I posted this up a while ago on my livejournal account for only my friends list to see, but it's probably about time I let others see it. It's not completely finished but it should give people an idea where the chapter's heading. Maybe.
Halloween Special
Part Two – Fang and Claw
Disclaimer: I own neither Mai HiME nor any concepts used in Underworld.
Warning: This is rated T for violence and sexual references.
Notes: This part is long overdue, I realise, but I have been awfully busy so I hope you can forgive me for that. This story will only have these two parts.
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She blinked, the gloominess of the tunnel obscuring Natsuki’s view of any possible threats. Her breaths came in short, ragged spurts and her muscles were beginning to feel the strain of prolonged exertion. She leant over, resting her hands on her knees and taking in deep breaths to steady herself. Natsuki was unaware of how long she’d been running for and even where she was. The tunnels all looked the same in the darkness, even with her heightened senses. Damn, there’s so many of them, she cursed internally.
Once her pulse had returned to a somewhat normal speed, Natsuki straightened her posture, feeling each of her muscles cry out in complaint as she did so. She rolled her shoulders to work out the knots that were beginning to amass there. That encounter in the subway had obviously taken more out of her than she had, at first, realised. Natsuki frowned at the thought, disliking that this vampire elder could affect her so much. Where had she gotten to anyway?
She glanced up and down the tunnel but could pick up no signs of movement, visually or aurally. She tilted her head back a little and sniffed the air, taking in the many scents that filled the old tunnels. Within the haze of mildew, iron and dust was a hint of something she immediately honed in on. Blood. Any young werewolf might mistake its metallic scent for the rusting girders that lined the walls of this place but she could easily pick out the differences. Moreover, she could tell it wasn’t human blood. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck bristle as she narrowed her eyes. There was a vampire nearby. A wounded vampire.
Natsuki instinctively pressed herself up against the nearest wall, making sure she wouldn’t be any easier a target than she already was. She could feel the damp stone behind her, the rough texture coated with something that felt worryingly slimy and she found herself cursing the vampire elder for the umpteenth time for damaging her clothing. That thought brought back the chain of events that followed. She still couldn’t fathom Shizuru’s reasoning for blocking those bullets. Her words had been echoing in her mind since she had said them but Natsuki couldn’t believe that was the motivation. There had to be something else. Was she trying to mess with her head? That seemed like something she would do; elders tended to be subtler with their plotting.
The werewolf let out a frustrated breath, annoyed that she was thinking about that vampire yet again. What was it about her? She should be worrying about getting herself out of this maze, not about the inner workings of a vampire’s mind. Shaking her head, she cleared her mind as best she could and looked up and down the tunnel once more. It was hard to tell which direction the scent of blood came from and she wasn’t entirely sure if she wanted to be heading toward it or away from it.
This particular tunnel appeared to curve off to the east at one end, whilst the other seemed to go on straight for quite a way. The inky darkness didn’t aid in making the decision any easier either. There was a small hatch nearby which led back into the tunnel from which she had emerged and she certainly wasn’t going to retrace her steps now. She didn’t want to risk running into those gunmen nor did she think she’d be able to recognise the route she had come.
Deciding that she had always preferred curves anyway, she took a step towards the northern end of the tunnel. At least, she believed it was north; she had always had a good sense for that kind of thing. Her booted foot hit a small puddle of water and the resulting noise echoed down the length of the tunnel, causing Natsuki to cringe. It seemed unbearably loud to her but was probably only a slight sound that would have been hard to pick up by anyone other than a werewolf or vampire. She hoped so anyway. Besides, if her previous running hadn’t garnered any attention, walking carefully through puddles wasn’t likely to.
Natsuki pressed onwards, eyeing the ground warily with each step, her other senses on full alert for any signs that she wasn’t alone. She made her way around the bend in the tunnel and looked up to see a long stretch of darkness. A crease marred her brow as she frowned, knowing that if an ambush awaited her, it’d be too late by the time she realised it. Alcoves in the walls, obstacles in the passageways and low visibility made it perfect conditions for a surprise attack.
