Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Drusilla’s Soul ❯ Chapter 9 ( Chapter 9 )

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Timeless Love - Chapter 9

 

Flashback Los Angeles 1997

That night the city was lively. The woman was walking on a street walk, wearing old tattered clothes, she was dirty. Drusilla was homeless. She had lost her job and her home a few months ago. Then she became a beggar. Those kind people gave her money. She entered the meat market and ordered blood sausage and a half-pint of pig blood. She paid the cashier and exited the meat market. She went to the alley and started cooking a blood sausage with a hobo stove. She began to eat her food. After she ate her dinner, she went to her dirty, old mattress on the ground and began to drift to sleep. Drusilla heard something. Sounds like someone was crying and begging them to leave him alone. She hid and witnessed two men threatening this poor, old man.  

 

“Please leave me alone. I don’t have anything on me.” said the old man.

 

The thug punched him right in the face. “Shut up! We don’t want anything from you.” 

 

“Heh, this old coot is so defenseless. How delicious would that be, an old man with eyes as wet and deep as crimson ichor.” The second thug caught the old man’s throat and held him up against the wall, he held up a pocket knife to his face as he whimpered. Dru gasped in horror as he was about to get killed. 

 

The thug chuckled, “Well, I guess it’s time to feast.” 

 

“Hey, leave him alone!” Dru stepped in to save the old man’s life from those attackers.

 

“Eh? Who are you?” sneered the thug that she interrupted their dinner.

“It’s none of your business. Now let him go, or I’ll start a fight.” demanded Drusilla.

 

“This chick wants to fight,” he whispered to his friend. “She thinks she’s tough.” 

 

The thug grunted in agreement. He released the old man’s throat as he scrambled away.

 

“All right, toot, if that’s what you want. But you defy interrupting our dinner. It’s one against two. We’ll beat you once and for all.” said the thug.

 

Drusilla smirked, “With pleasure.” Then she charged two thugs preparing to attack, she uppercut under his chin and kicked him in the stomach and sent him flying to the brick wall. The other thug tried to punch her, but she dodged his every strike then kicked him to the face as he landed on the ground. 

 

“Heh. Serve them right. That’ll teach ‘em a lesson.” Drusilla thought.

 

Drusilla walked to the old man and asked him if he was okay.

 

“You all right?” she asked him as the old man’s eyes widened with terror. 

 

“It’s okay. I won’t hurt you.” She said.

 

“No. Look out!” he cried as Dru turned around something smacked her head and fell to the ground. She raised her head a bit, her visions were blurry as she adjusted her visions, and when her visions were clear that the thug carried a crowbar. She could see those fangs. The thug was a vampire! But he didn’t have any ridge nor yellow eyes, just sharp fangs.

 

“Go! Get out of here!” Dru shouted to the old man to tell him to get away from this dangerous place. And he ran as fast as he could.

 

Drusilla stood up and changed her vampiric visage with ridge marred her eyebrows, blazing yellow eyes, and sharp fangs. 

 

“You’re both different. What kind of vampires are you? You don’t have a ridge nor do you have yellow eyes but you have fangs.” said Drusilla.

 

“We are Hominus Nocturna. And we don’t have twisted faces like you vampires.” The vampire charged at her, when the shuriken flew past through mid stop the attack.  

 

Drusilla heard a rev of a motorcycle approaching the alley. There was a black man riding a motorcycle. He halted and got off his motorcycle. He wore a leather trench coat, bulletproof vest, gloves, cargo pants, combat boots, a utility belt, and sunglasses. He also bears various straps intended for the carrying of those stakes that are so essential to killing any vampire.

 

His hairstyle was a high fade with tribal tattoos partially side of back of his head extending down to the neck and shoulders.

 

“Who is this guy?” Drusilla thought.

 

“Shit, it’s him.” the thug said. “It’s the Daywalker!” 

 

Drusilla glanced at the thug as he was talking about. “Daywalker?” Drusilla thought.

 

The first vampire charged at the man with the black leather who saw him coming toward him, as he tried to punch him, however, the daywalker caught his fist with a great reflex and kicked him in the rib. And he throws the first guy against the brick wall. The second vampire charged at him with a crowbar. The man in the black clad drew his sword and clashed with each other, then he roundhouse kicked to the vampire’s gut flying back to the trash bin. 

 

Dru stayed hidden as she watched them fight. She was astounded.

 

The vampire tried to punch him, but he ducked his blow and stabbed him with a silver stake. His body began to charred with flame and burned to ashes. 

 

“Holy crap!” thought Drusilla.

 

The second vampire charged at with rage on his face as he began to strike. He dodged his blow and counterattacked the vampire. And he stabbed to the heart with a silver stake as his body began to smoulder.

 

Drusilla stood up with a shocked and astounded on her face.

 

“Who is this man? He’s amazing!” Drusilla thought as she approached him slowly.

 

The Daywalker turned his head to see the woman approaching him and pulled out his gun and pointed at her. But Drusilla then quickly raised hands in defensively.

“Whoa, wait, wait, wait! I’m not the enemy. I’m not even one of them.” Drusilla said as she was telling him the truth.

 

The man looked at the woman wearing a blue wool cloak, old fashioned gray dress, and tan boots. She even got a vampiric face with blazing yellow eyes, ridge to her eyebrows and sharp fang.

 

"You’re not one of them? Who are you?” he asked.

 

“Drusilla. What I saw you killed those vampires. You were amazing.” said Drusilla.

 

"Heh. I've never heard that name. The name is Blade.” said Blade.

 

“Blade, eh? That’s an unusual name.” said Drusilla.

 

Blade put his gun away to his holster.

“You’re different from a vampire. What are you?” he asked.

 

“I can’t tell you what I am, but Angelus made me insane before I turned into a vampire. And I was cursed by a gypsy to have a soul. I held the grudge for everything I had done. I don’t want to kill people anymore. I want to help the helpless.” said Drusilla, reverted back to her human face.

 

“You have a soul?” asked Blade.

 

“Yes. I saved the old man’s life and you were amazing back there,” she said. “I can tell you learned martial arts and weapons. Are you a Vampire Slayer?” 

 

“Yeah. I’m hunting these vampires down and find out who killed my mother.” said Blade.

 

“Wait, your mother? Was your mother a human? Does that mean you’re a dhampir?” asked Drusilla.

 

Blade glared at her which Drusilla flinched. 

 

“Uh, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked that.” said Drusilla, sadly.

 

“No. I’m the one who's sorry.” said Blade.

 

Blade mounted on his motorcycle and started an engine.

 

“You should go home.”said Blade.

 

“Wait, I’m coming with you.” Drusilla said, mounted on Blade’s motorcycle he grew. “I don’t have a home because I lost my job. So… Will you train me? I promise I won’t slow you down.”

 

“Alright. I’ll take you to Whistler. He’ll help you train.” said Blade.

 

And they began to leave the alley and headed to Whistler’s hideout.

 

Drusilla’s voiceover: This is when I met Blade. He taught me how to fight, he started to train me to hunt vampires. And he told me to use a serum twice a week to control my thirst for blood, I needed it. 

 

I am a vampire with a soul and I will help the helpless.