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The Mortal Instruments: Bloodlust (Naomi David And TheGreatRao)

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Naomi David

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Eliana Silverstein was in a good mood, a very good mood, she got to go hunting with her boyfriend tonight. Word had it that some Vampires were breaking the Law, feeding on humans, and rumors were also floating about that a coven, or as she liked to call them 'the minority that makes the majority look bad', were planning on, well, nobody really knew, but something had to be done to rescue them, so naturally, the Clave sent her and her boyfriend to solve the problem.
 
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The best thing about hunting wasn't the actual thrill of the chase, or even of the kill for that matter. No, thought Vincent Archambault. Though hunting certainly had it's perks - the rush, the job well done - The best thing about hunting was the post-hunt roll in the hay. So when the Clave sent him and his girlfriend, the lovely and talented Eliana, to a purported coven to take out it's purported Vampire inhabitants, he was there in a heartbeat. "You womenfolk sure take your time getting ready," he said to Eliana as he climbed in through her window.
 
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"Yeah, well, need I remind you an archangel is my Father?" Eliana slyly replied... She looked like an Armory's dream, with visible weapons, and many unseen weapons. Eliana had a tendency to be unpredictable, but when with her man, Eliana was a very reliable and deadly huntress. She brushed a lock of hair out of his eyes, and she spoke,"Ready for play time?" She had this weird habit of shouting,"Ollie Ollie Oxen Free!" just before she busted up something big, and many monsters in the city learned to run at the sound of her voice. Any child of an archangel was not to be messed with.
 
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"You're reminding me often enough," Vincent said, with a smirk.

Compared to Eliana, he must have looked ill-prepared. Instead of a vast arsenal, his consisted merely of twin seraph blades, that when in use resembled a pair of sai. As his deadly girlfriend brushed hair out of his eyes, Vincent longed for a kiss. But he wouldn't dare steal one before a mission. Instead he just laughed when she shouted her catch phrase, and turned lust into resolve. He turned down the collar on his leather jacket, cracked his neck with a shake of his head and set out into the night.
 
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Eliana had daggers hidden in her boots, even more daggers strapped and concealed on her legs, a bow and a quiver full of arrows on her back, and two seraph blades on her back as well, and even more nasty goodies on her belt and hidden inside of her jacket as well. She pulled up her hood, and she followed him out, obviously excited. Now, they had to go to a graveyard. Of course, she always kept a couple of lighters on herself, just in case she needed to barbecue a monster. Fire didn't always kill, but getting burned always hurt.
 
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Vincent and Eliana descended to the street below, where his jet black motorcycle awaited. He could feel the still-hot engine beneath him as he hopped on, Eliana sliding behind him. He started it up and the engine purred to life, spewing steam into the air like a jet of steam in the cool night air. He revved, and then shot forward, the wheels spinning like mad against the pavement. "Bring it," he muttered, ready for anything with Eliana's arms around his waist.
 
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Eliana smiled as they got down to the street below, and she got on Vincent's motorcycle after him. She put her arms around his waist, she was on an adrenaline rush, precious few things made her happy, and one of them was Vincent. She had done at least two of her nuttier stunts on his motorcycle when chasing down some demons, like jumping off while it was moving, tackling something when she had been thrown...
 
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Vincent weaved through side-streets at a steady clip taking shortcuts as the sped toward the cemetery. He took it easy on his bike, not wanting to attract much attention. As they neared their destination, Vincent looked over his shoulder. Eliana was beaming, and he couldn't help but light up too at the glimmer in her eyes. When they were within walking distance, he slowed down and killed the engine. No point in alerting the vampires to their presence early. Excitement tingled in his chest and at his fingertips; he could sense the adamas in his seraph blades waiting to come to life.
 
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Eliana was smiling the whole ride to the cemetery, she couldn't wait to do some damage, though, she alone could probably decimate the whole lot of them. Eliana always felt better with backup, and even happier with Vincent. On occasion when she got furious enough, or had enough energy, she could create mini earthquakes to center around an enemy, or, on the one occasion, when she had lost her parabatai, seeing her murdered right before her eyes, she had felt such rage and pain, she had created an earthquake so powerful it had swallowed up the monsters that had killed her friend. She spoke,"Show time!"
 
