Princess of Darkness (A Diabolik Lovers fanfic)

Chapter 10: Malus's First Taste

The time had come for Malus to find his sister and restore her power. Ever since the death of his father, this has been his mission. It has been ingrained in his mind like seeds and the plant that grew from those seeds was ready to flower. The spell was all ready to go and the only thing missing was the girl. If he was correct, she would be here at any moment to kill him and when she arrived, he would be ready for her.

Grabbing his father's amulet, he felt a part of Alucard with him in this moment. The carved wings of a bat around a perfectly cut bloodstone tied him to all of his ancestors who had come before him: The immortal blood drinkers. Blood to a vampire is the same as water is to humans: They need it to survive and they will do anything to get it. They don't care what they have to do or whom they have to step on in their quest. However, this was about more than Malus right now: It was about the survival of his species.

A loud bang came from the other side of the chateau and that is when the blue-haired Count knew that the time had finally arrived. A teenage girl wearing a tight outfit burst into the foyer, her long brown hair tied in a tight braid and her brown eyes filled with contempt. In her hands, she held a pistol filled with silver bullets (the only substance that could annihilate her target). Abigail Van Helsing had expected a retreat from her prey; for fear to be in her enemy's eyes. She did not expect him, however, to be standing before her, a gentlemanly smile gracing his lips.

Malus couldn't help but laugh at what his younger sister had been reduced to. Trapped in a form that wasn't her own, she had lived her whole life thinking that she was a human and that her destiny was to destroy her people. That, however, was all going to change very soon. He was going to restore her powers as only he was meant to. After all, he was the only one left who was able to break the seal.

Before his sister was born, their mother had a prophetic vision that Abigail would be the savior of their dying species. However, she could also feel the coming of the hunters on the wind. The location of their home - a secret known only to the Nosferatu - had somehow been beaten out of one of their allies, now considered a traitor postmortem. Once this was found out, the plan of the parents was not to keep themselves alive, but to make sure their children survived the raid. 

The Count had been told by his father that a ritual was going to be conducted and would bind Abigail's vampirism, making her appear as an ordinary human. Her need for blood would also be bound by the magic created by the seal, so she could survive until the time came for it to be broken. Blood magic - a crimson magic as old as the Nosferatu themselves - was what bound the seal to the girl's body and only someone who shared the same blood as her would be able to break it. Malus was the only one left who could do this and the time was now.

There she was: Abigail stood before him, ready to kill her own brother (even though she didn't realize this at the time). However, Malus couldn't allow this for the sake of both of them and even though it slightly hurt him to do this, he forced himself through the pain. Dark shadows rose up from the ground and captured the young hunter, forcing her limbs together in a tight bind. Clenching her teeth, the girl was like a captured animal struggling to break free. Malus slowly approached his little sister with an expression of sadness on his face.

"My hope is that you can someday find it in your heart to forgive me for this," He said, tracing the scar on her eye. Before any angry words could leave her lips, a rush of pain ran through her. The ritual had begun.

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To this day, Count Malus knows that what he did was right. His sister was living in a false reality before she had come to him - an illusion of a life that wasn't true. If she continued to live it, she would be happy, yes, but her people would suffer as a result. Sometimes, you must sacrifice your own happiness to save others. Alucard and his mate had done this to make sure that their children would survive. Sometimes you must think of others more than of yourself, after all.