The Sword-heart Moron & the Hell Hoof Bitch

The blade sat across your lap, in the back seat of Rakeem's rumbling Mercedes. The Uber driver, as cool a guy as he seemed to be, seemed curious, though not adverse to allowing you to bear the weapon in his vehicle.

"This was a dumb idea..." Daisy started, her head lowered so that it didn't thump against the roof. "...It's just a party, there is no reason to bring a flaming sword there!" Her voice was a yelling whisper, but your eyes remained glued to the intricately and elegantly designed longsword, running your fingers down the engraved portion of it's black scabbard "Flamma erit lux in tenebris..." you read quietly.

'A Fire to Light the darkness.' You feel it don't you?

Your eyes felt the slumbering wrath within this fiery sword, the way the heat lay dormant within the expertly weaved black steel that was patterned like its Damascus ilk. What was in this blade?

You feel the shard within its metal flesh, calling to you, drawing you in.

Living blades, mortal blades... or simply Blades of Omen, that is what weapons like these were generally called, tools infused with the black soul of powerful vampires, in order to absorb their unique capabilities.

Diana had Ymir, the hammer that was once an heirloom of the Frozen Descendant house of Tyrn, now extinct, according to the record of the Children of Shadow. A battle hammer, made of holy silver and infused with the soul of the legendary travelling vampire lord; Leif Erickson, Lord Ymir, the Coming Storm.

You're aunt possessed Two sets of Omen Blades, the battle gauntlets; Artemis, whose fingers and forearm was lined with razor-sharp silver blades, once belonged to your grandfather, Artorias the Mad-Wolf, the items being forged himself with the soul of Lord Grendel, another northern undead lord who had taken a monsters name, and the bladed boots and sabatons, so sleek and sharp, pure and white and covered with interweaved freely moving blades that she could summon with a motion, these boots; Hermes, were created from a Greek vampire of the same name, gifting her unimaginable destruction with her already incredible speed.

But you... you had Lugh, the dark blade that bled fire from its spiralling heart, the patterns upon its blade were deep and azure, burning at the very core of its being. You felt a connection with this blade, it's fire seemed to adore your touch, gently kissing your skin as it glowed with the Fires of wrath.

Your arms began moving, following their own path. "Charlie..." Daisy whispered, "what are you doing!?"

Your claws cut deep into your palm, slicing the skin and scooping the blood with your finger in one, fluid moment.

"Jesus Christ, Charlie *hmp*" Daisy covered her lips as she heaved, looking pale at the sight of your blood. But you persisted, a man possessed as you drew the beautiful symbol on your wound, swirling and turning in a complex pattern and whispering deeply, "Mhalia...."

The blade became, almost liquid then, it flooded with red and oozed like putty, the scarlet blood shrinking, defining until it was nothing but a whisp that floated at your fingertips.

"H-How are you doing that!?" Daisy cried in a whisper. Watching as you lifted your hand and with a fury, plunged the red ooze into your wound, the blob oozing in and slithering up your vein, bringing a sharp ringing pain that made you scream "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGH!!!"

Rakeem jolted, swerving the car as Daisy cried, watching you writhe as the blob pulsated through your body until it could creep up your heart, wrapping itself gently around your core, waiting patiently, and calmly.

Rakeem re-caught the road just in time, stopping at the light and peering back in worry, "ya alright 'mon?" He cried as you hid your bloody hand.

"Yeah... we're fine." You muttered.

There was something in his eyes then, a flash, a recognition.... something deep like a bond that you recognised in each other, "as long as you're alright, Brudda..."

"My Man." You smiled as he shifted back into his seat.

Daisy squeaked as you smiled at your hand, "how in the god damn did you just do that!? That was blood Magic Charlie!" She spoke in a darting whisper.

You only smiled, "I... have no idea... but it was fucking cool. Painful yes, but cool... yes." You fluttered your eyebrows, "this really fucking hurts can you fix this?" You asked calmly.

Daisy squeaked, rushing to her purse and stifling closer, rubbing your wound with a white cream before bandaging it perfectly and comfortably.

She folded her arms, frowning at you, "I do not, ever want to see your blood again. Understand?"

You blinked, "no promises-AH!"

Daisy squeaked like an angry mouse and she angry tapped you, smacking your arms girlishly as you wheezed, her palms actually extremely strong and rock hard.

"OKAY-OKAY-OKAY, I PROMISE!!!!" You cried, Daisy immediately stopping.

And smiling.