She was no coward though. She had decided on this route so this way she would go. Perhaps that just makes me stubborn, she pondered. Shrugging, she moved forwards, her eyes darting from stone to floor to barrel. No object was left untouched by her emerald gaze. After several minutes of slow progress, her muscles began to relax a little and the prospect of an ambush began to fade, at least in this part of the tunnel. She debated the idea of allowing the transformation to occur down here so she might be able to use her senses to better effect but she was still reticent about it. That form gave many benefits but she also believed it took a little of her humanity from her in return and she didn’t like that at all.
Natsuki rolled her eyes and shook her head again. She was probably over-thinking it and she found it quite annoying when those moments of deep thought came along. Her right hand moved to one of the holsters at her ribs as she continued to edge along the passage, the fingers brushing against the cool metal of her pistol. Her fingers twitched as faint noises resounded off the walls of the tunnel, making it difficult to place where they had come from. She wondered if it was merely this old network of passageways that made those noises or if there was a more animated cause.
After a few moments, she spotted a recess in the stone and, as she neared, she saw a metal door set into it. She paused in front of it and looked it over, noting that there was no handle, only a lock. She leaned in to inspect the lock further, pressing her palm flat against the door. She almost stumbled forwards as the door swung open with a slight creak. Natsuki straightened herself and peered past the metal, squinting into the darkness. It appeared to lead into some sort of room and not another tunnel such as the one she stood in. That seemed fairly promising to her.
Without further thought, she slipped past the door and into the room, blinking several times as her eyes adjusted to the even darker lighting level. Something caught her attention across the other side of the room though and she took a few steps forwards. There was a faint glow of light coming from a crack in the opposite wall. She guessed there was a door there but she couldn’t see it. She waited several more minutes until she could make out the slightest outline of a doorframe.
She took careful steps forwards until she reached the door. Now that she was closer, she could make out the surrounding objects fairly well. There was a small table off to her left and what looked like a notice board against the wall to her right. She ignored those though and focused her attention on the door in front of her. The glow of light seeped under the door and illuminated only an inch or so of the floor. She placed a hand against the door and leaned in towards it, turning her head to the side so she could listen more efficiently.
No sounds came from the room beyond as far as she could tell. She sniffed a few times, taking in the scents of the room she stood in and there was that faint odour of blood again. The same as she’d smelt before. It seemed stronger now though and she wondered if she’d chosen the right direction after all. Her fingers brushed against the metallic doorknob as she dropped her hand a little and she paused, some instinct prickling at the back of her mind. Something told her opening this door might not be a particularly good idea.
Natsuki sighed softly, deciding that she was becoming paranoid. Many years of being hunted could do that to a girl. She found it rather ironic how often she found herself the prey when she was supposedly a born hunter. If it wasn’t vampires after her hide, then it was self-styled monster hunters or some ancient organisation. She couldn’t quite decide which was worse.
She turned her attention back to the door and the room beyond. Her curiosity getting the better of her, she gripped the doorknob and turned it, hearing the door open with a soft click. She pushed it open slowly, her heartbeat quickening slightly with anticipation. Light spilled out across the floor of the room she stood in, touching her boots before spreading up across her legs. She pressed her back against the door as she continued to open it and peered into the other room.
Natsuki could make out yet another table in the corner nearest her. It held a few pieces of paper and a pen but nothing else that she could see. The tiled floor was dusty and it had been recently disturbed so she knew someone had been through here. Whether it had been in the last few minutes or hours, it was hard to tell. She edged into the room slightly and peeked around the door, noting several filing cabinets along the far wall and an overturned chair.
Her gaze slid along the width of the room until it met something that was moving. Barely. Natsuki felt her brow furrow as she noted the black leather splayed out across the floor. A trickle of perspiration slid down her back, causing her to involuntarily shiver and she hadn’t even realised how stuffy it was in this area. She stepped further into the room, quickly closing the door behind her as her right hand gripped her pistol but she didn’t withdraw it from its holster.
