User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Ronchellster Damphir

Prompt:  You're a vampire hunter. During your youth he met a girl who openly declared to be in love with you unfortunately you had to reject it. Years later you heard some reports that she is a dhampir and became a vampire hunter like you, but you two never came to work together.

One day you and four hunters came together to shoot down a castle full of vampires, but when you got there found the castle abandoned and devastated. In the ballroom you found the young dhampir, but now she was fused to two cursed swords and a living armor, her face is the personification of insanity.

- You rejected me because I was small and weak, but look at me now. Now any vampire or monster can beat me. So now you have to join me this time, you want me, no? You wish me? You want become one with me?

One of the other hunters lifted the crossbow and she reacted. The fight started.



 Answer:

 I draw my sword, demanding an explanation from her as we engage.

 "You rejected me because I was weak." She takes a bolt to her armour, not even flinching at the blow. "So I became stronger. I found these fabled blades." She brings her blade down on one of my fellows, who collapses.

 "I struck down home after home, the blades lending me strength, then I found her." The armour seems to shudder for an instant, its blue form shimmering. "I became one with the twin blades." Our archer fell to a deft blow, and she danced away before we could strike back, her feet as light as ever. She stops for a moment, cocking her head at me. There's only two of us left, both facing her.

 "Now I'm strong, and if you won't take me, we'll take you." She dart's towards the last of our party, and I run to help him. I watch in horror as he's run through, both blades pulsing as they protrude from his back. When she withdraws, he falls into a pile, just as the rest did. Now she turns to me, her insane smile widening.

 "So... Will you be mine? Be ours? Or will I have to force you to submit to us?" I stand firm and try to talk her down. I tell her it wasn't that she was weak, I couldn't be distracted by her, couldn't let myself be trapped because she was caught. I couldn't let myself be responsible for a friend being hurt. I look around at what she's done and sigh. I guess it was a pointless gesture.

 She holds for a moment, then looks at her own work. "I... I didn't hurt them, you know?" I hear the old tremble in her voice. "They'll be fine with some rest, I could take any of them, and they would love it. But I don't want them. I don't want you. I need you..." Her face goes dark, and her eyes spark red for an instant. "And I'll have you, whether you give yourself to us or not." She lunges at me, the feral energy returning to her. I blocked or dodged each blow, my sword and knife never getting a chance to strike back under her onslaught.

 I saw her blue armour slowly turn red, the phantom lights turning darker, a bloody glow surrounding us. This was never a fight I could win. Not even the most enduring or skilled warrior would stand a chance against this chimeric creature. I feel a blade nick my shoulder, and watch as she dances back, watching the flush she's brought to my skin.

 "It'll be so much better when you give in. I promise we'll love you, we'll protect you. Just give in, and we'll be yours." I stay on my feet, both blades still raised. When she dart's in again I block both of her blades and shoot in, trying to press myself against her. Her face softens briefly, until she feels my knife in her side. Her eyes widen, but I smile. I ask her what she thinks of my special knife.

 "Silver... When did you... Get... Silver..." Her face flushes hotly, the blade in her side moving subtly, letting more energy out. I took a tip from her years ago, about how best to handle vampires. I shudder as I feel her own blade pass through me. I ask if we drew this time, before giving in to my lusts.

 As we start to rub together, another form appears, her armour slowly stripping itself away from her, then standing on its own, a pink spirit form slowly appearing within. "You said... You said we would share..." She speaks softly, and the damphir looks at her armour.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> "Of course we will. But I get the first ride." She impales herself on my spear, howling as we begin to rut together. At some point I barely recall the two girls switched and I was being ridden by the armour, while she took to riding my face.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> Long before the two were done with me, my partners awoke, and spotting my predicament, swiftly proceeded to leave the old castle. It was almost a week later when the three of us staggered out of the castle grounds, the armour now resting on my shoulders. We made our way to the tavern, getting no small number of frightened looks, and entered to find my partners. Each of them was sitting with a different woman, two were with succubi, but one of the girls must have been our archer, her distinctive crossbow still resting on her hip, apparently becoming an alp after the whole ordeal.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"> I announced my presence with a cough, and they all shouted a greeting at us. Each of them thanked one of my new wives for what she did to them, even if the alp blushed as she did so. I asked if they were still up to doing work, and they all shared a grin, even the succubus. We were a group of some small renown before, but with our new abilities and strengths, we became one of the most famous bands of vampire  hunters  in the kingdom. Usually the events end in massive orgies, but we all agree, it's much more fun that way.