Princess of Darkness (A Diabolik Lovers fanfic)

Chapter 8: Abigail's Rage

Ever since awakening as a vampire, everything felt hot to Abigail. Though her blood ran cold, the heat of pure unbridled rage kept her warm. This anger and lust for revenge was enough to fuel her, giving her the drive to act. It was alive in every step she took to find the one who had caused this whole problem for her: the dreaded Count Malus. No longer did she hunt him because he was a threat to humankind. Now, she wanted to end him because he took away her humanity.

Each step that the vampiric female made through the woods made a loud crunch beneath her feet as the dead leaves flaked about. Though she was trying to be completely quiet, she couldn't still the sound of her breathing or the quiet clop of her heals over the occasional rock. Stealth is a necessity for a vampire hunter as much as food and water is. A vampire's hearing is stronger than a human's, after all, which means that one noise could be the difference between life and death. The brunette, however, now has an advanced healing factor, death is the least of her worries.

The whereabouts of the Count remained a mystery, but Abigail did have a lead on another individual. He was an older vampire, one that had been around for over a century or so. His name is Giles and he lived in a secluded hut in the woods. Very little was known about the man, as he was so reclusive that he hadn't left his home in years. However, the vampiric female had reasons to believe that he had some connections to the Count. Any connection was better than no connection at all, so she thought that it was worth the risk.

She knocked roughly on the mahogany door. "Open up or I'm breaking down the door!" She shouted loud enough so that the person inside could hear her, not that she needed to be loud. A vampire has the hearing range of a kangaroo. Thus, even the tiniest sound would send the occupant running to the door at break-neck speed. Perhaps they would teleport to the door. There was no way to know what the stranger would do or how they would act.

Silence filled Abigail's pointy ears, threatening to give her an ear infection. Pressure was slowly building under the surface and the opening on the door finally popped the cork. Standing in the entrance was a man who seemed in his mid-twenties, but looked heavily exhausted. He wore a crumpled suit, a pair of (possibly fake) glasses, and had his hair slicked back. It gave him the air of a very dignified man-servant, even though he purposely shut the world out for an incredibly long time.

"Who are you?" He asked, his face like stone, but tension boiling under the surface. The man looked a bit young to Abigail, but she knew that appearances could be deceiving. This man was actually over one hundred years old (because he's a vampire). This man had more experience in the world than she herself had. Thus, she had to be very careful while dealing with Giles.

"That doesn't matter," said the female, stepping through the threshold without a word of welcome from the host. "I have a few questions for you if you don't mind me asking."

An annoyed expression appeared on the elder's face. Who did this woman think she was? Barging into his home without an invitation. Not giving him a warning that she was coming. It is called common courtesy and she could at least put some of it into practice. Instead, he is stuck with this mess. Anger doesn't even begin to describe what Giles was feeling. However, even though he is a vampire, he is willing to answer this lady's questions with whatever shred of dignity he has remaining.

"All right, Miss," he said. "Proceed."

"What is your relationship with the vampire, Count Malus?"

Malus! Giles hadn't heard that name spoken by anyone in two years! Even he refused to speak it, as whenever he did, he felt as though some invisible entity was trying to strangle him. Though he had raised the boy since the deaths of his parents, he still feared the child, as he was much more powerful than he. With the snap of his fingers, the young Count could reduce anyone he despised to ashes. It was for the best interest of everyone that they didn't get on his bad side.