Kiss of the vampire

"The Girl with the Sharp sword"

Mission twenty five: Under The Red moon part 2

Ethan grunted as he hit the ground but quickly rolled to his feet, determination igniting within him. “No way! We’re not leaving you behind!” He glanced at Ghellie, who was watching with wide eyes, fear etched on her face. “Kliev, take Ghellie and get her to safety! I’ll hold her off!”

Kliev hesitated, glancing between Ethan and Rebecca. “But—”

“Just go!” Ethan shouted, his voice firm. “We can’t let her get to you!”

With a reluctant nod, Kliev grabbed Ghellie’s arm and started to lead her away. “Stay close!” he urged, guiding her deeper into the woods.

Ethan turned his attention back to the leader of the Shin family, who was now circling him like a predator. “Shall we start now? ”She asked him with confidence.

"Heh, I don't usually fight a woman, but this time I'll make an exception. My name is Captain Ethan Allen! I'll be your opponent!" He shouted.

"Ow, a gentleman! I like it. I'm the one they called the strongest Vampire Lord, Clarissa von Shin." She replied.

“I’m not just a human,” Ethan replied, his fists clenched, the flames of his soul weapon flickering to life. “I’ve faced worse than you, and I’m not afraid to fight!”

With a sudden burst of speed, the Clarissa lunged at him, her movements a blur. Ethan barely had time to react as she aimed a kick at his head. He ducked just in time, feeling the rush of air as her foot passed overhead. He countered with a swift jab, but she twisted away, her laughter echoing in the night.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Clarissa mocked, her eyes glinting with amusement. “You’ll have to do better than that!”

Ethan gritted his teeth, focusing on her movements. He couldn’t let her get into his head. He had to stay sharp. “I’ll show you what I’ve got!” he shouted, charging forward with renewed determination.

He unleashed a flurry of punches, each one aimed with precision. The Shin leader dodged and weaved, but Ethan was relentless, pushing her back with every strike. He could feel the heat of his soul weapon coursing through him, fueling his strength.

Suddenly, she feigned to the left, then darted to the right, aiming to catch him off guard. But Ethan was ready. He pivoted, using the momentum to deliver a powerful roundhouse kick that connected with her side, sending her sprawling to the ground. After she flew in a distance, two U.V. bombs landed in front of her and exploded. But after the smoke settled, we could see her or him because she changed her appearance again, and now she's using blood hardening. But it isn't enough because the u.v. bombs hit her hard and burned her more.Tsk," she hisses.

“Not so tough now, are you?” Ethan taunted, breathing heavily as he prepared for her next move.

Clarissa glared up at him, her expression shifting from amusement to anger. “You’ll pay for that!” She hissed, rising to her feet with a snarl. “I’ll make you regret ever crossing me!”

Ethan felt a surge of adrenaline as she charged at him again, but this time he was ready. He sidestepped her attack, grabbing her arm and twisting it behind her back. “You’re not going to win this fight,” he said, his voice steady. “You’re outnumbered, and your tricks won’t work on me.”

"Are you sure about that?" Clarissa spat back. Readying herself. With a sudden twist of her body, Clarissa broke free from Ethan's grip, her vampire strength surprising him. She spun around, her fist connecting with his jaw in a brutal uppercut that sent him staggering back. Dazed, Ethan shook his head to clear the stars from his vision, but he could see the glint of victory in her eyes.

“Outnumbered? You think this is just a one-on-one?” She sneered, her voice dripping with malice. “You have no idea what I’m capable of!”

Before Ethan could respond, she raised her hand, and a dark energy began to swirl around her fingers. The air thickened with an ominous presence, and Ethan felt a chill run down his spine. “Let me show you the true power of a Vampire Lord!” She declared, unleashing a wave of shadowy tendrils that shot toward him.

Ethan barely had time to react. He summoned the flames of his soul weapon, creating a barrier of fire that clashed against the dark energy. The two forces collided with a deafening roar, sending shockwaves through the clearing. Ethan gritted his teeth, straining against the pressure as the tendrils pushed against his fiery shield.

“Is that all you’ve got?” he shouted, forcing more energy into his flames. “I won’t back down!”

With a surge of determination, Ethan pushed forward, breaking through the dark tendrils and charging at Clarissa. She was momentarily taken aback, and he seized the opportunity. He closed the distance between them, delivering a powerful punch to her gut that knocked the wind out of her. And Ethan commanded his soul weapon "overdrive!" Then a large fire came out to his red and black gauntlet(gerbarra) elbow like a booster he launch at her with inhuman speed that broke the speed barrier creating a Sonic boom, with a swift motion he launch an upper cut that directly connect to Clarissa's jaw with a loud boomed and unbelievable impact Clarissa was sent to Jesus I mean to hevean no I mean in the sky.