She could now see that the leather-clad figure was slumped against the wall in one corner of the room; the only view of their head was a mass of chestnut hair. Recognition had already struck her and she found her mouth unusually dry all of a sudden. Shizuru. From the small shudders that shook the other woman’s shoulders, Natsuki reasoned that she was in a lot of pain. Those bullets had done more damage than she’d let on. Yet, Natsuki couldn’t fathom why that bothered her.
She glanced around the room quickly and ascertained that no one else was in it before quickly moving forwards towards the vampire. She paused a few feet in front of her, the prospect that this was a ploy entering her mind. She quickly discarded that thought though. Although Shizuru seemed to like playing with her prey, she was more than capable of attacking Natsuki head-on even in her injured condition. As hard to admit as that was for the werewolf.
Natsuki lowered herself to her knees and tried to assess Shizuru’s situation as best she could from her distance. She quickly noted the red blade lying beside the vampire. I don’t remember seeing her pick that up… She edged forwards and reached out towards Shizuru’s knee with one hand but hesitated before she could touch it. Did she even want to help the elder? They were mortal enemies after all and her whole purpose for being here was to kill her. She frowned at the thought. The vampire had saved her life though, at risk to her own. Or unlife, whatever.
She gripped one of her pistols tightly with her right hand once more and released it from its holster. She glanced down at it for a moment, indecision clouding her mind. Finally, she raised it, bringing the barrel level with Shizuru’s head. Natsuki clenched her teeth, the idea of shooting her whilst she was helpless leaving a bad taste in her mouth. Her pack may not have had a problem with killing this elder whilst she was in this state but Natsuki certainly did; there was no honour in it.
“Damn it…” she breathed, unable to hold the curse in as her hand shook slightly. Why can’t I just pull the trigger?
She inhaled sharply and her eyes widened as she felt something clamp around her wrist. Cool fingers gripped her arm firmly and moved it so the gun was pointed away from Shizuru’s head. Natsuki’s eyes flicked between her wrist and the vampire’s hair. She felt a shiver creep down her spine as red eyes peered back at her through a curtain of chestnut. Her muscles weakened under that intense gaze and she thought she might drop her weapon altogether but she managed to hang onto it.
“Natsuki…” came a low whisper that sent a shudder through her. She swallowed hard, expecting some form of attack to come. Shizuru had toyed with her previously but she didn’t expect the elder to be so playful when a gun was pointed at her so closely.
When no such attack came, she yanked her arm out of Shizuru’s grip, the cold sensation of her fingers lingering on Natsuki’s skin. Scrambling backwards a few feet, she pointed the gun at Shizuru once more, her senses on full alert. Why hadn’t she attacked? Surely she knows I mean to kill her. Perhaps the vampire was more affected by her injuries than Natsuki had first thought.
Moments passed as Natsuki was frozen in that position, a crimson gaze holding her captive, her resolve wavering. Instincts battled within her for dominance. The wolf inside her told her to kill this vampire and be done with it, fulfilling her duty to the pack, but every ounce of her humanity screamed at her to lower the weapon. A part of her felt she owed Shizuru at least a half-decent chance to defend herself when the final blow came, for saving her back in the subway.
The intensity in Shizuru’s eyes faded and she dropped her gaze suddenly, a small sound escaping the elder’s throat as she lurched forwards in pain. Thoughts of assassinating her immediately fled Natsuki’s mind and she lowered her gun, shifting closer to the other woman in order to assist her. Placing a hand on a leather clad shoulder, Natsuki pushed Shizuru back against the wall so she could get a better look at her face.
Shizuru leant back awkwardly, resting her head against the wall as her features returned to normal, hiding any hints of pain. Natsuki could tell that it was taking quite some effort to do and wondered if it was pride that forced her to do that or the need to hide any form of weakness from her enemies. She watched as the elder’s lips parted ever so slightly, as if she was about to speak. Shizuru paused before looking Natsuki directly in the eye.
