kiss of the vampire "the Girl with the Sharp Sword"

Previously in Kiss of the vampire

As they pressed deeper into the fray, Deyviel felt the heat of the Red Queen pulsing in his hands, its power resonating with his determination. He could sense the energy of the city around him, the vibrant life of Shinjuku contrasting sharply with the darkness that Balthazar had unleashed.

Suddenly, a massive shadow loomed ahead, and Deyviel's heart sank as he recognized the familiar figure of Balthazar, flanked by a horde of vampires. "You think you can defeat me in my own city?" Balthazar taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "You're nothing but insects to be crushed!"

"Heh, like what you did to your clan 20 years ago? Evan chime in, and Balthazar's eyes narrowed.

"Ow, it's you, my boy Ethan. Muwahahahaha, long time no see?! You all grown up!" He said while laughing.

"You know this guy?" Denver asked.

"Yeah, I know him so well," his eyes fill with rage.Deyviel, you guys go a head; I'll handle this freak," Ethan said, and he grabbed his spear and infused it with ki."Now you die right here right now!Ethan added and pointed his spear at Balthazar, and Balthazar just smiled and spoke.

"Alright, just don't die you, Morron," as Deyviel said, grabs Ghelle's arm, and they run with the rest of the black knights. To the extraction point. And Mizuno stayed to deal with the weak vampires.

"Hey Cap, are you sure you can handle him? Mizuno asked while reading himself to fight the vampires.

"Yeah, just focus on them and let me deal with this guy," he ordered.

"Copy," as Mizuno replied, he lounged forward to the rest of the vampires.

"Oh my dear boy Ethan, why can't you just accept what happened back then and move on in life instead of going on this petty revenge of yours?Balthazar said with a mocking grin.

Kiss of the vampire

"The Girl with the Sharp sword"

Mission twenty:Shinjuku incident! Part 1

"What?! You calling this a petty revenge?! You monster!!!! This isn't just a petty revenge; this is pure rage!!! You murderer! I won't stop until I separate that head of yours from your neck, "Ethan shouted. As he said, Ethan memory flashes, and we can see a young Ethan. With his mom, They my beautiful boy, how are you? Go and play there with your cousins," Erica Miranda Allen said. "Yes, mom! Ethan happily answers and runs towards his cousins and plays catch.

As he runs and plays, his mom and dad are with someone and have a heated argument. "But big sister! I'm sorry, big sister, but this is the last chance they can give you," Erica's little brother said with a grim expression.

As Ethan's dad narrowed his eye and spoke, "So your with them now?! Heh, what a petty!" as Barry (Ethan's dad) said that. We can hear screams and large explosions. And Ethan's head snaps back at the direction of his mom and dad's location, and his eyes widen. He saw them fall down, and blood is spewing all around the glass room.

As he's about to shout and run back to his parents, one of their maids runs and grabs him. "Go save the young master! I'll hold him off the butler with a white beard, he said as he unsheathed his long sword and charged towards the attacker. As they run past all of the people (their relatives) who's holding the hord of vampires for them to escape the mansion, one of them shouted, "No one past us! Protect the young master with your life!"As he said, they're slowly getting overwhelmed. As Ethan cries while they gain distance from the mansion. But when they thought they got away, suddenly something hit them and they fell and rolled down the hill. But at the nick of time, his maid threw him at a bush so he's not got hurt. And his maid got up and fought the two figures, but her effort was in vain because she's outmatched by the two vampires, and as she draws her last breath, she smiles and says, "Leave my dear master, Ethan. And the other vampire grabs her and drinks all her blood. But before the vampire finished his drinking, someone landed and punched them so hard that their upper bodies got destroyed. And the man spoke. "Oh boy, I thought it was late. You ok, boy, the mysterious man said as he stood up and light illuminated his face. We can see a handsome and younger General McDougal saying, offering Ethan his hand, and he hesitantly took it. As they walk away from the gruesome scene, we can hear McDougal ask him, "Have a name?"

"Ethan," he replied.

"You had a nice name, boy, he said, as we can see in the distance the mansion was destroyed.

The memory faded, leaving Ethan trembling with rage, his grip tightening around the spear. The echoes of that night haunted him, the screams of his family, and the blood-soaked remnants of his childhood are still fresh in his mind. Balthazar's laughter cut through the air like a knife, and Ethan's heart raced with the weight of his past.

"You'll not get past me. We're going to settle things here and now. One on one,Ethan said.