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Even with the blood of angels in his veins, Vincent didn't like cemeteries. Something about the idea of death sorted into wooden boxes in the ground unsettled him. It wasn't a phobia, per say, but he was glad to have his best girl with him. "You know- suddenly I'm having second thoughts..." he said, dropping the seraph blades into his hands. He felt their warmth as the blunt cylinders whooshed to life, becoming deadly weapons instantaneously. It renewed his vigor as he walked up to the stonewall encircling the cemetery. He started to enter through a gap in the stones. "You got this," he whispered.
 
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Eliana didn't fear cemeteries, well, she didn't like some of the stuff that was found in cemeteries, like Vampires. She spoke,"We cannot abandon our duty. We might even find a new recruit, and I don't want to be the one to cremate them if they die..." She dropped her seraph blades into her hands, whispering her Father's name,"Michael!" They at once activated, becoming deadly blades. She followed him through, and she spoke,"Got eyes on three in the trees, and three more by the plot of graves over there, and four setting up a pentagram..."
 
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"Game on." So there were ten of them on the ground, maybe more he couldn't see. "You want the pentagram? I'll take the trees?" He didn't wait for her response, just headed for the copse to his left, tuning into his surroundings. He could hear Eliana as she headed off through the grass. Vincent saw three shadows moving in the trees. They were aware of him as he tensed his grip on his blades. He prepared to strike.
 
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Eliana kissed him on the cheek, and she whispered," For good luck!" And she went off to take care of the pentagram, they were tying the girls all up for who knows what, though she noted that one of the girl's bonds seemed looser, but she didn't pay anymore mind to it when the Vampires tending to the pentagram attacked. She used a nearby gravestone to give her a lift, and she leapt into the air, she bisected two of the Vampires straight down the middle from head to... One would wonder why her arrows didn't fall out, though it was enchanted to not leave the quiver unless somebody took it out with their hands. The other two were treating her more cautiously now... Eliana spun her blades, and she lit the bodies of the Vampires on fire from her lighters. Bisecting was enough, but one could never be too careful. The other two looked horrified, but she was getting the sense that something was wrong, well, even more wrong. Her Mother had begged her to not go on this hunt, telling her she had seen horrible visions, but Eliana had calmed her by saying that all Shadowhunter business was dangerous. Her Mother used to be a normal human with Sight, an ability that had caught the attention of Michael, the archangel, which had produced her. Despite being an adult, her Mother was able to safely Ascend, able to safely drink from the Mortal Cup to become a proper Shadowhunter. Now, her Mother provided insight, visions on missions, since her Sight was better than any of the Shadowhunters, even better than Eliana's sight. She was regretting not listening to her Mother, not realizing the price tonight had.
 
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The first vampire charged into the light, his face stark and pale, his fangs ready to tear into Vincent. He could sense the others; they were taking the long route, planning to flank his rear. He brought one seraph blade up into the first's chest, impaling him, and with a swing of the other blade, he sliced through it's neck. The head went flying into a tree, and bounce off. He'd burn it later. For now, he had two more behind him to deal with. As they came at him, he spun around and swung his arms towards each other, making an X-motion, bringing the blades past each other lightning quick, decapitating them. It was too easy. He decided to go check on Eliana. He ran toward the pentagram, jumped a gravestone, and joined her. "Hey El...." he said, and then his heart stopped. This wasn't good.
 
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Eliana deactivated her Seraph blades, and drew out her bow and nocked arrows, quickly destroying the remaining vampires that had been working on the pentagram with exploding arrows, well, they exploded on contact with the Downworlder's flesh... Four down, six to go... From her hearing, she heard Vincent take one down, she knew the sounds of decapitating very well... Five down, five to go... She heard him take two more down by decapitations, so seven down, three to go. She spoke when she heard Vincent,"I've got a bad feeling about this man... Crap! Behind you!" During Eliana taking out the four Vampires working the pentagram, the one girl whose bonds were looser had gone missing, and she saw her right behind Vincent, along with the three other Vampires... Her wrists were bleeding, and fangs bared... This was bad, very very bad... Such a dilemma, untie and rescue the mortals and destroy the pentagram, or rescue Vincent? She was really regretting not listening to her Mother now, but she couldn't abandon innocent mortals or possibly Shadowhunters... She was calculating mentally the time it would take to nock four arrows to strike all of them Vampires down, but she couldn't see any way out of it all without her love getting hurt... She would level the cemetery with earthquakes if she had to, she would burn the nesting and resting places of Vampires down if she had to. Many supernatural beings in the city did not like to anger her, her wrath was known to all. Then again, Michael was her Dad, and he always backed his little girl up, smiting those unworthy of living, or 'unliving'.
 
