Author: Duralzero PM
My friends are horror fans and had read every book seen almost every media in the genre. I was never into the whole horror thing, that is, until I met Morrigan.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Supernatural - Chapters: 33 - Words: 72,608 - Reviews: 178 - Favs: 82 - Follows: 51 - Updated: 12-02-12 - Published: 10-04-06 - id: 3184144
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Well, from all the votes I received, it looks like I'll be adding the next 2 saga onto this fic. Thanks to all those who voted.
After the end of this story arc, there's 7 more characters that I plan on introducing to this fic. Only 3 of them are original characters. As for one more thing for you all to look forward to, this story saga is reaching its climax...finally (T_T). Now to keep myself from revealing spoilers, on with the fic.
Well, I'm not quite sure how this happened so let's review.
I entered the castle of Demitri Maximof, an acquaintance of my succubus companion, Morrigan Aensland.
That alone should have made me put more thought into this.
So far, I've fought hordes of vampire rejects, better known as zombies, and a psychotic vampire gardener who could control a greenhouse of killer plants. I've befriended and later fought (or defended against) a vampire who could control paper, some gargoyle statues and more vampires. By now, it's safe to say that I'm pretty sick of vampires and all the other phenomenal creatures. I would think that I'd be used to this by now.
Not a chance in hell.
This was a bit different. I was standing in the aisle in the balcony of an auditorium that was apparently abandoned, now full of applauding spectators anticipating a show of a lifetime. I thought back to a time when Riku was talking about a similar scenario.
I flinched at the whisper that suddenly came from behind me and whirled around to face it. My eyes widened in shock at what I saw.
It was an usher. A plain and ordinary usher standing there staring at me, confused and somewhat surprised at my reaction. It was obvious that I was more surprised to see him than he was to see me.
"Uh, is everything alright sir?" he asked.
I stared at him a little more before answering.
"Yeah…Yeah, I'm fine."
I assumed that he wanted me to 'return to my seat'. Quickly glancing around headed over and sat down in one of the empty chairs. I thought that I may as well watch this 'show of a lifetime' I had heard about while I figured out what to do next.
Suddenly, the theatre was filled with music from the orchestra that also appeared in front of the stage. I soon watched with mild intrigue as three people entered the stage. There were two men wearing tailed tux coats and red vests and ties over tights. There was a woman wearing a grand dame's dress, though it was modified for mobility. It wasn't long before I realized what was happening.
Not that I've got anything against ballet; I just wasn't expecting it when the guy said the show of a lifetime. I soon found myself relaxing as I watched them dance. It seemed so…so…mesmerizing.
I jerked in my seat. I looked around frantically searching for the source of the whisper. To my dismay, this action earned me some unwanted attention. I didn't realize it at first, but some of the surrounding spectators were looking at me. I felt a tap on my shoulder and my attention snapped to where it was coming from.
It was another usher.
I stared at him in mild confusion, but my mind wasn't focused around him. He wasn't the source of my bewilderment. I was trying to figure out where that whisper had come from. It sounded so close, so clear. I looked back toward the stage and ran a hand through my hair. Given how my night's been so far, I was a bit jumpy.
"Excuse me," I said getting up and moving past the usher.
I could feel him watching me as I left the auditorium.
I strolled casually down the hallway with no particular destination in mind. Strangely enough, I felt like I was forgetting something important. I felt a sense of urgency tugging at the back of my mind. I didn't see what the hurry was at the time. I just needed to walk around here and clear my head so I could enjoy the show more properly.
"Can I help you with anything sir?"
I jumped as I soon noticed the usher in front of me. Where did he come from?
"No, I'm okay," I quickly replied and walked around him.
Just like the previous usher from before, I could feel him watching me. I looked back and saw him still standing there watching me. I couldn't help but notice that his gaze was unusually intense.
Did I do something wrong? I wondered.
It was around this point that I realized that I was wandering around without a destination in mind. It was probably for the best since I was trying to clear my head. However, my mind began wandering instead.
Since I was now thinking about it, I was feeling very torn for some reason.
