RPG - Supernatural: Vampire vs Werewolf (Page 26 of 27)

Daphne shook her head, there had to be a way to kill the demon.

Nikoli stepped forward, “Demon, come and fight, the old way.”

“Fire in the hole,” Anita shouted as she aimed the rocket launcher at the demon. She fired and Daphne half expected the demon to merely dance out of the way. Instead he stood his ground and the rocket went through him. He turned to ash and then reformed once more. “Won’t you just die!” Anita growled.

At that moment Loxley awoke, “Salt,” he hissed between parched breaths.

Daphne moved towards, “Are you okay, Loxley?” she asked with concern.

“The demon can’t stand salt,” Loxley croaked.

“Salt?” Daphne said in confusion. She turned to Nathaniel and Griggs, “Come here!” she called.

“What?” Griggs asked looking annoyed that he had been called away from Karen.

“Loxley says the demon doesn’t like salt.” Daphne told.

“Nor do I, I prefer pepper.” Griggs said trying to joke.

“Now really isn’t the time,” Nathaniel replied.

“Do you guys have any weapons that are infused with salt?” she asked.

Fort took out his .44 Magnum and switched the silver bullets inside with some salt ones. He put the extra salt ones away for future use. He nodded at Griggs and they walked up to the demon who was still laughing and was about to grab another vampire.

Fort and Griggs raised their weapons and aimed at the Demon's head.

"Do you dogs not understand that-...AHHHCK!!!" The demon screamed looking at the weapons. He threw his palms foward and sent everyone around him flying through the forest. Fort and Griggs didnt think the demon would actually sense the salt....that was stupid, Fort thought as he flew through the trees and awaited the painful impact of a tree.

Paul smiled.  Loxley had come out to play.  Checking his words he made sure he was healed enough.

"So Loxley?  Shall we finish what we started all that time ago?"

"Please Paul your not even worth my time."

"Well I may make myself worthwhile."  Paul howled and charged spinning both swords.

Fort stood up and brushed the shards of splintered bark off himself. He looked around....where was Daphne.

He sped in and out of trees darting through the foliage. He came upon Daphne collapsed on the floor, Loxely stood several feet away and it was evident that he attacked her. Fort reached down and lifted her head. She was fine, just knocked out. Paul was charging Loxley. It was time for Loxley to die.

Fort holstered his magnum and took out Nasher he ran towards Loxley.

"MY FIGHT FORT, BACK OFF!" Paul said as he sprung upon Loxley, swords spinning. Loxley dodged and ducked out of their way. Fort understood Paul and sheathed Nasher.

"Holler of you need me." Fort said as he walked back towards Daphne.

"Not likely this time..." Paul said as he kept swinging.

D overheard the others talking about salt. He knew that there was an old mine somewhere, but he himself had never visited. Had he known the location, he could've teleported, cut out a whole ton of salt, and brought it back.

Paul wiped his blade on the grass.  He was unsure of the feelings within him.  Loxley was dead.  No were could heal after that.  It was a hollow victory.  He felt as if Loxley hadn't tried.  As if he gave up.  That wasn't the Loxley he was used to.

I think I may have just killed a friend.  The thought churned Paul's insides.  Pushing it from his mind he turned and saw Thomas and Daphne.  Thomas was a friend to him.  He never used Paul as a punching bag.  But Thomas was dead.  Something was wrong.  It can't be Thomas.  Daphne would never have loved a man if there was any shred of hope that Thomas was alive.  Paul wavered, unsure to charge or wait.

"Damn." Griggs wasn't going to let the Demon have Fort and Daphne. "Where is the mine from here?"
"About a half mile along that road there." Karen said grabbing his arm. "You aren't going alone."
"Yes I am." Griggs said firmly. "And theres nothing you can do to stop...me."
Karen's eyes were softer than ever before, he could tell she truly loved him, and the Luna Eclipse had little to do with it.
"Don't die, okay?" She smiled, and a small tear crept down her cheek.
"I won't." Griggs kissed her, then ran off into the dark.
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He sprinted down the long dirt road, it was pitch black, and the air was cool, crisp, and quiet...until he heard a soft, chattering rumble. Griggs put on his night vision goggles to see what it was, and spotted a truck pulled over on the side on the road idling a ways down.
As soon as he walked up to it, Griggs chuckled after he recognized the truck. It was the one from before; the police must have returned it to it's owner. He opened the cab door and knocked on the wall behind the driver seat.
"What the? Who the Hell are you?" Said a drowsy truck driver sitting up in his bed.
"I'm the fella who borrowed your truck last week, and I need it again."
"So yer the ******* who jacked my truck! You ain't gettin it! Not again!" The trucker yelled.
"I'm sorry but-" Griggs almost finished, but was cut off by a sawed-off double-barrel shotgun in his face.
"Like I said, you ain't gettin' my truck." The man said, but Griggs unholstered his Desert Eagle with lightning speed and shoved it against his head, whilst knocking the shotgun to the floor. "Whoa! Whoa! Hey now! All I got in that thing is rock salt!"