Balthazar's grin widened, revealing sharp fangs that glinted in the dim light of the city. "Oh, how delightful! A family reunion, just the two of us. But tell me, Ethan, do you really think you can defeat me? You're just a child playing with toys," he sneered, gesturing dismissively at the spear in Ethan's hands.

Ethan's eyes blazed with fury, the memories of his family's slaughter fueling his resolve. "I'm not a child anymore, Balthazar. I've trained for this moment. You took everything from me, and now it's time for you to pay!" He stepped forward, ki enforcement surge through his body, making him twice as strong as before now with power coursing through him, igniting his spirit and sharpening his focus.

The air crackled with tension as Ethan and Balthazar faced off, the city of Shinjuku a chaotic backdrop to their confrontation. The vibrant lights flickered ominously, casting long shadows that danced around them, mirroring the turmoil within Ethan's heart. He could feel the thunder spear in his hands, a reminder of the strength he had gained through years of training and loss.

With a fierce determination, Ethan lunged forward, the spear slicing through the air with a deadly grace. Balthazar, caught off guard by the sudden burst of speed, barely managed to sidestep the attack, the tip of the spear grazing his shoulder. A trickle of blood dripped down, and Balthazar's expression shifted from amusement to irritation.

"Is that all you've got?" he taunted, wiping the blood away with a dismissive flick of his wrist. "You think you can challenge me with such pathetic strength?"

Ethan's heart raced, but he refused to let Balthazar's words penetrate his resolve. "You underestimate me, just like you underestimated everyone else you've destroyed," he shot back, his voice steady despite the chaos around them. "This time, I won't let you escape."

With a fierce battle cry, Ethan charged again, channeling his ki into the spear. The weapon glowed with a brilliant light, crackling with energy as he thrust it forward. Balthazar's eyes widened in surprise, and he barely managed to conjure a barrier of dark energy just in time to deflect the blow. The impact sent shockwaves through the air, and the ground beneath them trembled.

"You've grown stronger; I'll give you that," Balthazar admitted, his voice laced with grudging respect. "But strength alone won't save you. You lack the cunning to defeat me."

Ethan gritted his teeth, recalling the countless hours of training, the pain of loss, and the burning desire for vengeance that had fueled him. "I don't need cunning. I have something you'll never understand—justice!" He pivoted, using the momentum to swing the spear in a wide arc, aiming for Balthazar's legs.

Balthazar leaped back, narrowly avoiding the strike, but Ethan was relentless. He pressed the attack, each thrust and swing fueled by the memories of his family and the faces of those he had lost. The city around them faded into a blur, the sounds of battle and chaos drowned out by the roar of his heart.

"You think this is justice?" Balthazar sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "This is nothing but a child's fantasy! You're playing a game you can't win!"

Ethan's eyes blazed with fury. "You're wrong! This is my reality, and I will end your reign of terror!" He summoned every ounce of ki he had, feeling it surge through him like a raging storm. The spear pulsed with energy, and he launched himself at Balthazar once more, this time with a fierce determination that ignited the very air around him.

As he closed the distance, Balthazar's expression shifted from arrogance to alarm. He raised his hands, dark energy swirling around him as he prepared to unleash a devastating counterattack. But Ethan was faster. With a final, powerful thrust, he drove the spear forward, channeling all his rage and pain into that single moment.

The spear pierced through Balthazar's defenses, striking true. A blinding light erupted from the point of impact, illuminating the darkened streets of Shinjuku. Balthazar's eyes widened in shock as the energy consumed him, the darkness that had once surrounded him dissipating like smoke in the wind.

"No! This can't be!" Balthazar screamed, his voice filled with disbelief and rage. "I am eternal!"

Ethan stood firm, the spear glowing brightly in his hands, a beacon of hope amidst the chaos. "Not anymore," he declared, his voice steady and resolute. "This is for my family, for everyone you've hurt. Your reign ends here!"

With a final surge of energy, Ethan unleashed the full power of the spear, the light engulfing Balthazar completely. The vampire's screams echoed through the night, a haunting reminder of the darkness that had plagued Ethan's life for so long. And then, with a brilliant flash, it was over.

As the light faded, Ethan stood panting, the weight of the battle settling over him. The city around him was still, the chaos of the fight replaced by an eerie silence. He felt the presence of his comrades nearby, their eyes wide with disbelief and awe.