The force of Ethan's uppercut sent Clarissa soaring into the night sky, her body a dark silhouette against the moonlight. For a moment, time seemed to freeze as he watched her ascend, the shock of the impact rippling through the air. The ground trembled beneath him, and he could feel the heat of his soul weapon still coursing through his veins, fueling his adrenaline.

Ethan took a deep breath, his heart racing. He had never fought anyone like her before, and the realization of what he had just done began to sink in. But there was no time to celebrate. He knew she wouldn’t stay down for long.

"I'll be calling that punch, PUNCHLINE!" he murmured to himself.

As he scanned the sky, he saw her begin to descend, her body twisting in midair. Clarissa landed gracefully, her eyes blazing with fury. The blood hardening technique had shielded her from the worst of the impact, but the anger in her expression was unmistakable. “You think you can defeat me so easily?” She spat, wiping a trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth. “You’ve only just begun to see my true power!”

Ethan clenched his fists, readying himself for her next move. “I’m not afraid of you, Clarissa! You’re just a monster hiding behind your title!”

With a roar, she charged at him again, but this time Ethan was prepared. He sidestepped her attack, using her momentum against her. As she stumbled past him, he delivered a swift kick to her back, sending her crashing into a nearby tree. The impact splintered the trunk, sending shards of wood flying.

“Is that all you’ve got?” he taunted, his confidence growing. “I thought the strongest Vampire Lord would put up a better fight! But unlike what you said, I may not be the strongest in my division, but I'm one of the strongest.”

Clarissa pushed herself off the ground, her eyes narrowing. “You’re going to regret that!”She hissed, her voice low and dangerous. She raised her hands, and the shadows around her began to swirl violently, coalescing into dark, jagged blades that hovered ominously in the air.

"Dang, you have so many abilities; that's cheating. But be honored because I'm saving this for Lancer, but I'll be using this now." And now his boots and elbows are raging with flame like a jet ready to soar into the sky.

Ethan felt the heat radiating from his gauntlets as he prepared to unleash his ultimate technique. The flames danced around him, igniting his spirit and fueling his resolve. “You may have your tricks, Clarissa, but I have something you can’t match!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the clearing.

With a powerful leap, Ethan launched himself into the air, flames trailing behind him like a comet. He aimed directly for the swirling blades of darkness that Clarissa had summoned, determined to break through her defenses. “Gerbarra! Roar!"As he whispered that, his flames became so intense they became red. He roared, channeling all his energy into the attack.

The air crackled with energy as Ethan soared through the night, a blazing comet of fire and determination. The dark blades that Clarissa had conjured sliced through the air, but Ethan was undeterred. He could feel the heat of his soul weapon intensifying, merging with his will to protect his friends and defeat this formidable foe.

“Let’s see how you handle this!” he shouted, his voice booming as he descended toward Clarissa. The flames enveloped him, creating a fiery aura that illuminated the darkened woods. He could see the surprise in her eyes as he closed the distance, the swirling blades of darkness now mere obstacles in his path.

With a fierce battle cry, Ethan unleashed his ultimate technique. “GALAXY... IMPACT!(YEAH, I KNOW, I KNOW, IT'S GARPS, but what I can do is cool, so let him have it, ok? (wink)) The flames erupted from his gauntlets, forming a massive wave of fire that surged forward, consuming everything in its path. The dark blades clashed against the inferno, but one by one, they shattered under the sheer force of Ethan’s attack.

The explosion of fire and energy lit up the night sky, casting long shadows across the forest. Ethan felt the rush of power coursing through him, the flames merging with his spirit as he pushed forward, determined to end this fight once and for all. Clarissa’s eyes widened in horror as the inferno engulfed her. “No! This can’t be happening!”She screamed, her voice filled with panic. The flames licked at her blood-hardened form, and for the first time, Ethan saw doubt flicker in her expression.

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"Tsk, what a pity. I want to play with you longer, but you're so eager to end our fight. But that's that. If I had won this fight, I wish to turn you into a vampire so I can have you, but. I lost, she said with sadness in her eyes. But Ethan is silent.

"Maybe in another life, I can have you as my husband," she whispered.