On the one hand, I really wanted to watch this 'show of a lifetime' that was going on, but on the other hand, I felt that there was something else that I needed to be doing; something important.
Why can't I remember?
I turned around to see that usher again. This time, there were a few other ushers with him.
"Please return to the auditorium."
I stared at them for a moment. It was plain and clear what their intention was.
Without a word, I turned around. I sighed then broke into a sprint in the other direction.
I knew they were chasing after me so I didn't look back.
It was strange considering 'normal' ushers would have thrown me out.
I was caught so off guard by the sudden whisper in my ear that I almost didn't notice the barricade of ushers in front me. I stopped before I ran into them.
With the other ushers closing in behind me, I intended to fight.
However, that didn't happen.
I was suddenly blindsided and tackled onto the floor. Being up against a gang of ushers, I didn't really stand a chance.
Before I knew it, I was thrown into the theatre, landing face first in the aisle.
Sure it wasn't the best customer service that I experienced, but I've had worse. I thought it was weird that they threw me back into the theatre rather than out. I stood up and dusted myself off before noticing that the theatre was completely black.
What happened to the show?
I was pretty certain that this was the same theatre I left earlier and it wasn't too long ago. If the show had ended, then shouldn't people who were viewing the show be flooding out into the hall right now?
Whose voice was that? Where was it coming from and what did it wanted me to remember? The voice was soft and feminine and I recognized it.
However, I couldn't remember the name.
I couldn't even recall her face.
"What the hell is going on?"
My attention snapped to the front.
On the stage was that masked magician host again.
"How the hell do you know my name?" I yelled to him.
He didn't answer my question.
"It's unfortunate that you missed the majority of the show," he said. "However, you are in time for the finale."
He held out his hand and made a motion to rise. Just then, the spectators who were thought to be absent arose from their seats in unison. Acting as one, they all turned towards me.
I was startled to see all of their eyes glowing white with dark rings around them; a stark contrast from the human like appearance they held earlier.
They all began advancing towards me from all directions. I promptly turned around and bolted for the door which was now closed. I tried turning the knobs, but they wouldn't turn. I tried pushing and pulling the doors and ramming the doors but they wouldn't budge.
"Tch, typical…" I grumbled.
I then realized that I had wasted precious seconds trying this door and whirled around to see that the audience had completely surrounded me.
I was trapped.
I began making plans to escape as the mob drew closer. It looked like I was going to have to fight my way out. The man closest to me was on my left. The moment he grabbed my arm was when I responded with me yanking my arm from his grip and delivered a fierce left hook—
-only to have my fist pass right through him.
I pulled away after making a horrific realization.
They could touch me, I couldn't touch them.
Just then, I felt my arm being restrained by men and women on my right and then on my left. No matter how hard I tried, I could not get free.
All of the remaining men and women of the audience in front of me reached out towards me.
I felt all of their hands on me and then nothing.
The world, their hands, the feeling of them grabbing me all disappeared.
I only saw blackness.
I felt my strength draining and I found myself caring less.
So this is what feeling my life ending be like.
It was that voice again. By this point I was feeling a little annoyed with it. Didn't it know that it didn't matter anymore?
"It's not too late…."
Apparently, it didn't.
What did it mean that it wasn't too late? I felt powerless. I couldn't do anything.
"All you have to do…is remember…"
That was very cryptic. What did she mean to remember everything? All I remember was watching the play before hearing her voice and everything going ape shit.
Why was I there in the first place? I knew that there was another reason other than catching some play. I was there for a reason, for a person.
I was there to save someone.
I felt myself standing and placed my hand onto my forehead as I began to think very hard.
I began to remember that I was in a castle looking for someone.
I remember fighting various monsters; vampires all the way up onto this point. I wasn't alone.
"I'm trying," I grumbled.
I remembered that I was trying to rescue one of my closest friends, Jun.
However, she wasn't the one who was whispering to me right now.
I soon began having visions of someone. It started out as a silhouette, but then took the shape of a girl. She wore a long-sleeved shirt with a matching skirt and pair of long boots. There was a decorative belt around her waist and a cross outlined in pink, embroidered in the center of her dress.
Her long green hair was unmistakable.