“Natsuki is rather torn, it seems,” she murmured quietly, her voice somewhat strained.
“I told you to…” Natsuki trailed off, her ire losing its steam very quickly as she noted the pain in Shizuru’s eyes. That was one place she couldn’t keep some degree of emotion from showing. The werewolf let out a resigned sigh as she glanced towards the only exit from the room. “We’d better get moving.”
“We?” the elder questioned, an eyebrow quirked.
Natsuki forced herself not to react to the question, her immediate instinct to angrily deflect it. “You heard right.”
The small smile that tugged at one corner of Shizuru’s lips only made the task of remaining stoic all the harder. “I need a little longer before I can move.”
Natsuki eyed the vampire for several moments, trying to gauge the true extent of her injuries. She would have thought that Shizuru could still move, albeit painfully, as she managed to get here fairly quickly. “Really..?” she asked doubtfully.
Shizuru nodded once but didn’t say another word. Instead, her eyes shifted to the door, her body stiffening. The action caused Natsuki’s senses to bristle and she instinctually knew danger was close, her own gaze falling upon the door. She listened carefully, attempting to discern what had caused this reaction in them both. Her heightened sense of hearing picked up the slightest movement from outside the room; possibly in the tunnel she had travelled through previously. She couldn’t be sure what the sound was though, as the echoes of this place distorted it.
A hand gripping her forearm almost startled her and she glanced down at Shizuru’s hand once before looking her in the eye. The vampire answered the silent question in a hushed tone. “I’m afraid I cannot assist you this time.”
Natsuki swallowed her pride, fighting against the urge to tell the elder that she didn’t need her assistance anyway. Instead, she pushed herself up into a crouching position and began to move towards the door. “Stay here, and stay quiet,” she ordered, before sidling up to the door and closing her fingers around the handle.
She opened the door painfully slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible. Of course, if there was someone standing, watching on the other side of the door, all the precaution in the world wouldn’t stop her action from going unnoticed. She hoped her luck wasn’t quite that bad. Once the slightest gap was made between the door and its frame, she peered into the other room, the dim light not assisting her view of it very much. From the angle, she couldn’t see if someone was there or not, but she could pick up the faintest scent of human.
Her muscles tensed automatically as her mind sped through a list of possible threats, Searrs being at the top of that long flow of names. Steeling herself, she clenched her jaw as she pushed the door open further, relief filling her as she saw the room was empty. Whoever was around, hadn’t discovered this area yet. But she couldn’t relax, there was every chance they were standing right outside in the tunnel.
She took one last glance behind her at the slumped frame of Shizuru before slipping into the next room, moving quickly to the other door. Natsuki pressed herself up against the hard, cold stone of the wall to the right of the door, forcing herself to be as still as possible. Then, she merely waited and listened. She knew Searrs were thorough, determined, and relentless in their fanaticism and they wouldn’t leave any room untouched down here. It would be only a matter of time before confrontation found her once more.
The slightest scuffle from the tunnel reached her ears and she stiffened, pressing herself closer to that wall as if she could merge into it. Another scuffle. And then another. Someone was coming closer. The sound stopped for several moments and she found herself holding her breath. The clicking of the door as someone gripped the handle sounded unbearably loud and Natsuki’s pulse quickened in anticipation. She readied herself, preparing to ambush anyone stepping through that door.
She watched as the door handle turned, in a similar manner to how she’d opened the previous door. There was a soft click as the door was released from the frame and it was pushed open. The door continued to swing on its own momentum but no one appeared and Natsuki could feel a trickle of perspiration slide down her neck. Whoever was there was being incredibly cautious. Damn them, where did they get good training?
When several more moments passed without as much as a sound, she grew impatient. She strained to try and hear something, the background noise of this place obscuring most signs of life. She could just make out the quick rhythm of her opponent’s breathing. Whilst it wasn’t quite fast enough to denote fear, she could tell they were in a fairly excited state. Whether that was from nerves or anticipation, she didn’t know.
