The Problemo

Closing Jane's eyes with your finger tips, You staggered up to your feet, the pain of Jane's blood still raging through your veins.

Getting dressed was difficult... dressing Jane was even more so... she was already getting cold.

"How am I supposed to get us out of here in this state huh?" You whispered to her as she lay there, half blood soaked, the skin of her neck stained half black as your venom coursed through her veins.

Taking her into your aching arms, a wave of fatigue smashed into you, but with all your will you refused to drop her. Breathing heavily, you winced as your stomach screamed in protest... "Ugh, that feed was so dissatisfying. THE FACT I'M DISATISFIED IS DISATISFYING. covered in blood, far away from home... and my girlfriends dead, marvelous. Jay, who could help us? *Sigh* at least it can't get any worse-"

Your eyes widened, as your body erupted with gooseflesh every atom screaming

DANGER!

You quickly stepped to the side as the door exploded into splinters, a body sleek and brighter than your eyes could take slipping in with what you knew to be a 12 gauge held expertly in their hands.

Your jaw tight in a snarl, you tore the small cut in your lip you'd made earlier a little wider and whispered "M'halia!"

Spinning around with your back to the wall, you passed Jane's body around and pressed her behind you, as two sprdayings of crimson lashed out into your hands, two grips made for your hands solidifying instantly.

The Figure whipped around as they pressed the Shotgun's muzzled into your chest, and pressing your twin pistols into their face.

There was a pause, a recognition between you and your masked Foe, who you knew immediately.

"Lacrimosa was it?" You whispered a little weakly.

The woman, in her silver plated bullet proof vest with her wide brimmed hat and long ash-white coat chuckled, her voice distorted by what you ascertained was some sort of voice changer "Very observant, handsome Vampire man."

"I'm not a Vampire." The words spilt out, you instantaneously realized that you were covered in Jane's and your own blood "Okay maybe I'm sorta a Vampire, but listen, if you move a muscle, I'm gonna have to paint this hotel room with your brains, and I don't think that Mask is bullet proof. So whatever it is you and your Quincey friends want, just turn around and leave."

She hummed thoughtfully "Hmmm, I'd really really like to, like I'm really good at **** but I was supposed to be going to the Mall later... anywho I genuinely can't. Sozzo."

You raised an eyebrow.

"Looks like we have ourselves a Mexicans standoff, I've always wanted to have one of these. If only I'd known that my opponent would be so good lookin!"

You raised both eyebrows.... I mean, just what the fuck?

"This girl behind me. I have to take her back home, if not then from what I understand... a lot of people could die. Isn't that what your parish fights for, protecting Humans?"

She took her hand from the shotguns fore-end, her finger still trained tightly on the trigger as she twisted her hand midair "Kinda? I think? doesn't matter, I'm afraid..." the playful and slightly oblivious tone left her twisted voice, and became dark and sinister "The Girl is coming with me."

Your eyes narrowed... and then widened "Her blood? you did something to it didn't you? What the hell did you do to her!?"

"Ah-ah-ah." She pushed you back with her muzzle as you got aggressive, lowering on of your guns down to press into a much more **** spot.

Lacrimosa gasped girlishly "You... would shoot a woman, in the Vagina!? that's sick!"

"I'd empty both clips for Jane. If it meant she was safe."

The Quincey went quiet for a moment but then sighed "Problemo is Dead-Boy, if I shoot ole-gauge here point blank like this, filled with explosive incendiary as He is, not only will it destroy your heart, but also hers..." She lent over a little to look at jane "I see you've been nibbling. well it will all be for nothing if I do that, Breaking doesn't work if the heart is destroyed."

You frowned, damn, you were too weak for this.

"I'm not giving her to you. She was mine before, but damn is she really mine now." You grinned.

Lacrimosa shrugged in annoyance "Ugggh, you better come back to life after this pretty boy. I was hoping we could get a little more time together. Oh well."

You pressed against the wall, and your finger pressed against the triggers, although you knew that even if you survived or made the shot, Jane was finished.

*click-click-click-click-click-click!*

You both paused, as You both looked at your guns, both pulling the triggers furiously... nothing happened, you tried again and instead both of your pistols jammed -- the extended clips just kinda... fell out, clicking against the floor.

Lacrimosa's Shotgun also got stuck when she tried to cock it, one of the shells seemed to be jammed in there "Oh, umm, wow that's really unlucky."

Your entire body tensed.

OKAY SERIOUSLY THIS TIME, DANGER DANGER HIGH VOLTAGE!!!!!

A Figure, with shoulder length wavy red hair, and cold murderous silver eyes lent in to Lacrimosa from behind "Not Luck. Fate." Her accent harsh and Irish.

The Parish Hunter swung around in panic, brandishing a hunting knife bigger than your head from her boot, but The Morrigan merely caught it between her fingers as if it were a toy.

"Silver? pft, Pathetic little cunt." She growled, twirling the sharp silver blade in her fingers and flexing her powerful claws flicked the blade so hard it broke off and shot into the wall.

Lacrimosa's arm wrenched violently and she stumbled back slipping her fingers to each side of her waist and brandishing two silver and spiked knuckled dusters, ready for a fight.

The Morrigan stared her down "Really? Do you know who I am little girly?"

Lacrimosa was quivering, she clearly did. She nodded silently.

