I sat in front of my computer screen, daring my brain to think of some words to type. Nothing came out. I just kept repeatedly typing the letter D on my glowing keyboard. Heavy metal tunes poured through my head. My ears were starting to get a dull pain in them. I turned around to look at the empty atmosphere of my room. So lonely and dark, besides the glow of my screen. This existence is so crap. I feel like my other half packed up their bags and went on a holiday that would never end. I never thought my being could be this empty. My passion and desire were completely useless to me right now. I don’t even have a job. All of the stars seem like they are so far out of line that I’m beginning to think that they won’t realign. I don’t have anger. I don’t have love. I don’t have a heart. I opened the top drawer in my desk and pulled out a blood red book. “That’s it.” I said as I found a spark of disappointment in myself. I picked up a black pen and began to write.

She sank her long K9’s into the soft skin on a young lady’s neck. Warm blood slipped between her bright red lips and trickled down the girl’s perfectly curved back. The body in her grasp suddenly went limp, and she dumped it carelessly on the ground. She stepped over it in her dark red, leather boots, making her way down a dirt road while licking the ruby liquid from her mouth. A devilish smile spread across her beautifully crafted face. Her sapphire eyes glowed off into the darkness, along with her intricately designed figure.

The five metre high iron gate at the front of the huge black castle, blasted open and flew off of its hinges with ease. She gracefully entered just as a crack of green lightning snapped across the clouded night sky. Rain started to pour down and drench the black grass on the long front lawn of the massive structure. It patted heavily against her silver armour and sped down her long red coat.

Two large figures emerged from either side of the monstrous door on the front of the building, and headed towards her at inhuman speeds. The smile did not shift from her lips as her body began to build up momentum. She withdrew two crystal daggers that ran down the length of her thighs. She held them behind her, on either side of her body as she snapped into a full blown sprint. The two dark figures got closer and closer. The one on her left pounced forward. She gritted her teeth as she easily sliced off its colossal paw with an upwards strike. She then pivoted her feet and spun her body around in a split second, dug both blades deep into the beast’s side and tore them out just before its hind legs. She snapped her focus to the second creature and leapt high into the air towards it. She brought both weapons down into its snout and she landed her feet on its bottom teeth. It spasmed and yelped as she clung to its head with her daggers. She moved one hand at a time to grab two of its front teeth, she then straightened her body out. A loud and grotesque crack came from the beast’s jaw. It dropped to the ground. Lifeless. She ripped her daggers out of its body, sheathed her bloody blades, then made her way to the castle.

There was a knock at the door and a servant wondered over. Clean and crisp, suited up in a tuxedo. Just as he touched the golden handle, the door exploded. Smithereens of black timber recklessly glided into the room. She slammed her boots down in the middle of the gigantic room and put her hands on her hips. She was soaked right down to the bone, and a puddle was beginning to form on the floor beneath her.

“SINNERA YOU BITCH!!!” Her voice echoed off the high walls and down the two long hallways that ran diagonally on each side of the tremendously elegant staircase.

A woman appeared high on the right balcony. She swiftly made her way to the top of the stairs and paused. The drenched girl watched her intently.

“Anarchy. What are you doing wet and on my doorstep? Come for some pleasure have we?” She rested a sophisticated hand on the thick golden railing and her glittery bright red dress swayed in the motion. A smirk slipped onto her face, her right eyebrow raised above her amber eyes as she waited for a response.

“I murdered your pets.”

“And Beth the wandering widow as well it seems.”

“You mean that human girl? She wasn’t yours was she?”

“Nope.”

“Damn, I would have loved a challenge this early in the night.” She said with an evil expression.

“What can I do you for Arc?” The dignified lady said as she delicately swooped down the many steps. She stopped a foot or two from the dripping, dark haired girl.

She was equal height to her, considering the red heels on the other woman were oddly the same vertical measurement as her boots. Idiot. The thought ran through her head.

“I heard that.”

“Good.” Her hand shot to the dressed woman’s throat, which didn’t seem to startle her. Anarchy’s guise turned to anger, she then grew out her claws and dug them into her golden skin. Scarlet streams slipped from the punctures. The world around them warped and before she knew it, she was on a beautiful mahogany table with the other woman on top of her.

“You still haven’t told me what you are after.”

“Show me those pretty fangs of yours first.” She said with a clenched jaw. She grabbed the top half of Sinnera’s apparel and ripped it off with vigorous force, revealing her black bra underneath. As a response, she slammed her hands on the wood either side of her head. Sinnera slowly leaned in. Her moist lips slightly parted. She then let out an ear piercing shriek, drawing her fangs in the process. It was so chilling that Anarchy laughed in fear. “You almost had me there Sin.”

She slid a hand up the side of Anarchy’s pale neck and used her nail to dig a slice out of her cheek. “Don’t call me that.”

“Awe, but I always liked short and sweet.”  