Warning: This is rated T for violence and sexual references.
Notes: This part is long overdue, I realise, but I have been awfully busy so I hope you can forgive me for that. This story will only have these two parts.
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She blinked, the gloominess of the tunnel obscuring Natsuki’s view of any possible threats. Her breaths came in short, ragged spurts and her muscles were beginning to feel the strain of prolonged exertion. She leant over, resting her hands on her knees and taking in deep breaths to steady herself. Natsuki was unaware of how long she’d been running for and even where she was. The tunnels all looked the same in the darkness, even with her heightened senses. Damn, there’s so many of them, she cursed internally.
Once her pulse had returned to a somewhat normal speed, Natsuki straightened her posture, feeling each of her muscles cry out in complaint as she did so. She rolled her shoulders to work out the knots that were beginning to amass there. That encounter in the subway had obviously taken more out of her than she had, at first, realised. Natsuki frowned at the thought, disliking that this vampire elder could affect her so much. Where had she gotten to anyway?
She glanced up and down the tunnel but could pick up no signs of movement, visually or aurally. She tilted her head back a little and sniffed the air, taking in the many scents that filled the old tunnels. Within the haze of mildew, iron and dust was a hint of something she immediately honed in on. Blood. Any young werewolf might mistake its metallic scent for the rusting girders that lined the walls of this place but she could easily pick out the differences. Moreover, she could tell it wasn’t human blood. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck bristle as she narrowed her eyes. There was a vampire nearby. A wounded vampire.
Natsuki instinctively pressed herself up against the nearest wall, making sure she wouldn’t be any easier a target than she already was. She could feel the damp stone behind her, the rough texture coated with something that felt worryingly slimy and she found herself cursing the vampire elder for the umpteenth time for damaging her clothing. That thought brought back the chain of events that followed. She still couldn’t fathom Shizuru’s reasoning for blocking those bullets. Her words had been echoing in her mind since she had said them but Natsuki couldn’t believe that was the motivation. There had to be something else. Was she trying to mess with her head? That seemed like something she would do; elders tended to be subtler with their plotting.
The werewolf let out a frustrated breath, annoyed that she was thinking about that vampire yet again. What was it about her? She should be worrying about getting herself out of this maze, not about the inner workings of a vampire’s mind. Shaking her head, she cleared her mind as best she could and looked up and down the tunnel once more. It was hard to tell which direction the scent of blood came from and she wasn’t entirely sure if she wanted to be heading toward it or away from it.
This particular tunnel appeared to curve off to the east at one end, whilst the other seemed to go on straight for quite a way. The inky darkness didn’t aid in making the decision any easier either. There was a small hatch nearby which led back into the tunnel from which she had emerged and she certainly wasn’t going to retrace her steps now. She didn’t want to risk running into those gunmen nor did she think she’d be able to recognise the route she had come.
Deciding that she had always preferred curves anyway, she took a step towards the northern end of the tunnel. At least, she believed it was north; she had always had a good sense for that kind of thing. Her booted foot hit a small puddle of water and the resulting noise echoed down the length of the tunnel, causing Natsuki to cringe. It seemed unbearably loud to her but was probably only a slight sound that would have been hard to pick up by anyone other than a werewolf or vampire. She hoped so anyway. Besides, if her previous running hadn’t garnered any attention, walking carefully through puddles wasn’t likely to.
Natsuki pressed onwards, eyeing the ground warily with each step, her other senses on full alert for any signs that she wasn’t alone. She made her way around the bend in the tunnel and looked up to see a long stretch of darkness. A crease marred her brow as she frowned, knowing that if an ambush awaited her, it’d be too late by the time she realised it. Alcoves in the walls, obstacles in the passageways and low visibility made it perfect conditions for a surprise attack.