Meanwhile, back in Denver, he's fighting a horde of vampires. And halfling (a weaker vampire), his movements fluid and precise as he dispatched the creatures with a combination of martial skill and ki-infused strikes. Each blow was a testament to his training, a reflection of the resolve that had brought him to this moment. The air was thick with the scent of blood and the sounds of battle, but Denver remained focused, his mind sharp and clear.

"Come on, you bloodsuckers! Is that all you've got?" he taunted, dodging a swipe from a halfling and countering with a swift kick that sent the creature sprawling. He could hear the distant echoes of Ethan's confrontation with Balthazar, the energy of their clash resonating through the city. It fueled his own determination, reminding him of the stakes at hand.

As he fought, Denver caught sight of Mizuno, who was holding his own against a group of vampires. The two exchanged a brief nod, a silent acknowledgment of their shared purpose. They were in this together, fighting not just for their own survival but for the memory of those who had fallen before them.

"Keep pushing them back!" Mizuno shouted, rallying as the QRF team arrived to help them. "We can't let them regroup!"

The tide of battle surged as the QRF team joined the fray, their presence igniting a renewed sense of hope among the defenders. Denver felt the adrenaline coursing through him, the thrill of combat mingling with the weight of their mission. He could see the determination in his comrades' eyes, each one fueled by the same desire to protect their city and avenge the fallen.

"Form up!" Denver shouted, rallying the team as they pushed forward against the horde of vampires. "We need to create a perimeter! Keep them from regrouping!"

Mizuno, ever the strategist, quickly assessed the situation. "We need to cut off their escape routes. If we can trap them here, we can finish this once and for all!" As he said, they heard a loud explosion in the distance, and the three of them looked each other and Ethan shouted. "Denver!! Go help Deyviel bring some Q.R.F. members with you, hurry!! " He ordered, and Denver just nodded in agreement.

With a surge of adrenaline, Denver sprinted towards Deyviel, his heart pounding in his chest. The chaos of battle surrounded him, but his focus remained sharp. He could see Deyviel and Ghelle coordinating the extraction of their comrades, the urgency of the situation evident in their movements. As he turns into a corner, he can see the distraction caused by Deyviel and The Vampires fighting. As he walked through the alley, he saw a burning truck, a mysterious woman with a sharp sword, and a man lying down in his stomach, unconscious and bleeding.

Denver's instincts kicked in as he assessed the scene before him. The burning truck cast flickering shadows across the alley, illuminating the chaos that had erupted. The mysterious woman wielded her sword with grace, illuminated by the moonlight. She was engaged in a fierce battle with a pair of vampires, her movements fluid and precise, each swing of her blade cutting through the air with deadly intent.

Denver's heart raced as he took in the scene. The woman fought with a ferocity that was both captivating and terrifying, her sword dancing through the air as she dispatched one vampire after another. He could see the determination etched on her face, a reflection of the same resolve that fueled his own fight against the darkness.

But it was the man lying on the ground that drew his attention. He was unconscious, blood pooling around him, and Denver's instincts as he realized who was lying and bleeding it was Deyviel. He glanced back at the woman, who was now facing off against the last of the vampires in the alley. She was holding her own, but the odds were still against her.

"Hey!" The woman shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos. "I'll cover you! Get that guy out of here!"

Denver's heart raced as he processed the situation. Deyviel, his comrade and friend, lay bleeding on the ground, and the mysterious woman was holding off the remaining vampires. He couldn't waste any time.

"Got it!" he shouted back, determination surging through him. He sprinted toward Deyviel, his mind focused on getting him to safety. The woman continued to fend off the vampires, her sword flashing in the dim light as she dispatched the last of them with a swift, decisive strike.

As Denver reached Deyviel, he kneeled beside him, quickly assessing the wounds. Blood soaked through Deyviel's shirt, and his breathing was shallow. "Come on, Deyviel, stay with me!" Denver urged, shaking him gently. As he assessed Deyviel's condition, the mysterious woman stood beside him and spoke. "Here, give him this," she said, and give him a syringe with a mysterious liquid inside, and Denver asked, "What's inside? Is this safe.?" Denver calmly asked.

"It would help him heal quickly," she said, and Denver just nodded as he injected Deyviel with that weird syringe. His wounds slowly healed. And he sighed in relief as a man spoke behind him.

"Man, the hell happened to him; he looks like he's one of the last terms of his period," Mizuno said as he said that Denver head snapped back at him.

"Done there? Denver asks.

