Princess of Darkness (A Diabolik Lovers fanfic)

Chapter 11: The Awakening

At last, Abigail had arrived at the chateau where the dreaded Count dwelled. The vampire that had ruined her life forever. The vampire that had stolen her humanity. The vampire that was about to die at her hand. Revenge is sweet like a delicious cake with cream in the middle and the huntress was going to savor that cake. Slam! The doors burst open and the new vampire stood firm, her sharp-nailed hands clenched into fists.

"Count Malus!" She shouted at the top of her lungs. "Come out and face me like a man, you undead beast!"

A round of slow clapping seemed to errupt from everywhere around the brunette as she glanced around, trying to find the source. A pale, icy hand grabbed a piece of her hair and started twirling it, making her jump. "I knew you would show up," said a low voice that was very familiar. There, towering over Abigail was the very man that she had been hunting for nearly a month. Count Malus had arrived!

"How?" Abigail asked him, moving so that her hair was out of reach.

"Being able to see the future has its advantages." The cobalt haired man approached the huntress, but she tried to bunch his lights out. Her fist was stopped mid-punch by his hand; a scene that came straight out of a movie. 

"Do you really think that that is going to kill me?" He raised an eyebrow in an expression that said "Really?" 

"Of course not," Abigail shouted in his direction. "But you deserve it for ruining my life."

The vampiric Count laughed at her. It was a cold, mercilous laugh that only the most sadistic of people possess. "What I did was save you from a lie." 

The violet eyes of the huntress widened at this before hardening again. With a swift kick, her silver heel nearly collided with his face. However, he was a stream of cobalt blue light as he sped away from the attack of the younger girl. The smile never left him even for a second for he knew that he was not in any real danger. Sure, Abigail may be an expert slayer, but in this moment, there were cracks in her psychology. Cracks that kept her from fighting at her best.

"Everything you thought you knew about yourself was a farce," Malus continued. "The life you lived. The people you thought of as family. All of it was a lie."

"You're the one who's lying!" Abigail shouted, taking another swing, but missing.

"Your thoughts are so distorted right now that you don't even know what the truth is."

The huntress stopped in her tracks, breathing heavy as she contemplated the Count's words. Was he really lying to her in order to delay the inevitable? Or was there truth to his word? Abigail couldn't be sure anymore.

"Do you want to know what the truth really is?" He asked her.

"The truth is that you turned me because you thought it would save your skin," Abigail said between breaths.

Malus laughed at her again. "Far from accurate. I never turned you into what you are. I can only turn humans and when that happens, they become mindless drones until they have their first sip of human blood. What I did was merely break the seal that bound your true nature."

"What are you talking about?" Abigail asked, slightly afraid.

"You are not human. You were never human. That was only an illusion created by the seal that bound your true nature. It was made with the most ancient magic that has ever existed - Blood Magic - and only someone who possesses the same blood as the person who bears the seal can break it."

A deafening silence fell upon the brunette female. Her eyes widened. "The same blood. But that would mean..."

"I believe you've figured it out... sister."