She was no coward though. She had decided on this route so this way she would go. Perhaps that just makes me stubborn, she pondered. Shrugging, she moved forwards, her eyes darting from stone to floor to barrel. No object was left untouched by her emerald gaze. After several minutes of slow progress, her muscles began to relax a little and the prospect of an ambush began to fade, at least in this part of the tunnel. She debated the idea of allowing the transformation to occur down here so she might be able to use her senses to better effect but she was still reticent about it. That form gave many benefits but she also believed it took a little of her humanity from her in return and she didn’t like that at all.
Natsuki rolled her eyes and shook her head again. She was probably over-thinking it and she found it quite annoying when those moments of deep thought came along. Her right hand moved to one of the holsters at her ribs as she continued to edge along the passage, the fingers brushing against the cool metal of her pistol. Her fingers twitched as faint noises resounded off the walls of the tunnel, making it difficult to place where they had come from. She wondered if it was merely this old network of passageways that made those noises or if there was a more animated cause.
After a few moments, she spotted a recess in the stone and, as she neared, she saw a metal door set into it. She paused in front of it and looked it over, noting that there was no handle, only a lock. She leaned in to inspect the lock further, pressing her palm flat against the door. She almost stumbled forwards as the door swung open with a slight creak. Natsuki straightened herself and peered past the metal, squinting into the darkness. It appeared to lead into some sort of room and not another tunnel such as the one she stood in. That seemed fairly promising to her.
Without further thought, she slipped past the door and into the room, blinking several times as her eyes adjusted to the even darker lighting level. Something caught her attention across the other side of the room though and she took a few steps forwards. There was a faint glow of light coming from a crack in the opposite wall. She guessed there was a door there but she couldn’t see it. She waited several more minutes until she could make out the slightest outline of a doorframe.
She took careful steps forwards until she reached the door. Now that she was closer, she could make out the surrounding objects fairly well. There was a small table off to her left and what looked like a notice board against the wall to her right. She ignored those though and focused her attention on the door in front of her. The glow of light seeped under the door and illuminated only an inch or so of the floor. She placed a hand against the door and leaned in towards it, turning her head to the side so she could listen more efficiently.
No sounds came from the room beyond as far as she could tell. She sniffed a few times, taking in the scents of the room she stood in and there was that faint odour of blood again. The same as she’d smelt before. It seemed stronger now though and she wondered if she’d chosen the right direction after all. Her fingers brushed against the metallic doorknob as she dropped her hand a little and she paused, some instinct prickling at the back of her mind. Something told her opening this door might not be a particularly good idea.
Natsuki sighed softly, deciding that she was becoming paranoid. Many years of being hunted could do that to a girl. She found it rather ironic how often she found herself the prey when she was supposedly a born hunter. If it wasn’t vampires after her hide, then it was self-styled monster hunters or some ancient organisation. She couldn’t quite decide which was worse.
She turned her attention back to the door and the room beyond. Her curiosity getting the better of her, she gripped the doorknob and turned it, hearing the door open with a soft click. She pushed it open slowly, her heartbeat quickening slightly with anticipation. Light spilled out across the floor of the room she stood in, touching her boots before spreading up across her legs. She pressed her back against the door as she continued to open it and peered into the other room.
Natsuki could make out yet another table in the corner nearest her. It held a few pieces of paper and a pen but nothing else that she could see. The tiled floor was dusty and it had been recently disturbed so she knew someone had been through here. Whether it had been in the last few minutes or hours, it was hard to tell. She edged into the room slightly and peeked around the door, noting several filing cabinets along the far wall and an overturned chair.
Her gaze slid along the width of the room until it met something that was moving. Barely. Natsuki felt her brow furrow as she noted the black leather splayed out across the floor. A trickle of perspiration slid down her back, causing her to involuntarily shiver and she hadn’t even realised how stuffy it was in this area. She stepped further into the room, quickly closing the door behind her as her right hand gripped her pistol but she didn’t withdraw it from its holster.