"...Did you say rock salt?"

Paul was at a lost for what happened.  Daphne was possessed.  Fort looked just as surprised.  He didn't know what to do.  Paul had an idea.  Maybe if they pumped her with enough salt the demon would leave.  It was a long shot.  He changed into a wolf form and took off as fast as he could.

After about 5 minutes he saw Anita in full wolf form.  He howled out a greeting.  She turned and shifted into human form.  Paul did the same.

Anita raised a hand, “There’s plenty of salt but how do we get it into the demon?”

Paul shrugged, “I’m not sure. The demon just possessed Daphne.”

“What?” Anita said in horror, “This just gets worse and worse.”

“I know, I think the demon did it to spite Fort.” Paul told as he looked at the salt mine below.

“We will probably need to sacrifice Daphne to beat this thing, my son will not be happy.” Anita said quietly as she considered their options.

“Loxley said something about a tattoo on the demon. He said if we stabbed it the demon would either die or be in a world of pain.” Paul informed Anita.

“Do you think such a tattoo would show through on Daphne?” Anita asked as she continued to sort through possible solutions.

“I’ve no idea, but there’s a chance. Knowing our luck it’d be right over her heart.” Paul snarled with anger at the demon.

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Daphne could see everything she was doing but had no control over what was happening. She was trying to fight the demon but it seemed impossible. She felt like her mind was caged, her body unreachable to control. She felt an immense sense of grief for Loxley now that she understood what he had gone through. However she was desperate to stop the demon from hurting Nathaniel.

The demon forced her to lash out at Nathaniel, she grabbed him by the throat but she would not let her own hands kill the one she loved. She fought the demon and felt the grip lessen, it was enough for Nathaniel to free himself. She copped a kick to her midsection that sent her flying but the demon had her back on her feet in no time.

They were heading towards the salt mine. The demon must have registered her thoughts as he made her stop. “I am not stupid,” he said with her voice.

Daphne wanted to die. How could she not control her own body? She desperately wanted to. She’d tried everything she could yet her willpower seemed to be locked away from her nervous system. She wanted to stop what she was doing, Nathaniel was a mess and she’d done it, even if it was against her own will.

Suddenly Daphne felt hands at her shoulders. The demon made her turn and lunge at her new opponents. Paul and Anita stood ready. Anita looked furious and Daphne didn’t blame her. She could accept death if that’s what Anita wanted to dish out.

“You wish for pain too?” The demon grinned lecherously, turning Daphne’s pretty face into something sinister.

“No we wish to destroy you,” Anita snarled as she launched herself at Daphne.

The demon tried to fight her off but it was an ambush. Paul, Griggs and Joo-Eun grabbed a limb each as Anita slammed the demon to the ground. “Find the mark!” Anita growled as she shredded Daphne’s sleeve.

Anita tore Daphne’s shirt open and found a black circular tattoo sat below Daphne’s navel. It was ornate but clearly a demonic symbol of some sort. “That’s got to be it,” Anita said as Daphne began to squirm violently.

Nathaniel was standing, his hand over his damaged eye. Already his body was healing now that he was no longer under attack. Nasher was in his hand as he watched Daphne thrash. He had to remind himself that this was not truly Daphne, although he was certain she was in there somewhere. “What do we need to do?” Nathaniel asked, dreading the answer.

“We need to stab her through the tattoo.” Paul told as he lay his full weight on Daphne’s left leg. Joo-Eun was holding down her left arm, while Anita held down the right and Griggs lay on her right leg.