With one final surge of energy, Ethan propelled himself forward, breaking through the last remnants of Clarissa’s defenses. He landed in front of her, the flames still swirling around him, casting an orange glow on her shocked face. “This is for everyone you’ve hurt!” he shouted, raising his fist for one last strike.

But just as he was about to deliver the final blow, Clarissa’s expression shifted. “Wait!” She gasped, Ethan's fist in her chest, her voice trembling. “You don’t understand! I’m not your enemy!”

Ethan hesitated, his fist poised in the air. “What are you talking about?” he demanded, his heart racing. “You’ve terrorized innocent people! You’ve hurt my friends!”

“I was forced into this! ”She cried, desperation creeping into her voice. “The Shin family… they’re not what you think. I’m trying to protect my family too, like you, but the vampire king wants revenge on you humans because of what your hero did long ago, so please, husband, please stop Lancer and this nonsense fighting. Many of my kin don't want to fight; we just want to live in peace away from humans. Please, I'm begging…" As she said that, her body slowly crumbling into ash, "I know you won't trust us, but we don't want this,she added.

Ethan's heart raced as he processed her words, the weight of her desperation hanging in the air like a thick fog. He could see the sincerity in her eyes, the flicker of fear and hope mingling together. The flames that surrounded him began to dim, his resolve wavering as he grappled with the implications of her confession.

“Protect your family?” he echoed, lowering his fist slightly. “You expect me to believe that after everything you’ve done?”

Clarissa nodded, her voice trembling. “I know it sounds impossible, but the Shin family is caught in a web of power struggles and ancient grudges. The Vampire King is using us as pawns in his game. I never wanted this fight; I just wanted to keep my family safe!As their leader, that's my duty, so I'm pleading with you to spare them and end Lancer's madness.

Ethan's mind raced as he processed her words. The weight of her confession hung heavily in the air, and he could feel the tension in his muscles begin to ease, though the flames of his soul weapon still flickered around him, a reminder of the battle that had just unfolded.

“Why should I trust you?” he asked, his voice steady but laced with uncertainty. “You’ve caused so much pain and suffering. How do I know this isn’t just another trick?”

Clarissa’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, her vulnerability stark against the fierce persona she had displayed moments before. “Because I’m not just a monster,” she pleaded. “I’m a sister, a daughter. I’ve watched my family suffer under the weight of the Vampire King’s ambitions. He's so drunk in his pursuit of power that he's willing to sacrifice us, his people, for his own gain. I’m fighting for their survival, just as you are for your friends. That is why I'm begging you to save my people.

Ethan's heart raced as he listened to her words, the weight of her plea pressing down on him. He had always seen vampires as the enemy, creatures of darkness that thrived on chaos and suffering. But here was Clarissa, a powerful being who had fought him with everything she had, now revealing a side of herself he had never considered.

“Your family… they’re caught in this too?” he asked, his voice softer now, the flames around him flickering as doubt crept into his mind. “But how can I trust that you won’t turn on me the moment it suits you?”

"Silly, can't you trust a person on the brink of death, hence a beautiful lady? A beautiful lady is in distress. Can you be a knight in shining armor and save not me but my people instead?" She replied with a smile. And Ethan realizes his hand is still inside Clarissa's chest, and her body is half crumpled.

Ethan's heart raced as he felt the warmth of Clarissa's blood seeping through his fingers, the reality of the situation crashing down on him. He was torn between the instinct to protect his friends and the unexpected empathy he felt for the woman before him. Her vulnerability, her plea for understanding, struck a chord deep within him.

“Why should I believe you?” he asked again, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’ve hurt so many people. How can I be sure this isn’t just a ploy to save yourself?” he said as he pulled his fist. And Clarissa fell, but Ethan caught her in time.

As Ethan caught Clarissa, he felt the weight of her body against him, the warmth of her blood staining his hands. Her eyes, once filled with malice and confidence, now shimmered with vulnerability and desperation. He could see the truth in her gaze, the flicker of a soul that had been forced into a role she never wanted.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I don’t want to die like this. I want to protect my family, not destroy yours. Help my family, the Vampire King. Together, we can end this cycle of hatred.”

Ethan's heart raced as he held Clarissa in his arms, the weight of her life resting in his hands. The flames of his soul weapon flickered uncertainly, reflecting the turmoil within him. He had fought so hard to protect his friends, to stand against the darkness that threatened to consume them. But now, faced with the reality of Clarissa's plea, he found himself at a crossroads.

“Help your family?” he echoed, his voice trembling with uncertainty. “After everything you’ve done, how can I trust you?”

