Together

The serenity of yours and Boris' moment was swiftly cut off by a fist wrapping at the *BAM BAM BAM* And a voice calling in the rampant tone of an angered soldier carrying a wounded fellow on the battefeild "BORI, OPEN THE DOOR!"

Boris sprung up as you got out of the bed, taking up the sword with your barely steadied hand and readying for trouble. Boris paused at the door "Password?" He asked in a low, serious tone.

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"BORI IF YOU DON'T OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR RIGHT NOW I'M GOING TO BURY YOU WIT THE REST OF THE FUCKING TAIGA!!!"

Boris paled and quickly pulled open the motel door and two figures came stumbling in. Dawn was a shaking, crumpled mess, standing on legs that quaked like writhing trees in the heart of a storm, She was still covered in blood but The Rabbit didn't seem to care, Dawn's arm was around her taller, stronger form and the two wobbled into the room, Dawn still gripping that Magical Hammer that she wielded before "Were you followed??" Boris asked, looking both ways outside before closing the door shut.

The Rabbit did not answer, her eyes stared through her mask at you, holding the Fire sword, and she guided Dawn forward, gently placing the smaller woman in black just beside you on the bed.

You flinched back a little, looking at Dawn's chest rapidly rise and fall, her eyes darting around manically until they settled on you. "The White Vial on her Belt." The Rabbit said to you as she moved to remove the leather jacket from Dawn's quivering body.

"W-what?" You whispered.

The Black Rabbit mask pointed at you "The White vial, on the back of her belt, Get it for me. Quickly!" she said in a voice, quick and calm.

You nodded slightly, your hand hesitantly reaching under her lower back, your finger tips touching the skintight leathery body suit before you started to pull the vials free, a Blue one, a Green one-- you very carefully placed that one aside.... you didn't want to end up as Charlie soup, and finally, an ivory vial filled with a translucent liquid lay in your palm.

The Rabbit nodded "Good, Give it to me."

Her gauntleted hand reached out... you saw the dried blood on it's talons.

"Who are you?" You found yourself demanding.

"Now. is not. the time." She growled.

You scowled in return "I just watched her kill like 30 people with a magic hammer. Now I am not in the business of watching stranger's **** people then just lend them a helping hand!"

The Rabbit paused, then she reached up, removing her large hood and pulling free her mask. "It's a good thing that we're not strangers then." Your Aunt Remhilde said, snatching the Vial from your hand and giving it a long shake. "Take off her mask, she needs air."

You paused "A-Aunt H-Hilde? Wha--"

Remhilde grasped your collar tightly staring with her ferocious Golden eyes "Listen to me, stop pissing around and help, or fuck off. Now take her god damn mask off!"

She let you go and nodded, reaching down to the shaking, silent dawn and carefully unclasping the straps of her Black-queen style mask. Lifting it free, wide golden eyes stared at you, her red lips pursed tightly and rapid breathes left her button nose, every vein in her neck and face was bulging with blood and she was beet red, so tensed up that she couldn't even speak "Didi? Jesus christ what... what are you?"

Remhilde pried open Diana's lips as You took her bare arm in your hands, the same arm that you saw sliced clean off, feeling the very real and very soft flesh of her forearm, wrist and hand that immediately closed around you hand as she stared at you desperately.

You stroked her throat, in an effort to get her to swallow, it took a little while but she gulped it down, the moment the strange liquid slipped down her throat she immediately relaxed, taking a long relieving exhale.

Everybody sighed in relief, the tension dropped down a little, but you fussed over Diana, brushing a black hair from he sweaty face as she stared at you, still clutching your hand tightly "A-are you.... okay?" She whispered weakly.

Your frown was deep and annoyed "Could you just stop worrying about me for one second, What the Hell is wrong with you? what the Hell is wrong with her?" You asked in distress, looking to Hilde who was removing her Engraved Gauntlets and boots, tossing off her Cloak in exasperation without answering you. "Hilde, What the fuck was that?"

Remhilde's golden eyes brushed over you as she smiled "I did warn you... We are Warriors."

"This is what you meant!? this is what descendants are? Remhilde, My sister's arm was severed at the elbow! and THEN IT GREW BACK!? that is not how I thought I'd be spending my evening!?"