“Try this then.” She jumped backwards off the table and ripped off the black leather pants and red boots and threw them away. She then pulled Anarchy towards her and when their bodies clashed, she wrapped her legs around Sinnera.

“Better.” She said with a predatory thirst. Her blue eyes glistened. Sinnera secured either side of her subtle jaw and didn’t hesitate to collide her lips to Anarchy’s.

It was an erotic bloodbath of sexual pleasure and torment. Each girl was tearing at the other’s skin, covering the table in their version of  liquid seduction. Anarchy was positioned over her, biting Sinnera’s lip.

“That looks like fun.” They both turned and hissed at the male lazily leaning against the door frame. “Woah, hold up. I come in relative peace.” He said with his hands up.

“What do you want Draxian?” Sinnera said firmly as both girls faced each other, as if to instantly lose interest in the other person.

“Well, I have a little job for you.”

“Every task you have given me over the last couple of centuries, has been a complete fucking mess.” She replied with a knowledgeable tone.

“Then why do you keep taking them.” Anarchy said with a raised eyebrow.

“They are fun.” She shrugged.

“Actually, this is a job for both of you.” He said with a hint of excitement and a touch of pride.

Sinnera looked into the blue eyes above her, then wrapped her right hand around the girl’s chin. “We’re listening.” She leaned in and tenderly kissed Anarchy, who gladly accepted.

He stood silently for a moment and observed them. He then shook it off and took a gulp. “It has to do with and Elder Bind. Soulbinder, in fact.”

Both girls were already on each side of him, one stroking his hair and the other running her hands up and down his furry jacket.

“Go on.” Anarchy said, slipping her fingers through his jet black hair.

He cleared his throat. “I have its location. But, it will take several hundred years to get there.”

“So it’s in the future huh? Hmm, interesting.” Sinnera said.

“Where’s the catch?” Anarchy was weary.

“It has been passed down to an Archer.”

Both girls let go of him completely and backed off.

“No. We do not accept.”

“But an Archer could be fun to beat up.” Anarchy suggested.

“I just fought in a war with both Archer’s. They are not easy to defeat, in fact, Soulbinder is one of the most powerful of the nine Binds.”

“But your book is stronger, and what do you mean by nine?” Anarchy was being persistent. She looked to Sinnera for an answer. “Sinnera?”

“Her book was banished as an Elder Bind.” Daxian regretfully explained.

The dark haired girl looked to Sinnera for something, but she just stood with her fists clenched and anger invading her emotions.

“Leave Daxian. We will talk later.”

“As you wish Sinnera.” He then disappeared in a cloud of shadows.

Anarchy walked over to her. A confused expression on her face. By this time all of their wounds were well and truly healed. She looked at the state of her companion and decided to just hug her instead.

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“I was removed because someone decided to rewrite my story. How can I exist if my story does not even existent?” She whispered into Anarchy’s shoulder.

“Someone has your book? Shit.” A moment or two passed. “Wait, do you remember all of your wars?”

“Yes. I keep all of my memories, but every time my book is passed on to another, it has blank pages.” She pulled away from Anarchy. “That is why I have heaps of crazy adventures.” She began to walk down a long obsidian hallway with a high ceiling and red carpet down the middle. Her partner following closely, listening. “Sometimes people do not write in the book. But sometimes they do. I have been through some extremely gruesome tasks.” She stopped and opened a large door to her left. They both stepped into the room which was like a giant closet. It was stocked full with leather and armor. Also, there was a whole wall dedicated to an arsenal of deadly weapons. “The people who vote for the Binds to be labeled only allowed my book because it was in the permanent possession of one highly trusted individual.” Anarchy stopped shuffling through apparel and looked to her, waiting for an answer. Sinnera straightened up and sighed. “Ella Archer.”

“You’re shitting me...no way. But that means. she wrote everyone of your recent stories.”

“Yep, that includes the war that Aaron Archer and her died in. Or she didn’t, I wouldn’t know”

“So she doomed her hubby and herself to a painful and unsuccessful death... You don’t think she planned it do you?” Sinnera went back to matching her clothes.

“Well. There is next to no way we will ever know that.”

“True, but this crap with Daxian is definitely linked to your book and the war.”

“It's certainly worth looking into. I just hope that the new writer isn’t a delinquent and makes me do some stupid shit.”

“So you are not aware of what the writer has written and what is your own decision?”

“No. It just always feels like I’m the one in control.”

“What if they write about me and you having a shower together?”

“Arc. They don’t need to write about that. It's gonna happen whether they like it or not.”

“Well I’ll be waiting then.”

After they had a hot, steamy shower of kinkyness, they suited up and walked out the gaping whole where the door used to be.

“You still haven’t told me what you came to my home for.”

“Oh, I have to kill you later. My boss demands it.”

“Your boss is my boss?”

“Yeah but you know, he gets in these moods.”

“Well you can tell Satan that he can shove it up his arse. And you really need to stop borrowing my gear. Actually, just stop coming over altogether.”

“But no one gets me wet like you do.” She said with an innocent voice.