“Of course,” Nathaniel said quietly feeling like something inside him had just died. He moved over to Daphne placing a foot either side of her hips. “I’m sorry, Daphne,” he said as he raised Nasher. With all his might he plunged the sword down and through the tattoo. He felt the sword slash through Daphne’s flesh, she let out a scream of pain that he would never forget. Nathaniel removed the sword and watched as ash flew from the wound into the sky.

Above them all floated an ethereal figure, a beautiful vision of youth and innocence. Her long blonde hair was parted down the middle and she reached out to obtain the evil ash.

“Who is that?” Paul asked in astonishment.

Crispin and D appeared, “That is a soul eater.” D informed them all.

They all watched as the beautiful blonde took in the demon’s ash, consuming it as D had told. She was translucent as she rose higher into the sky. Then suddenly her mouth opened and a brighter light shone out and upward. The demon’s soul was cast out and then it immediately was sucked down into the underworld.

The translucent blonde lowered herself to the ground and walked forward. Her hand touched Daphne’s bloody wound as she wept in agony. “The pain will be gone soon,” the woman told as her hand glowed and the wound on Daphne’s belly healed, the evil tattoo now gone. “I could not save the child,” the woman told.

A sob was ripped from Daphne’s lips. She’d had no idea if she’d been pregnant or not, apparently she had been but not anymore. The three werewolves and one vampire that had been holding her down now moved themselves away. Nathaniel immediately moved in to hold Daphne.

“I’m sorry,” she gasped as she held tight to Nathaniel. “I tried to control myself but the demon was too powerful. Can you ever forgive me?”

“Forgive you? Daphne you didn’t do this to me, the demon did. There’s nothing to forgive.” Nathaniel said as he stroked her face with his hand. He was still blind in one eye and there was a lot of pain but his body was healing itself. He felt a gentle hand touch his shoulder.

“Heal Nathaniel Fortesque,” an airy voice told.

Daphne saw that the translucent blonde was now bestowing her healing power on Nathaniel. Daphne felt a swell of relief as Nathaniel’s eye returned to normal, his jaw set back into place. He was so beautiful and she leant forward to kiss him instinctively.

“Who are you?” Crispin asked the blonde woman.

“I am Desdemona. I came for the demon’s soul. He has taken many in his time here and there are those who wish to have their last words spoken.” She told.

Eerily the ghosts of Loxley, Thomas, Clara, Tiffany and many more appeared. Each moving forward to the respective person they wished to speak to. Daphne and Nathaniel found themselves in the presence of Loxley and Thomas.

Daphne looked up as the ghosts of Loxley and Thomas approached her while Nathaniel still held her close. “Loxley, Thomas…” Daphne started.

“Daphne we have both come to say our final farewells,” Thomas began as he looked over to Loxley.

“Daphne, I’m sorry about the way I behaved. But you did get a first hand experience about possession by that bloody demon.” Loxley told, his face turning dark at the thought of the demon.

“I understand now Loxley. I should have known something was wrong.” Daphne replied.

Thomas placed his ghostly hand on Loxley’s shoulder in a gesture of comfort. “The power of a demon is almost impossible to fight off and believe me I know Loxley tried.”

Daphne felt Nathaniel give her a gentle squeeze. “I’m sure he did,” she said quietly.

Thomas moved forward, “Our time is short. Daphne I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry that I didn’t say what I was going to doing the night I disappeared. It was wrong of me to leave you in the dark like that. But I loved you so much that I didn’t want any harm to come to you.” Thomas noted the way Nathaniel’s hold tightened possessively on Daphne at his words. Thomas stepped back, “I’m glad that you have found a new love. I’m sure he’ll protect you far better than I ever could have.”

Daphne shook her head, “Thomas, you would have done a great job. However fate has shown us that we were not meant to be together.” She turned to look at Nathaniel, as her hand touched his jaw tenderly. “I believe I’ve found my life mate.”

Thomas smiled, though a touch of sadness touched his eyes for a moment, “Live long and well my friends.”

“Goodbye to you all,” Loxley said with a wave.

Desdemona hovered near and watched the exchange. She had sent the demon to the underworld and now it was time to retire to the earth once more. The exchange between Thomas and Daphne pulled at the tiny fibres of emotion that resided in her. Her mind was touched briefly by the thought of one she might possibly love. But now was not the time to dwell on such thoughts. She needed to fill her quota first.

The ghosts disappeared as they said the final goodbyes, leaving the werewolves and vampires to contemplate their future.