"Then you know, that you literally can't win this. So feck off before I rip you in half and that lovely little silver plated fella waiting outside with a bazooka. Go on, RUN!" She roared, and Lacrimosa sprinted off through the shattered door.

Morrigan, Lady of the Moores, mortal enemy of the House of Drake turned to you but did not look at you, she seemed to soften slightly but remained extremely agitated. "Don't look at me, don't talk to me, just follow me."

"Fuck you." You spat.

"Yeah you wish. Either follow me, or I make on that little Quincey's promise. I'll cut her corpse into pieces and scatter her in all 50 states of this shitty little country. Understand?"

You growled as she strolled at a human pace out of the door "For fuck's sake."

Begrudgingly, carrying Jane carefully as you limped weakly down the hall, you followed Morrigan out. Passing the reception, You frowned deeper as you saw the Asian receptionist, slumped back in her chair, with dark lines across her neck her eyes rolled back. "I'm sorry." You whispered

"No blood." your short memory of her spoke back.

Morrigan was unlike anything that you had ever seen before, it was difficult to describe since it was a feeling mixed with visual sensations that made your skin erupt with Goosebumps. Her movements were heavy and deliberate, slow like a bears as she ooze with an absolute kind of power, one that constantly flowed; showing no end.

"She is incredibly strong, her power doesn't seem to have an end."

Those without Limits are dangerous, but cultivating restraint unlocks a greater potential. She is a Wild Beast and nothing more.

You held Jane close, if you were going to get her back home safe, then there would be little room for error.

Lady Morrigan led you through the shadows, but then suddenly paused.

The crescent moon painted this alley with silver, and Morrigan looked off the right where she spotted a stairway leading to an alcove, where a door down into what looked like some kind of abandoned apartment block's basement.

Morrigan glided down the stair and You followed conspicuously, unwilling to anger her or agitate her in anyway. When she reached the door, you stopped at the top of the stairs watching her lightly grasping at the door handle, stainless steel and pull it effortlessly away like tin-foil, pushing out the lock with an index finger... and standing aside.

"Go inside, Invite me in." She spoke, still refusing to look in your direction.

"Do you think I'm some kind of moron?" You spat under your breath.

She huffed maliciously "Actually, no. It's Why I think you know I'd've fookin killed ye the moment I got here, if I Could"

She wasn't wrong... but you knew what a trap looked like, and you weren't about to take Jane down there in this sorry state. "I do not trust you."

"Ugh." She growled with annoyance, and as you looked down at her suspiciously, her head lifted and turned, her silver orbs meeting yours... and... You had to stop yourself from stepping down towards her, she looked so supple and gentle, her scowl faded, replaced instead with an innocence that seemed impossible before.

Her round ass squeezed into a pair of slim fit jeans, where every curve of muscle could be spotted seen in her full thighs. She wore a V-neck guns and roses tee, barely able to contain her chest... where she obviously forgot to wear a bra, due to her nipples damn near piercing through the material.

She was smooth of complexion, with a few doting's of freckles on her small nose. Pink lips curved subtly and she pushed a lock of her shoulder length wavy red hair out of her face -- and damn did you have a weakness for redheads-

"Grr, feck. off." She growled to herself wrenching her eyes away and tensing back into her furious visage, monstrous and terrible, what the hell were you thinking? this was... this wasssss...

"What the fuck was that?" You whispered. It was like, when your eyes met, you were one step away from falling in love, but now you were clear, this was Morrigan, your enemy.

"See? neither of us can harm each other, I can't even look you in the eye, so stop being a high and mighty cunt and invite me in, so we can bloody talk." She snapped, keeping her eyes firmly on the floor.

Whatever... That just was, it intrigued you, and somehow you knew that she was telling the truth. And so you moved clumsily down the stairs, clutching Jane closely so that if your dizziness got the better of you, you could place her down safetly.

The path was narrow, and so when you passed Morrigan you watched her closely. She pressed herself hard against the wall "Do not touch me." She growled.

"Trust me, If I do, it'll hurt." You snarled back, walking directly through the doorway and looking around as the Superior Lord looked in after you.

The place was dusty, half in ruin from neglect, only a few torn couches and some wood-louse infested tables. Nobody was there. nobody you could see, smell or taste on the air; thick with dust.

"Will ye invite me in or nay?!" Morrigan spat "Stop wasting my time."

You needed to stay calm, exploding wouldn't get you anywhere, not like this, still your skin burned with heat, the fires of the sun were new to you and it was clear that the flames would take a long time to fully control; it only made you respect Daisy all the more "I'm putting Jane somewhere safe."

"I am queen of the Moores, I ain't waiting for some-"

"You could be queen of America for all the shits I could give, which is a Quick zero, so shut the fuck up and wait, and I will open the cat flap for you. That okay? yeah? great, thanks."

Morrigan audibly grit her teeth, her eyes wide and burning with wrath, but she kept quiet as you carefully placed Jane's body on one of the couches.

You took a deep breath, and bit as your cut lip again "M'halia" You spat a streak of blood with elongated and hardened, snatching up Lugh's sheathed blade in your hand. Morrigan saw it and smirked darkly.

"I never thought I'd see that fucking thing again." She muttered, her voice dripping with spite.

You gripped it tightly and looked at her sharply "I don't care about much in this world, I really don't. But that corpse over there, means everything to me. If you so much as harm a hair on her head--"

"You have my word, Drake-filth." She spoke clearly.

You nodded "Come in."