"Daisuke…my name…remember my name…."
The moment I saw her face was when it all finally came together.
Suddenly, the darkness shattered as if it was made of glass and I was back in the auditorium again. The mob was no longer present and was replaced by glowing white orbs floating all throughout the theatre.
Morrigan stood in front of me now. She raised her hand and all the glowing white orbs came swarming to her. The orbs soon became streams of light, flowing into her hand.
Before I knew it, she had taken her normal form complete with the wings.
She had gotten her power back.
Morrigan said nothing in response. She only smirked at the man.
She raised her hand and pointed at him as if she was pointing a gun at him. Suddenly, bats swarmed around her arm as if feasting on it, but I knew better.
Suddenly, the bats dissolved and solidified, forming some kind of long barrel gun.
"Bang," she said and a bolt of light shot from the weapon.
The moment it struck the man, he dissolved into a blinding light which soon filled the room. I closed my eyes as we were engulfed in the light
I opened my eyes to find a pair of green eyes staring into mine. It wasn't long before I realized that my head was in Morrigan's lap.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Yeah," I sighed. "What happened?"
"You were attacked by a dream eater spirit," Morrigan explained. "You fell unconscious and were dragged into his world."
That explained the weirdness of it all; the spectators, the ushers, my memory. I was glad that it was over.
"I'm glad you had no trouble dealing with him."
"He was pretty weak," she said. "Probably due to all of the resistance you were putting up."
It didn't change the fact that it was the most anticlimactic fight that we ever had since coming here.
I sat up and looked at her.
"Now how 'bout you," I said. "Are you okay from using that attack?"
"Yes. I was able to regain some of my powers from that. Even so, it would probably be safer if I didn't fly."
It was then that I was reminded of the barrier. Right now, this barrier was limiting Morrigan's powers and if she used them recklessly, it would drain her and she'd possibly die….or well, that was my conclusion anyway. I didn't really know if that was the case, but it looked like that she wanted to be frugal with her powers for the time being.
I stood up slowly to avoid feeling any vertigo.
"We need to get moving," I said. "Jun might not have that much time left."
Finding a way out of the theatre was much easier the second time around.
We also hadn't encountered any vampires or zombies either. Still, I kept my guard up.
It wasn't long before we found ourselves in another gallery.
It was quiet and devoid of any other life so we could hear our footsteps tapping the grey marble floor.
There were various sets of medieval armor standing against the wall with each of them holding a different two-handed weapon. I guessed he really liked collecting armor.
I then resumed looking forward and that's when I saw it.
Morrigan looked at me curiously. No doubt she was wondering why I stopped walking.
"What does that look like to you?" I asked, pointing ahead.
I pointed to a pair of familiar looking metal doors. There was a button panel on the wall to the doors' left.
Morrigan gave me an odd look before chuckling.
"It looks like an elevator," she said.
It was then and there that I felt relieved that I wasn't going crazy.
After a night of fighting vampires, zombies, killer plants, statues, and ghosts, we finally found a quicker way to climb the castle. We would save a lot of time in reaching the top.
And we'd be able to save Jun with time to spare.
Unfortunately, it was not meant to be.
My hopes would be dashed in that moment.
The elevator went ding, catching us both by surprise. The doors slid open and a lone figure walked out.
I grimaced. It was Morrigan who spoke.
The vampiric butler smirked as he began clapping.
"Bravo human, bravo," he sneered. "I expected Morrigan to make it this far, but not you."
"You bastard," I growled. "You lied to us."
"I admit that," He replied. "Still though, you getting out of a room full of vampires without getting bitten even once is quite something."
I took it that meant he was impressed.
"However, I still cannot allow you to pass."
William snapped his fingers. I braced myself for whatever happened next.
Just then I heard a loud clang.
Suddenly, the floor disappeared from beneath my feet and I was in a free fall.
"Daisu—"was all that Morrigan could get out before the floor closed up above me.
It all happened so fast that screaming didn't even occur to me, not that it would help any.
These last few seconds would be my final moments.
Considering what I went through, it was a pretty crappy way to die.
The beginning of the end. Welp, read and review and until next time.