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"You leave him alone!" Chiara screamed, fire shooting from her hands "Goddamn it I will kill you! Even If you are just aren't a Degenerate!"
Chiara ran towards the Spaniard with the flames coming from her hands dying. Francis had been knocked on his ass while Antonio stared at the girl with a shocked expression on his dead face.
"I'm sorry, bruja, I wasn't going to hurt him!" Antonio dodged her still-glowing fists
"You're a liar! Using you stupid mind tricks against him."
Francis watched the fight. Chiara was nearly out gunning Antonio, even though he had the full speed and thought capacity of a full fledged vampire. The whole 'fire from hands' thing was to be expected, since the reason all hunters have some kind of magical ability. Otherwise, the hunter would become the hunted and be killed by vampire, which happened a lot to normal everyday people that decided to kill degenerates alone, with no training. Francis found it oddly fitting that her ability be expressed through fire, since the reason he decided to expose her to the dark underbelly of this earth in the first place was because he saw an unquenchable anger that could have been sparked at any moment if someone said the wrong thing at the wrong time.
For a millisecond, he wondered what kind of tragedy would have sparked had he not been there.. His mind snapped back into focus. Antonio was being backed into a brick wall by a girl who had magical control of the one element that could truly destroy him, and her swings were getting more accurate.
"CHIARA JAKOBA MELANI VARGAS!" Francis barked with all of his might, and hoping that would be enough to catch her attention
It was.
The girl paused to turn her head to her mentor, her eyes glowing red, her mouth twisted into a snarl.
Francis felt fear for the first time in many years.
"Ch-Chia?" A meek voice called from further back.
Chiara's demeanor changed completely. Her back straightened, her fists uncurled, her snarl fell, her eyes reversed from raging red to a boring brown.
"He's not our enemy, Chiara." Francis picked himself off the ground, his bones creaking as he stood.
The sound made Antonio flinch.
"A Bloodsucker? Not an enemy?" Chiara would have said more about the demon in her presence, but remembered the presence of her younger sister.
"Si! I am an ally, bruja fuego."
Fire what? Chiara asked herself
Even though the vampire only spoke Spanish, the language he used was similar enough to the Italian that she knew that Chiara understood half of what he'd said.
"Just speak English, you idiot!" Chiara grabbed the Spaniard's collar and pulling the taller man down to her height
The vampire gave her a blank look before smiling. This made Chiara scared, no one did that. Especially to her. Especially when she was giving them a death glare.
"Chiara you don't want to-" Francis warned
It was to late. The Spaniard had closed the already small gap between their faces.
By kissing her.
Right on the lips.
"Mon dieu." Francis sighed, waiting for the inevitable
Chiara froze for only half a second, but there were infinite eternity in that half second. He was warmer than she expected, since he was supposed to be a corpse. She liked the way it felt to be so close to him, but also hated it. Hated it enough to snap out of the trance he'd put her in, and punching him square in the jaw. She shouted with all the fury she held in her heart. Her hands lit with fire again, but this time she saw that she was doing it.
It didn't surprise her, not at all. It felt right. Natural. It felt a lot like she was going to burn this asshole's face off.
"NO!" Someone screamed, Chiara couldn't tell who. She hadn't heard the voice, she'd only processed the thing they'd said.
Francis had grabbed her wrist and twisted it until she was on the ground, crying in pain.
"My goodness Antonio, you are the weakest vampire on this planet." Francis said placing a knee on the small of Chiara's back
"I know. Its how I get away with so much." He smiled
Antonio's illuminated eyes ran over Chiara and his smile fell.
"I think we need to have a chat, amigo. With your little fire friend here too." Antonio crossed his arms.
"I agree. But not tonight. These girls need to get home, their grandfather will worry." Francis looked over at the mortified Daisy, who'd fallen onto her knees at some point
The girl was sobbing, crying into her hands, while praying to a Rosary. She was slightly rocking back and fourth, Italian prayers falling from her lips like water from a over-filled cup.
"Let. Me. UP!" Chiara managed to groan, before seeing what Francis was looking at. "Merde." Chiara cursed, letting her body go limp.
"Don't give up now, it's just getting interesting." Antonio mocked
"Don't." Was all Francis said
The Frenchman helped his apprentice off the ground, her outfit now covered with singe marks and dirt.
"We were going to see a movie." Chiara sighed
"Not tonight. Go help your sister up." Francis patted her on the back
Chiara ran to her sister, kneeling down to her level. She reached out to touch her younger sibling, but she coiled back.
"W-what are you?" Daisy asked
Chiara shook her head.
"I don't know."
"Are you some kind of..." long pause "d-demon?"
Demon? Maybe. Monster definitely. No one was allowed to make Daisy cry, including her own sister. Seeing her sister shaking like this, her eyes shining with tears, her precious face swollen and red.
Chiara felt like pouring a can of gasoline on herself and setting herself on fire. Even though she might not burn.
"I don't know. I don't know! I don't.. god Daisy. What the hell am I doing?" Chiara asked, partially to herself.
"We were going to see a movie, but I just wanna go home." Daisy uncurled her posture a bit
"Yeah." Chiara stood up offering her sister a hand
After a moment of silence and a look of skepticism, Daisy took it.
Chiara prayed that was the end of it, but knew it wasn't.
We finally got Antonio in there. What a jerk huh? Maybe Chiara should've lit him on fire for good measure.
She probably will at some point.
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