“Good point.”

The sky began to brighten as dawn made its hasty approach. The two fully armed women just kept walking down a long winding dirt road. Eventually they made it to the border of an enormous city. Day had long since broken and poured its brightness over the land. The guards did not hesitate to let them in. When they emerged on the other side of the small tunnel, the world exploded into a bustling metropolis. There were people everywhere, some carried all sorts of crates and baskets. A group of knights walked passed them, watching, in case the opportunity to strike came forth. Everyone could tell that they were both vampires. The leather and silver armor was a dead give away. Though they were proud of their nature, and not prepared to just give it up.

The city streets flowed with a kind of organised chaos, which was well known to Sinnera. She easily slid between carts and stalls. Not touching a thing. Anarchy moved behind her with a certain animalistic grace, unique to her design. She was a deadly fighter, who fought like her life was on the line, which explained how swiftly she could move. But the only thoughts that ever ran through her mind when she entered a battle were, how to take down my prey in the width of two seconds. Every fight was a challenge for her, and she loved challenging herself. Her cerulean eyes glistened in the sunlight, dashing from one side to another, scanning the area. She was a predator, and that is all that can be said. Aside from that. She had a rough, sarcastic attitude, like an average vampress. The only person she ever cared about was Sinnera. Mainly because Sinnera taught her everything she knows.

Sin found her one day. Lying on the dark soil of Hell, next to a flaming ash tree. She was full of blood and half burnt. She could tell that she was a vampire, mainly because half of her face was ripped off and her teeth could be seen. There was a small village that was just down the hill to where she was. It was completely singed and burned to the ground. Sin knew she was the one to blame. When Anarchy woke up she was completely healed and existing on the earthly plain. She also didn’t recall her name. Sin decided to call her Anarchy, because when she found her, she had a smile on her sizzling body.

Sin trained her to be one of the best fighters across every continent. Anarchy does not hang around her though. She likes to wreak havoc, so she is never really home, and she also lives away from Sin.  

Anarchy has earned her position as the only person that Sinnera truly trusts.

After a couple of hours they reached the opposite side of the city, where the shipyard was situated. Each dock was hundreds of feet long and housed massive ships designed to carry goods and cargo far across the sea. At the far end of the docks, there were a group of smaller ships and a large tavern. There was a great deal of movement in front of it, lively music and cheering came from inside. As they got closer, they could see that a bunch of people were crammed around the entrance, watching something inside. Just as the girls arrived, a body was thrown through the opening and into the bulky men outside. It tumbled about and ended up falling on its back at the feet of the two girls. They looked down at it.

“Ai, Sin, Ana! Whatcha doing down here?”

“Jrac you pathetic bastard. On the ground as usual.” Anarchy snapped.

“Awe, you gotta love me though ai, hahaha. Help me up girlies.” He offered his hands and the girls helped him up with ease. “Sorry boys, I got some important company here, I’ll finish me brawl later.” A few voices muttered oks and went back to cheering and betting. “What can I do for ya today ladies?”

“We need your ship.” Sin said and Jrac scratched the scales on his neck.

“Hmm, that’s gonna be a bit hard. I lent me baby to one of me mates. In the tavern back there, he’s a nasty one. A fella with a long grey beard. He probably won’t give it to ya without a price.”

“Right.” Anarchy stormed off into the building.

“She’s on fire that one. How’ve you been my pretty lady?”

“Besides the shitstorm of magical crap that is sitting on my doorstep. I’m good.” A huge crack came from the direction Anarchy went. “How about you Jrac.” A thundering smash. “How’s the plundering going?”

“Good, good. I’m not complainin’. I just emptied a village full of shinies. So I’m set for the time being.” The music stopped.

“When is your next term.” Sin said pointing to the scales on his neck.

“Ah, when the next full moon comes about. My cycles are goin’ great these days.” He put his hands on his hips.

Anarchy waltzed out of the door with a scroll in her hand. Everyone just watched her, mesmerized. “Here we are. The deed to the ship.”

After that everyone behind her cheered. The music started back up and everything went back to normal. Jrac let out a roaring laugh. “Well I guess I should get goin’, good luck girls!” On that note he turned and ran back into the lively building.

Jrac was a mermaid. His species is allowed to roam the land for a certain length of time before they have to go back to the water. He looked as if he was in his thirties. A thick head of light brown, short hair covered his head and an unshaven beard seemed to be the way he always looked. His eyes were a warm brown which made him look intriguing overall, but regardless of his appearance, he still had the best personality of any pirate.

The girls went around to the end of the shorter dock that was connected to Jrac’s tavern. A massive cave was home to Medusa, the fastest ship in the land, also the strongest. She bobbed up and down in the still water, waiting patiently for a master. They climbed aboard and the crew looked at them with surprise.

“I think they were expecting greybeard.” Anarchy loudly whispered. Sin replied with a nod.

“Ok boys, we are ye new captains.” Sinnera said and Anarchy held up the scroll. “Deal with it.”