Eliana was splattered with blood but the good news was, it wasn't hers. She had cleared the area encircling the pentagram with ease, but it was the trail of blood leading out of it that concerned him. Vincent could sense the others behind him. Three and a newborn. "Save the others! I've got this," he shouted before spinning around. The newborn, dripping with blood, was on him. On the plus side she was slick with the fresh red sanguine. It made it easy to slip out of her grasp and cut the head off another vampire. But the newborn was fierce with blood lust. She jumped on his back and dug her fangs into his neck. The others joined her, latching on with their fangs. He felt, surprisingly good. Lucid even. He felt warm, and devoid of pain. But he also felt lightheaded. They were draining him fast. The last thing he saw before dropping his seraph blades and hitting the ground was Eliana gunning for the vampires taking him down.
 
Eliana was splattered in blood, but that wasn't a new look for her, she almost always came home from missions splattered with blood, except when it was a diplomatic mission. She obeyed his orders, and she released the girls, both of whom squealed when they saw her, and she smiled, they had rescued Shadowhunters, or mortals with Sight. She spoke,"You lot alright?" They spoke,"Define alright!" She rolled her eyes, and she got out her phone, and gave it to one of the girls, and she spoke,"Hold down the number 2. Allies will come. Tell them what has happened!" She screamed in rage when she turned, seeing her beloved get drained, and she saw one of them force their bloody wrist into his mouth... She screamed in rage again, and lightning began to flash, and thunder was rumbling. She then saw them begin to drag him away very quickly... She pounded her blades into the ground, pouring all of her anger into the force, and she concentrated on the earth, trying to split it open... All she could do was make the earthquake... By the time Shadowhunters got here, the Vampires and Vincent were long gone... She had a dead look on her face, sheathing her blades when she pulled them out of the ground, and she picked up Vincent's as well... Well, the only upside was that these girls were Shadowhunters for sure, the runes for healing worked on them, and that they had the black on their minds, though that was unusual, but never the less, it was determined that they had special rituals done on them as infants to ensure that demons couldn't influence them... Well, at least they were safe, but anybody that knew Eliana knew that the look on her face meant she was going to go on the warpath very soon. It was raining hard, but Eliana knew a tracking rune wouldn't be impossible... Of course, she could just ask Magnus to do it, but she didn't like bothering him, even though he owed her many favors.
 
After he fell, Vincent drifted in and out of consciousness. Everything happened in a jerky, helter-skelter fashion. A wrist was shoved into his face, and he was forced to drink from it. After the initial splash of blood across his lips, he wasn't doing it from being forced, he actually wanted to drink. It tasted vaguely like metal. The world spun around him. He heard - and felt - the earth shake as he was dragged along it like a hunter might drag a deer's carcass. He could hear voices talking about turning him, about fighting off the girl. He was thrown into some kind of compartment. A door slammed. He was vaguely aware of being taken somewhere. The door opened again. Then he was pulled out and dropped. Laughter. Something soft and heavy, earthy smelling hit him. It was dirt. Before he knew it, he was surrounded by the stuff. And everything stopped. No sound, no light, no feeling but the cold earth around him. He fought the urge to sleep as long as he could, but it was no use. Before long he was fast asleep.
 
Eliana had gone back to the Institute, cleaned up, got something to eat, and geared up again, setting out on looking for Vincent, though, the best way to find him would be at night, but nothing was going to stop her from searching for him in the daylight, besides, nobody could see her, well, no mundane could see her, so she could pretty much work undetected. Searching would take a long time, even with spells and all, she wasn't even sure anything would work now, but she wouldn't give up, not on Vincent. She would take her vengeance out on every last Vampire she found, well, save for the ones that she was friendly with, but all others were fair game. Screw the freaking Accords. She would do whatever it took to find Vincent, she would not leave him behind. She had loaded up on arrows of all sorts, bladed weapons of all sorts, and her personal favorite, a flame thrower, though it was a lot smaller than one would expect one to be, though it could still do the same damage as a larger one. It was an invention she had invented, well, she did have some help on it, but the idea was all her own, she just had help on putting it together, testing it... Either way, it would make fighting demons and a whole host of other monsters easier. Right now, she was ready to call in every Shadowhunter, well, living ones, in the state, to check cemeteries and abandoned buildings... She was just hoping she could find Vincent... She didn't want to lose him. It had been hard enough to lose her parabatai, but she knew it would hurt more to lose Vincent.
 