Diana's hand, held yours tighter "It's... okay.... just.... relax."

You bit your tongue, if only for your sister's sake. Hilde sighed, grasping the engraved Warhammer in Diana's hands which tightened in response "No...." She whispered.

"You failed the test." Remhilde growled.

"Bull...shit. I earned this fucking Hammer." Your sister Growled in return.

Your aunt, however, seemed to overpower Diana with her bottomless will "You lost control, over-utilized Overdrive, do you have any idea what happens when you push that ability past its peak, what it does to your body? People's heart explodes in their chests, every vein and artery haemorrhage, Your training was meant to increase your focus, but the only thing that you've learned how to do is destroy yourself. And I'm not losing anymore loved ones." Hilde pulled the Hammer Free, and Diana fell back, her body slowly unwinding gently into sleep.

Remhilde noticed the shock in your eyes and gave Boris a pleading look. the Bodyguard smiled and nodded, moving towards the door and saying "I'll stand guard, in case any are watching us." you didn't hear him leave, you didn't see the door close, you just held your sister's hand as she let out low, exasperated breaths.

"They are called the Parish of the Crusade," Remhilde whispered, you looking at her as she reaching into her pocket and lit up a Marlboro cigarette with a black zippo, taking a long toke and making the cherry blaze crimson, after the billowing smoke erupted from her red lips, Hilde continued in a laboured tone, shaking her head "They are supposed to be extinct. But... Rommie research said that they were a branch of the original Papal army, employed for one reason and one reason alone."

She took another long toke, and you found yourself finishing the sentence "Hunting Monsters?"

She raised an eyebrow "So you believe?"

You shrugged, rubbing your eyebrows "I keep getting this feeling, like everything I see has another layer... but I can't, it's hard to process. Did I know about... monster's and stuff before?"

Hilde's face was painted in a sinister smile, her beautiful eyes and cherry red cheeks glistening slightly "Yes."

Now, the million-dollar question "Are people I know, Monsters?"

Her eyes blazed with anticipation "Oh yes. But you have to figure those people out yourself."

Well that wasn't distressing at all... ah fuck it, you're already in the deep end, might as well dive deeper "This Parish of the Crusade, what do they want with me?"

Clicking her teeth together, Hilde wagged her finger "Spoilers." She smiled "But I will tell you this. They cannot have you." Her smooth hand touched your thigh as she smiled "I don't know what they want, but I refuse to let them take you... that's why I need to train you. Both of you." She stroked Diana's black hair "Because there is more than just the Parish to worry about now, Jormungadr may have vanished, but there are other things."

Great! just wonderful!

"This Parish, how do they work? What did those people in the alley have to do with it?" You asked.

"The way I understand it, they are not dissimilar from our House. We have always had team dynamic, the Judge: Your grandfather, the Jury: your father, and the Executioner, that's me." She explained light-heartedly, impartially, like she was reading from a wiki-article, like this wasn't fucking insane "They have three categories. The Helsing: scientists I believe, The Harkers: They are trackers, information gatherers, spies of a sort. And then there are the Quincies: that's who those figures in Black and White where, they are enforcers, killers, soldiers of a kind, they are human... but altered, warped, and they are trouble."

Your chest engorged with that warm, gooey feeling again, it had refused to go away the entire time... The arousal was like a snake coiling and constricting around your chest... and Hilde still had her hand on your thigh. You fought against it.

"But... I'm just a guy, Hilde, I don't know how you and Diana did any of that stuff but... it's not me, I'm just... I'm just a man." You whispered.

You aunt actually chuckled, grasping your hand and holding it up, highlighting the sharp talons that were once your fingernails "You are about as normal as a nun masturbating with a pickle on the Deus. Charlie, you're not just one of us... you are the best of us. You have this strength and will, it's amazing, anybody else in that Alleyway would have crumbled, but not you. and I swear to you, by the end, we'll walk the warrior's path, together." She said with a gentle smile.

Staring at the nails, you felt yourself relaxing and watched as they slowly fell back into a normal shape, You grimaced "W-What am I?"