And snuggling up to you sweetly.

"I have no idea how I'm going to keep my hands off ya, Honey, you are sweet as a bumblebee." She whispered.

You glowered at nothing, "this is gonna be the worst night ever." Suddenly... having Lugh wrapped around your heart was comforting.

Rakeem drove like a master all the way to the accursed mansion of Victoria Kaz.

Principle Kaz was out of town for the week, touring colleges or some other stupid shit like that, but damn was that old mansion alive tonight, even you were impressed, seeing the flashing lights, oozing the old building with life.

"I can feel the vibrations!" Daisy laughed.

The musical melody that boomed out of that house was incredible, it sounded like she had a full DJ in there, although knowing Tricky-Vicky, it probably was.

In the late darkness of the evening, you paid Rakeem his due.... or you tried to, he insisted that this one was on the house. You and your companion Daisy waved off the absolute legend of a driver, hoping and praying that one day you would meet again! "GOOOOOOOD BYE MAN!!!!" His yowl now chiselled in the tablet of legends.

There you were, hand in hand outside the booming chaos of Vicky's party. People were frolicking outside, smoking, drinking, talking, that was... until you passed them by.

People froze at the sight of you, gossiping and whispering like confused spirits. You pressed on, pulling Daisy along as you walked up to the great oak doors. You paused.... "Do I really have to do this?" You asked Daisy with pleading eyes.

She grabbed your shoulders, "I believe in you!!!" She said shaking you.

You straightened out, pushing your glasses back up and then taking them off, "Jesus I can't even see out of these things." You slipped them in your pocket, combing your fingers through your hair, "how do I look?" You asked.

Daisy looked at You, and smiled, flushing as she mumbled incoherently, "wowwowowo... hehe... honey I mean... I.... hehe hmmmmmm." She hummed deeply. Although she did shake it off, "quickly, knock on that door before I pounce on ya, Honey." She demanded.

And you did just that, Grabbing the knocker and banging it hard.

There was a pause, the music stopped, and the door cracked open. Standing before you, in her dark mahogany dress that hugged her goddess-like form, her brown locks kissing her soft skin like a chocolate lake in the springtime.... fuck! Fuck! What the fuck were you thinking, holy shit she was cute but SHE WAS TRICKY VICKY GET YOUR FUCKING HEAD IN THE GAME!!!

Vicky blinked at you, fiddling with her fingers, "you uh... you came?" She almost cracked a beautiful smile but you frowned.

"Just let me in, I need to get drunk." You grumbled, slipping past Vicky who stood gasping, Daisy looking apologetically.

"Sorry, ma'am, he's not been quite right lately, i'm Daisy..." She held out her hand.

Vicky stared at Daisy, but then took her hand and shook it very curtly, "Victoria.... Vicky. Welcome, he umm... is he gonna be staying here?" Vicky asked subtly.

Daisy shrugged, "I guess so, I mean, he really didn't want to, I had to **** him a little." She admitted freely.

Vicky bit her lips, fumbling with her thumbs, "oh..."

Daisy smiled, "Gee you really like him, huh?" She asked curiously.

Victoria hardened like a statue, glowering, "Dicky-Drake? N-Never." She marched off very fast... Daisy just strolled in and saw Charlie frozen before a bustling crowd.

Oh, sweet Jesus christ there are so many people...

Vicky's house was glorious and well kept, everything was neat; tidy and tasteful. But somehow, this place had been swarmed with literally everybody from the academy, the cheerleaders were here, the jocks, the artists, the singers, the fucking cooks were here okay, the god damn botany club was here my guy. WTF.

Oh, sweet Jesus, you are turning into a social shitstorm, just STFU and get on with it you fucking fairy.

You suddenly felt very... vexed, and annoyed, even as everybody stared and spoke, their voices ringing on both yours and Daisy's ears.

"Oh my god, that's Dicky-drake, he actually came!?"

"There's still no way that is him, he's so fucking yummy!"

"Look at those eyes, silver and gold, so FUCKING PRETTY!"

"OMG I have to have him, nobody can have him!"

You were getting slightly scared now and took Daisy's hand, "I'm going to run away now, and find some booze, please find Cherry and oh... don't speak to Vicky, she's a cloven-hooved demon.... from hell.... The Hell Hoof Bitch."

"Okay, okay I get it... just go. Before they eat you or something." Daisy marched off and left you to your running away.

"Bravo six going dark." You muttered slipping into the crowd to find a cardboard box to hide in.