Princess of Darkness (A Diabolik Lovers fanfic)

Chapter 6: The President, The Ghoul, and The Green-Eyed Monster

Song: Everybody Cries Sometimes by Damien Dawn

Abigail has been missing for several months now and Clairvious couldn't bare the pain of being separated from her. The last time he had seen her, she was preparing to go after Count Malus and the two of them had gotten into a terrible fight. Of course, the stubborn man had refused to admit his partial responsibility for the argument, because he had assumed that she would come back unharmed. How wrong he had been.

After two months had passed, the Van Helsings had given up hope of Abigail ever returning, assuming the worst had come to pass. They held a memorial service for the young hunter in the family cemetery. An empty casket was soon surrounded by soil and Clairvious couldn't have felt more hollow. Without a body to inhabit it, burying the casket felt wrong. He would shed no tears for a missing person.

Abigail wasn't dead! There was no possible way that she would be killed by the very prey that she hunted. She had just vanished into thin air, with no trace of her appearing to the man who loved her. He was as hollow as the casket that was buried, his blue eyes losing their light and becoming clouded. Without the knowledge of what happened to her, he was no longer whole.

Every night since Abigail had disappeared, Clairvious prayed for a sign from God: A sign that Abigail was still alive. That night was no different, except for one thing. Once he was finished, he thought he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. It was a flash of familiar dark brown hair. Could it be possible? Was it her?

Curiosity had always been a problem for the heir to the Belmont line. He was a cat who constantly got himself into trouble because he stuck his nose into something he wasn't supposed to. No operate conditioning was going on in his head to make him learn that this action is something that he should not follow through with. That lack of learning curve was what lead the gorgeous vampire slayer to find out who the curious intruder was.

Moving slowly and quietly as not to alert the stranger, Clairvious made his way around the corner, taking note of all of the exit routes in case if retreat was necessary. He heard the sounds of someone rummaging through the nearby shed: the weapons locker! Contained within were the worst weapons of mass destruction contained in the Belmont family arsenal. In the wrong hands, they could cause the whole area to go up in smoke. Cautiously, the platinum-blond pulled out his whip, choosing to fight rather than flee.

"Get away from there!" Clairvious shouted, getting the attention of the unknown figure. Immediately, recognition flooded his mind as he stared at the female. It was indeed Abigail, his fiancé as well as his hunting partner. The feeling inside him could only be described as ecstasy to know that she was still alive. However, his happiness soon fell into despair when he realized something about her.

Abigail was now much paler than she had previously been and the tips of her ears were sharp. No longer did she have her hair in a tight braid and she now wore primarily black. Her eyes were the most noticeable difference, though. Instead of the familiar chocolate brown they used to be, they were now violet and noticeable colder. "Clary, what are you..." she started to say.

Clary. He always did hate that nickname Abigail gave him when they were both children. Always, he thought it would make people think less of him. However, when she opened her mouth, his blue eyes caught a glimpse of her elongated canine teeth. Fangs! She had been turned!

"You're a-" Clarvious started.

"Vampire, I know," She said, raising the eyebrow with the piercing. "Who do you think did this to me?"

No words needed to be said in response to her question. The male hunter knew exactly to whom she was referring to. Both of their families had kept books filled with various vampires, each one of which was rated on a scale from one to ten on how dangerous they were to human society. Among them was this particular Count, who himself was ranked nine on the dangerous scale. It was none other than Count Malus Tepes, one of the worst that have ever been known to exist.