Vampire Vendetta

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“Let us scatter this demons ash to the wind, and be done with it then.” “I think that we must go to Japan and awaken Isis; I believe that she would like to do this herself perhaps.” Before we leave I stop at my old room in Sector 2, I pull on my black leather body suit and wrap the harness on that holds my guns and knives. I throw on some lipstick, and grab a few extra bullets, as I say goodbye to the compound forever. “What about Invictus Eva?” Kenji asks me. “Invictus will keep while we are away; I will lock the compound down no one will even know it is here. If we should need it we can always come back.” “To Japan then.”
     
    We arrived in Japan a week later, Kenji has summoned Isis through her slumber and we make our way through misty jade mountains to reach those who have been keeping watch over her. When we finally come to the village of caves hewn in rock we are met by a band of silent tall vampires, the Sennin, Kenji calls them. They do not want to let us pass however and they have their weapons drawn; Kenji produces a gold ring with a large ruby in the center and hands it to one of the Sennin. He takes it and walks away; soon an old man with long white hair comes out from the caves and greets us. He walks up to Kenji and looks deep in his eyes, they say nothing, but I can tell they are communicating.  After a short time we are lead up a steep long path through the mountains to a small cave hidden behind moss, vines, and tumbled rock. Kenji leads me forward through the opening; the path through the tunnel is winding and narrow and after thirty minutes we finally reach the end.
     
    On a marble slab in the middle of the room, sits Isis, a white linen dress hanging from her shoulders, her long hair, covering her eyes. Kenji walks forward and on bended knee presents her with the vase filled with Ramses remains. “He is dead your highness and you are now safe.” I stand behind Kenji with my head bowed. “Eva, Kenji has shown me how brave you were when you fought. He showed me how you avenged us all. Come my daughter.” I walk up to her and she takes my hand, “You are a true daughter of Egypt, a better warrior I have yet seen. You faced your adversary and won, even though you knew you might perish.” Isis bites her wrist and blood flows freely from the wound. “Drink my daughter; drink so that I may bestow upon you some of my own magic.” I am shocked at this but I do her bidding and drink.
     
    Her blood is creamy on my tongue and as rich as wine. I close my eyes as I savor a deliciousness I have never known before. When she pulls her wrist gently away, I feel for the first time completely full, my lust for blood is no more. “You no longer need blood to survive, and the sunlight shall not harm you any longer. This gift I bestow upon you for your help in saving my life and the lives of all my children.” I don’t know what to say to her, I have not felt this satisfied since I was last human. I drop to my knees and offer her my thanks. “This gift is too great for me, thank you my lady.”  “Kenji you have done well, I can finally be at peace, and if I have need of you again I will call upon you. Be safe in your journeys.” With that we are dismissed and we retreat from the cave.
    As we walk down the path through the forest, I feel peaceful and at one with the earth around me. Kenji stops on the trail and turns to me. The look in his eyes is one I have never seen before. The forest around us hums with the sounds of birds and insects, a heavy mist gathers around our ankles. He pulls me closer to him, never looking away from me. “A piece of you has stayed with me when I shifted with you Eva. When I cannot see you I feel you; it’s as if you’re engrained in the very fiber of my being. You are dancing through me a living breathing thing. The thought of you in danger fills me with a black rage; when you are not near me, my soul searches for you in the darkness. I know I can’t face

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