but have you ever seen him use a sword during combat training?" Collin smirked.

"Now that you mention it, no." Coldar admitted.

"Because it is the weapon he is most comfortable with. The one he can lose himself in while using. He doesn't like relying upon it." The cold voice spoke beside them.

The three heads turned from the fight. The person that stood in their midst, hadn't taken their eyes off the ever moving half vampire.

"Look at how he moves. They way his body flows." Mori almost smiled as they watched their brother.

"I'm sure Marcus' little declaration had its time to reach those Ellington brought with him, and I know his mom passed many years ago." Nagisa was still talking.

The sword in his hand danced as if it were of its own mind. He didn't appear to even realize he held a weapon. His two toned eyes watched the vampire across from him. Where ever the black sword swung, the silver steel in Nagisa's hand was there to block it.

"But Lucifer... his mom still lives." Nagisa saw the jaw twitch on the vampire. He had guessed right. This was a half sibling to his very own half sibling.

Nagisa straightened up. He stopped moving as he pointed the sword at the center of the others chest.

"You just lost." He commented.

The vampire cried out. An ear splitting cry that sounded closer to a banshee or bird than a vampire. It was filled with pure rage! Nagisa laughed at the anger on the others face. The black sword swiped at his shirt. The small vampire tore the remaining fabric away. He barely felt the cold nip at his exposed skin. He was in the fight. His mind narrowed to the opponent, yet his eyes saw everything around him.