"You're My Nephew, and Your Father's son, I will be the Judge, Diana the Jury, and You, our Executioner." her hand gripped the sheathed blade on your lap, and held it up to your with both hands "Lugh has been in our family for generations. it was His, now it is yours."

Beholding the Black handled blade, crafted of rigid black steel and a dark wrap, you took it into your hands, really seeing it for the first time. closing your fingers in the brilliantly crafted blade's body, staring in wonder and fear. and for the first time in a long time, you felt certain "What do I need to do?"

Hilde smiled "You will maintain your image, grow it if you must, a higher position assists in the gathering of intel, You must be your best during the day, and the worst at night. I want you to visit every day, I will train you and Diana the Best I can, and we'll crush our enemies, together." her hands closed around yours on the blade, smiling her beautifully fierce grin.

You felt the storm increase "Together." You echoed.

Hilde looked so good for her age, sure she had a maturity about her, but not a single wrinkle was on her smooth face, the winding graffiti-like tattoos leading up her neck, halting at her curved jaw. She looked similar to Diana, but more weathered, fiercer and yet colder, focused, her golden eyes where watchful, and her plump Instagram-model lips shone red. they were so inviting, almost as inviting as her body, that was tight and strong in the silky black bodysuit that like Diana's left nothing to the imagination.

Luuuuuust, it is what fuels us, it is what binds us to people. Our Lust is the Key to control, to fulfilment. Use it, STRIKE, YOU WANT HER YOU KNOW YOU DOOO. SUFFER ME, DO IIIIITT.

The darkness had its way, pushing forward with wild eyes, you captured your aunt's pillowy lips, hungrily pushing your tongue into her mouth and you pushed her back into the bed, each hand clasped tightly to the side as you growled into her maw.

Hilde did nothing, she stared at you a little curiously if anything, testing your grip on her arms gently before huffing and in one swell swoop. The wispy wrists slipped free of you effortlessly, pushing against your chest and airing you, before a plan hard as an iron bar smashed into the side of your face, the whipping blow sending you tumbling off the bed as she sat up, wiping her lips casually and clearing her throat "How barbaric." She muttered as you lay in a daze.

"Jon snow..." You whispered in a grimace, your head spinning.

Remhilde brushed back her shoulder-length hair, crouching beside you and wiping your lips gently "Very rude. Chippy, to Kiss a lady without her permission." The Voice was light and informative as always, it was puzzling, You would have thought your nephew kissing you would draw out a certain level of disgust. But not from Hilde, she just tapped your chest "I see your little friend in there is a very hungry Boy. hmmmm..." She hummed as her palm placed itself on your chest, she closed her eyes, the orbs moving around under the lids like they were searching.

You are hungry, aren't you?

AH! SCARY WOP WOP WOP WOP WOP!

Hilde opened her eyes and looked quite overwhelmed "Good lord, you're like a melting pot of desire, even worse than Rommie, we can't have you walking around with all of that pent up inside. What to do? what to do?..." Hilde's eyes lit up as she spoke like a surgeon or a doctor "Only one thing for it, I'll have to teach you how to control it. After Training. Alright then, toodle-pip, I have some work to do so I'll be off. Take care of your sister, make sure she gets plenty of water..." Remhilde may have been calm but... you sensed a certain level of shyness as she got up to her feet, placing the hammer beside her "I suppose she has earned Ymir, but I will be turning the Wicken runes off until she learns to restrain herself."

Holding her hand over the head of the Hammer: Ymir. "svefn" She whispered. The colour in the Hammer seemed to drown out in an instant, it's body turning an off grey instead of brilliant silver.

Placing her hands in her boots and gauntlets that shifted to lock tightly back on her limbs, she threw up her hood and replaced her mask "Ciao, Little Chippy. Try not to **** your sister in her sleep. it really is very rude." And leaving you on the ground, dazed, and Didi on the Bed knocked clean out, opening the door and grasping Boris by the arm "Come on, Bori, let's go for a walk."

That lady and the Thing inside her are terrifying!!!! ................ I LIKE HER!

Boris grimaced "B-But, Miss Drake, what about- wait a minute, I-" The Door closed and the sound of Boris drowned out, leaving you in that shitty hotel room, a little wiser, but plenty more confused.