She could now see that the leather-clad figure was slumped against the wall in one corner of the room; the only view of their head was a mass of chestnut hair. Recognition had already struck her and she found her mouth unusually dry all of a sudden. Shizuru. From the small shudders that shook the other woman’s shoulders, Natsuki reasoned that she was in a lot of pain. Those bullets had done more damage than she’d let on. Yet, Natsuki couldn’t fathom why that bothered her.
She glanced around the room quickly and ascertained that no one else was in it before quickly moving forwards towards the vampire. She paused a few feet in front of her, the prospect that this was a ploy entering her mind. She quickly discarded that thought though. Although Shizuru seemed to like playing with her prey, she was more than capable of attacking Natsuki head-on even in her injured condition. As hard to admit as that was for the werewolf.
Natsuki lowered herself to her knees and tried to assess Shizuru’s situation as best she could from her distance. She quickly noted the red blade lying beside the vampire. I don’t remember seeing her pick that up… She edged forwards and reached out towards Shizuru’s knee with one hand but hesitated before she could touch it. Did she even want to help the elder? They were mortal enemies after all and her whole purpose for being here was to kill her. She frowned at the thought. The vampire had saved her life though, at risk to her own. Or unlife, whatever.
She gripped one of her pistols tightly with her right hand once more and released it from its holster. She glanced down at it for a moment, indecision clouding her mind. Finally, she raised it, bringing the barrel level with Shizuru’s head. Natsuki clenched her teeth, the idea of shooting her whilst she was helpless leaving a bad taste in her mouth. Her pack may not have had a problem with killing this elder whilst she was in this state but Natsuki certainly did; there was no honour in it.
“Damn it…” she breathed, unable to hold the curse in as her hand shook slightly. Why can’t I just pull the trigger?
She inhaled sharply and her eyes widened as she felt something clamp around her wrist. Cool fingers gripped her arm firmly and moved it so the gun was pointed away from Shizuru’s head. Natsuki’s eyes flicked between her wrist and the vampire’s hair. She felt a shiver creep down her spine as red eyes peered back at her through a curtain of chestnut. Her muscles weakened under that intense gaze and she thought she might drop her weapon altogether but she managed to hang onto it.
“Natsuki…” came a low whisper that sent a shudder through her. She swallowed hard, expecting some form of attack to come. Shizuru had toyed with her previously but she didn’t expect the elder to be so playful when a gun was pointed at her so closely.
When no such attack came, she yanked her arm out of Shizuru’s grip, the cold sensation of her fingers lingering on Natsuki’s skin. Scrambling backwards a few feet, she pointed the gun at Shizuru once more, her senses on full alert. Why hadn’t she attacked? Surely she knows I mean to kill her. Perhaps the vampire was more affected by her injuries than Natsuki had first thought.
Moments passed as Natsuki was frozen in that position, a crimson gaze holding her captive, her resolve wavering. Instincts battled within her for dominance. The wolf inside her told her to kill this vampire and be done with it, fulfilling her duty to the pack, but every ounce of her humanity screamed at her to lower the weapon. A part of her felt she owed Shizuru at least a half-decent chance to defend herself when the final blow came, for saving her back in the subway.
The intensity in Shizuru’s eyes faded and she dropped her gaze suddenly, a small sound escaping the elder’s throat as she lurched forwards in pain. Thoughts of assassinating her immediately fled Natsuki’s mind and she lowered her gun, shifting closer to the other woman in order to assist her. Placing a hand on a leather clad shoulder, Natsuki pushed Shizuru back against the wall so she could get a better look at her face.
Shizuru leant back awkwardly, resting her head against the wall as her features returned to normal, hiding any hints of pain. Natsuki could tell that it was taking quite some effort to do and wondered if it was pride that forced her to do that or the need to hide any form of weakness from her enemies. She watched as the elder’s lips parted ever so slightly, as if she was about to speak. Shizuru paused before looking Natsuki directly in the eye.