"Yeah, quite quickly, the Q.R.F. do a really lot of help cleaning those bastards," Mizuno replied.You'd kill quite a lot of vampires here. Good job, brother,he added. But Denver shakes his head and answers, "No, I'm not the one who killed them all. This woman. "As he turns and points at his back, the mysterious woman is no longer there.

Denver's heart raced as he scanned the alley, searching for any sign of the mysterious woman who had just saved Deyviel. The shadows danced around him, but she had vanished without a trace, leaving only the echoes of her fierce battle behind.

"Where did she go?" Mizuno asked, glancing around with a furrowed brow. "She was just here."

"I don't know," Denver replied, still kneeling beside Deyviel, who was still unconscious. "But she was incredible. If she hadn't shown up, I don't know what would have happened to this black head."

Meanwhile,

The night was thick with tension as Kliev's group sped through the streets of Shinjuku, the headlights of their vehicle cutting through the darkness. The wendigos, grotesque and ravenous, pursued them with an insatiable hunger, their howls echoing through the night like a haunting symphony of despair. Kliev gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white as he navigated the chaotic streets, weaving in and out of traffic to evade the monstrous creatures.

"Faster, Kliev! They're gaining on us!" shouted Alicia.

Her voice laced with urgency as she glanced back at the rear window. The sight of the wendigos, their elongated limbs and sharp teeth glistening in the moonlight, sent a shiver down her spine.

"I'm going as fast as I can!" Kliev replied, his heart racing. He could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, heightening his senses as he focused on the road ahead. "We need to find a place to lose them!"

Beside him, Andrew was loading his weapon, a determined look on his face. "We can't keep running forever. We need to fight back!" He glanced at Alicia, who was clutching a small crossbow, her eyes filled with resolve. "Are you ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," Alicia replied, her voice steady despite the fear gnawing at her insides. "Just give me a clear shot."

As they rounded a corner, Kliev spotted an abandoned warehouse up ahead. "There! We can take shelter in there!" he shouted, pointing toward the building. "We can regroup and plan our next move."

With a sharp turn, Kliev veered the car toward the warehouse, the tires screech against the pavement. The wendigos were relentless, their howls growing louder as they closed in. Kliev slammed the brakes, and the vehicle skidded to a halt just outside the entrance.

Go! Go! "Cymac yelled, flinging open the door and jumping out. Alicia followed suit, her crossbow at the ready as they sprinted toward the entrance of the warehouse. Kliev was right behind them, his heart pounding as he glanced back to see the wendigos barreling toward them, their eyes glowing with a predatory hunger.

Inside the warehouse, the air was thick with dust and the scent of decay. Shadows loomed in every corner, and the sound of their footsteps echoed ominously. Kliev quickly scanned the area, searching for anything they could use as a weapon or a means of defense.

"Over there!" Yumi pointed to a stack of wooden crates in the corner. "We can use those to barricade the entrance! You guys, Ghelle, Micah, and Ronna Kylie, hide there; don't move there until we say it's safe." She ordered them, and Ghelle and the others just nodded in unison.

As they hurried to move the crates, Andrew kept watch at the entrance, his weapon trained on the darkness outside. "Hurry! They're almost here!" he urged, his voice tense.

With a final push, they managed to stack the crates against the door, creating a makeshift barrier. Kliev took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. "What now?" he asked, glancing at his companions.

"We need to find a way to fight them off," Cymac said, his eyes scanning the warehouse for anything useful. "There has to be something here we can use."

Alicia nodded, his mind racing. "If we can lure them in, we can set a trap. I can use my crossbow to take out the first one that comes through."

Kliev's eyes lit up with an idea. "What if we create a distraction? There might be something we can use to make noise and draw them in."

As they searched the warehouse, Kliev spotted a pile of old metal pipes in the corner. "These could work!" he exclaimed, grabbing a couple of them. "We can bang them together to make noise and lure them inside."

Cymac nodded, unsheathed his large axe for himself. "Let's do it. We need to be quick."

With a plan in place, they positioned themselves near the entrance, ready to execute their strategy. Kliev and Andrew began to bang the pipes together, creating a loud clanging noise that echoed through the warehouse.

"Come on, you ugly bastards!" Kliev shouted, his voice filled with bravado. "Over here!"

The wendigos, drawn by the sound, paused in their pursuit, their heads snapping toward the warehouse. With a collective howl, they charged toward the entrance, their eyes filled with a ravenous hunger.

"Get ready!" Yumi whispered, her heart racing as she aimed her crossbow at the entrance.

To be continued....