"Oh, my dear husband, you're way too innocent for this kind of work, just like you humans. There are good vampires too. that don't want fighting; instead, they want peace. But we're just caught between two giant forces.

Ethan's mind raced as he considered her words. The idea of a peaceful coexistence between humans and vampires was something he had never entertained. The thought of saving not just Clarissa but potentially her family and others like her was a heavy burden to bear.

“Then help me understand,” he said, his voice steadying. “If you truly want peace, what do you need from me?”

Clarissa’s eyes brightened with hope, even as her body weakened, but someone spoke, "We'll do it. We'll help." The voice said as he turned to all of his friends standing there: Kliev, Rebecca, Ghelle, Clark (a vampire), and the one who spoke, Kliev.

"I hate your kind, but your case is different. I know people who are forced and sincere, and among them are people on the brink of death. So we decided to help, and I know those two idiots will definitely help her if they're here with us. So let's do it." As he said that, all of his friends nodded, agreeing with Kliev.

Ethan felt a wave of relief wash over him as he looked at his friends, their expressions a mix of determination and compassion. They had all witnessed the chaos and destruction that had unfolded, yet here they were, ready to extend a hand to someone who had once been their enemy. It was a testament to their strength and their belief in the possibility of redemption.

“Are you sure about this?” Ethan asked, his voice steady but laced with concern. “This is a huge risk. We don’t know if we can trust her.”

Kliev stepped forward, his gaze unwavering. “I’ve seen enough to know that not all vampires are the same. Clarissa has shown us a side of her that we didn’t expect. If there’s a chance to end this conflict and save lives, we have to take it.”

"Well, I can handle a court-martial, but not this in my conscience. People need help. And we hunters have a job to help those in need," Kliev replied.

"Alright, we'll do our best," he said as he held her in his arms. Slowly dying, as Clarissa smiles and speaks, "Give this to my vampire knight named Seigmond, and he'll understand. And he'll help you fight the vampire king. Just promise me Ethan Allen. You'll protect them. "As he said that, Ethan just nodded; a tear fell down his face. And. Clarissa, mustering all of her strength, gently touched Ethan's face. "You're such a baby face. Maybe in another life I can be your girl." As she said those last words, her hand fell, and she closed her eyes and turned into ashes.

Ethan stood there, cradling the ashes of Clarissa in his hands, the weight of her final words echoing in his mind. The forest around him felt eerily silent, the aftermath of their battle hanging in the air like a heavy fog. He could feel the heat of his soul weapon still pulsing in his veins, but it was now overshadowed by a profound sense of loss and confusion.

Kliev, Rebecca, Ghellie, and Clark gathered around him, their expressions a mix of sorrow and determination. They had witnessed the transformation of their enemy into a desperate ally, and now they were faced with the reality of what that meant.

“Ethan…” Kliev began, his voice steady but filled with concern. “We need to figure out our next move. If what she said is true, we might have a chance to stop the Vampire King and save her family.”

"Alright team, let's move out!' We have people to save, but before that we need to get her in safely," said he. Say that all of his friends nodded, and they head out into the extraction point to get Ghelle into safety.

Meanwhile, back at the lair, the battle raged on. The four generals fought valiantly against Lancer, their movements synchronized as they worked together to keep the vampire king at bay. But Lancer was relentless, his dark magic swirling around him, creating a barrier that absorbed their attacks.

“You think you can defeat me?” Lancer roared, his voice echoing through the lair. “I will turn this world into my kingdom, and you will all perish!”

General McDougal, his golden gauntlets glowing ominously, stepped forward. “Not if we can help it!” he shouted, charging at Lancer with fierce determination.

The clash between General McDougal and Lancer sent shockwaves through the lair, the air crackling with energy as their powers collided. McDougal’s golden gauntlets glimmered with light, a stark contrast to the dark magic that surrounded Lancer. The other generals—General Monica. With her soul weapon, the tempest harpoon, beside her, General Arthur swung his golden Excalibur alongside General Adrac with his trusted soul weapon, Warhammer Niegguwrath, as he shook the earth beneath Lancer.

The battle raged on, each clash of power sending ripples through the lair. General McDougal, fueled by the determination to protect his comrades and the world from Lancer's tyranny, unleashed a barrage of punches, each one imbued with the radiant energy of his gauntlets. Lancer, however, was no ordinary foe. He countered with dark tendrils of magic that lashed out like whips, seeking to ensnare the generals and drain their strength.