“Natsuki is rather torn, it seems,” she murmured quietly, her voice somewhat strained.
“I told you to…” Natsuki trailed off, her ire losing its steam very quickly as she noted the pain in Shizuru’s eyes. That was one place she couldn’t keep some degree of emotion from showing. The werewolf let out a resigned sigh as she glanced towards the only exit from the room. “We’d better get moving.”
“We?” the elder questioned, an eyebrow quirked.
Natsuki forced herself not to react to the question, her immediate instinct to angrily deflect it. “You heard right.”
The small smile that tugged at one corner of Shizuru’s lips only made the task of remaining stoic all the harder. “I need a little longer before I can move.”
Natsuki eyed the vampire for several moments, trying to gauge the true extent of her injuries. She would have thought that Shizuru could still move, albeit painfully, as she managed to get here fairly quickly. “Really..?” she asked doubtfully.
Shizuru nodded once but didn’t say another word. Instead, her eyes shifted to the door, her body stiffening. The action caused Natsuki’s senses to bristle and she instinctually knew danger was close, her own gaze falling upon the door. She listened carefully, attempting to discern what had caused this reaction in them both. Her heightened sense of hearing picked up the slightest movement from outside the room; possibly in the tunnel she had travelled through previously. She couldn’t be sure what the sound was though, as the echoes of this place distorted it.
A hand gripping her forearm almost startled her and she glanced down at Shizuru’s hand once before looking her in the eye. The vampire answered the silent question in a hushed tone. “I’m afraid I cannot assist you this time.”
Natsuki swallowed her pride, fighting against the urge to tell the elder that she didn’t need her assistance anyway. Instead, she pushed herself up into a crouching position and began to move towards the door. “Stay here, and stay quiet,” she ordered, before sidling up to the door and closing her fingers around the handle.
She opened the door painfully slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible. Of course, if there was someone standing, watching on the other side of the door, all the precaution in the world wouldn’t stop her action from going unnoticed. She hoped her luck wasn’t quite that bad. Once the slightest gap was made between the door and its frame, she peered into the other room, the dim light not assisting her view of it very much. From the angle, she couldn’t see if someone was there or not, but she could pick up the faintest scent of human.
Her muscles tensed automatically as her mind sped through a list of possible threats, Searrs being at the top of that long flow of names. Steeling herself, she clenched her jaw as she pushed the door open further, relief filling her as she saw the room was empty. Whoever was around, hadn’t discovered this area yet. But she couldn’t relax, there was every chance they were standing right outside in the tunnel.
She took one last glance behind her at the slumped frame of Shizuru before slipping into the next room, moving quickly to the other door. Natsuki pressed herself up against the hard, cold stone of the wall to the right of the door, forcing herself to be as still as possible. Then, she merely waited and listened. She knew Searrs were thorough, determined, and relentless in their fanaticism and they wouldn’t leave any room untouched down here. It would be only a matter of time before confrontation found her once more.
The slightest scuffle from the tunnel reached her ears and she stiffened, pressing herself closer to that wall as if she could merge into it. Another scuffle. And then another. Someone was coming closer. The sound stopped for several moments and she found herself holding her breath. The clicking of the door as someone gripped the handle sounded unbearably loud and Natsuki’s pulse quickened in anticipation. She readied herself, preparing to ambush anyone stepping through that door.
She watched as the door handle turned, in a similar manner to how she’d opened the previous door. There was a soft click as the door was released from the frame and it was pushed open. The door continued to swing on its own momentum but no one appeared and Natsuki could feel a trickle of perspiration slide down her neck. Whoever was there was being incredibly cautious. Damn them, where did they get good training?
When several more moments passed without as much as a sound, she grew impatient. She strained to try and hear something, the background noise of this place obscuring most signs of life. She could just make out the quick rhythm of her opponent’s breathing. Whilst it wasn’t quite fast enough to denote fear, she could tell they were in a fairly excited state. Whether that was from nerves or anticipation, she didn’t know.
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