“Stay focused!” General Monica shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos. She launched her tempest harpoon, the weapon spiraling through the air with deadly precision. It struck Lancer’s barrier, creating a shockwave that momentarily staggered him. “We need to break through his defenses!”

“On it!” General Arthur replied, his Excalibur gleaming as he charged forward. He swung the sword with all his might, aiming for the heart of Lancer’s dark magic. The blade glowed with a brilliant light, cutting through the shadows like a beacon of hope.

But Lancer was quick to react. He raised his hand, summoning a wall of dark energy to absorb Arthur’s attack. “Foolish mortals!” he bellowed, his voice dripping with contempt. “You think you can challenge me? I am the harbinger of darkness!”

General Adrac, wielding his Warhammer Niegguwrath, stepped forward with a fierce determination. “We won’t let you destroy everything we hold dear!” he shouted, slamming his hammer into the ground. The impact sent shockwaves through the lair, causing the very earth to tremble beneath their feet.

Lancer staggered but quickly regained his composure. “You’re all so naive,” he sneered, his eyes glinting with malice. “You have no idea of the power I wield. Soon, this world will bow to me!”

As the battle continued, the generals fought valiantly, their movements synchronized as they worked together to keep Lancer at bay. But the vampire king was relentless, his dark magic swirling around him, creating a barrier that absorbed their attacks.

“All of the next generation are counting on us! ” General McDougal shouted, rallying his comrades. “We can’t let them down!”

“Let’s combine our powers!” General Monica suggested, her eyes blazing with determination. “If we work together, we can break through his defenses!”

The generals nodded in agreement, their resolve strengthening as they prepared to unleash their combined might. They formed a circle, channeling their energy into a single, powerful attack. But in the middle of their attack, Lancer pulled out his blood weapon, a massive scythe. Came forth my blood bond weapon, Blood Reaper!" As he said that, all of the generals were alarmed.

The air crackled with tension as Lancer brandished his Blood Reaper, a massive scythe that seemed to absorb the very light around it. The weapon pulsed with dark energy, and the ground beneath him trembled as he prepared to unleash its devastating power.

“Foolish mortals!” Lancer roared, his voice echoing through the lair. “You think you can challenge me with your pathetic teamwork? I will harvest your souls and use your power to fuel my reign of darkness!”

The generals exchanged worried glances, their hearts pounding in their chests. They had faced formidable foes before, but Lancer was unlike anything they had encountered. The sheer malevolence radiating from him was palpable, and they could feel the weight of his dark magic pressing down on them.

“Stay strong!” General McDougal shouted, his golden gauntlets glowing brighter as he focused his energy. “We can’t let fear take hold! We fight for our friends, our families, and the future!”

“Together!” General Monica echoed, her voice steady as she summoned her tempest harpoon. “We can do this!”

With a fierce determination, the generals channeled their energy into a single, powerful attack. The air around them shimmered with light as they combined their powers, forming a radiant sphere of energy that pulsed with hope and resolve.

“Now!” General Arthur shouted, raising Excalibur high.Let’s break through his defenses!”

The sphere of light surged forward, a beacon of hope aimed directly at Lancer. But the vampire king merely laughed, a chilling sound that sent shivers down their spines.

“Is that all you’ve got? You know last time I was just caught off guard by your little apprentice so didn't have time to use the full extent of my powers so now brace yourself humans!” he taunted, swinging the Blood Reaper with a flourish. The scythe glowed ominously as he unleashed a wave of dark energy that collided with their attack.

The two forces clashed with a deafening roar, the lair shaking as the light and darkness battled for dominance. The generals gritted their teeth, pouring every ounce of strength they had into their combined attack, but Lancer’s dark magic was relentless.

“Feel the power of the Blood Reaper!” Lancer bellowed, his voice filled with triumph. The dark energy surged forward, pushing against the generals’ attack, threatening to overwhelm them.

“Don’t give up!” General Adrac shouted, his Warhammer glowing with power as he slammed it into the ground, sending shockwaves through the lair. “We can’t let him win!”

With a final surge of determination, the generals pushed back against Lancer’s dark magic, their combined attack flaring with brilliant light. The sphere of energy expanded, pushing against the darkness, inch by inch.

“Together!” they shouted in unison, their voices echoing through the lair as they poured their hearts into the attack.

The clash reached a fever pitch, the air crackling with energy as the two forces collided. For a moment, it seemed as if time itself had stopped, the world holding its breath as l

ight and darkness battled for supremacy.

But then, three people landed in the middle of the battlefield halting every fight around as the. Three declared." Hey. Ugly time. For round two!" Deyviel shouted.