Vincent woke in darkness. His entire body was surrounded by dirt. It was cool and smelled of earth, of decay. It was suffocating. The funny thing was, he wasn't short of breath. In fact, that only thing he felt was an overwhelming hunger for blood, gnawing at his insides, making him feel queasy. All he wanted was... blood? That couldn't be right. He thought of the time he'd had his wisdom teeth removed and his mouth had filled up with blood. And now he craved it, like an itch all over his body he couldn't quell, like he wanted to jump out of his skin. He thrashed in his earthly tomb, clawing his way through the dirt, up and out of it until he could feel the moonlight on his hands, it burned a little. He pulled himself out into the open air, stood up and shook the dirt from his body. He cracked his neck and was overcome by his now enhanced senses. He could taste the moisture in the air, feel the currents in it, the way the heat rose up. He could smell the ground, the city nearby, everything. His eyesight was so powerful that it zoomed in on a tree, magnifying it. He could hear a far off wolf cry, an owl swoop down and pick up a mouse, cars on the far off highway. He fell to the ground, assaulted and bombarded by his senses, shutting his eyes and covering his ears with his hands. And then, he smelled perfume masking the scent of a human. A woman. He heard her heart pumping and the thirst for blood came back, full force. He would have her.
 
It was the middle of the night, she had teams from New Jersey and Pennsylvania searching cemeteries in their states as well, but something drew Eliana to this particular cemetery. Not because the tracking rune said so, but because her heart said so. A lot of the shadowhunters that she worked with joked that she and Vincent always knew where each other were... Right now, she was walking about, trying to filter out sounds that were not needed to be heard, like a wolf howling, cars... She was wearing perfume, it was a perfume that Vincent had given to her for her birthday not long ago. She then heard ground cracking, and she shouted,"Michael!" Her seraph blades come on, nice and deadly, and she ran towards the area where she heard the sounds of the earth cracking, opening up...
 
Just as quickly as the taste for blood found it's way into his brain, it dawned on him what had happened, what he had become. He was a vampire. he licked his teeth to make sure, and could feel the fangs with his tongue. He even touched one of the fangs, and it drew blood. It made his hair stand on end. It made his stomach plummet. He had to fight this, had to... No, the hunger was gnawing on him. It was all he could think about. He felt cold, he felt weak, like he would die if he didn't drink. And she was his source, this nearby woman. It seemed wrong, it seemed.... no it was right. Survival of the fittest. Vincent's hunter instincts didn't kick in to help him find the nearby woman. No, it was his blood lust that took over. He lumbered through a copse of trees, breaking off small, spiny branches that cut through his clothes, but merely tickled. He saw her through the trees - a red hired woman in a peacoat, setting a bunch of white flowers down on a grave. He could see the heat radiating off her. The beating of her heart was driving him crazy with hunger. He ran toward her. "What are you--" she shrieked, dropping the flowers. He pounced on her as she started to run, covering her mouth with his hand. She struggled to get away, writhing beneath him, as he tried to bite her. She beat him to the punch, gnawing on his fingers to get free. It barely registered with him. Finally he brought his teeth down on the nape of her neck, hard. The hot blood gushed out and she slumped beneath him. He bled her dry, and then stood up. He was still hungry. He wiped the blood off his mouth and was about to drag her body away when he heard footsteps. And then a familiar aroma filled his nostrils. Eliana. Sweet sweet Eliana. No, not her of all people. He couldn't. But the hunger gnawed.
 
Eliana heard screams, this was so not good, but she heard tree branches and such breaking before the screams, so that meant that before the screams, the Vampire, or what ever made the woman scream, had been moving... Then the screams faded, Eliana was too late, that just really enraged her. She climbed into the trees, moving all ghost like, jumping from branch to branch, until she was finally one tree away from him... Away from leaping onto his back, not realizing it was Vincent... She had to time it right though... And then she saw the pale body of the dead woman, and her anger got the better of her, she flew down from the trees, angling to tackle him, then again, if she missed, she could somersault, and not get hurt... Her blades were thirsty for blood, then again, many Downworlders died tonight, mainly Vampires that wouldn't talk about the 'rogue' coven. Plenty of covens were spared though, the covens that followed the Accords. Pretty much everybody was working overtime, but at the least, the younger Shadowhunters were getting experience in fighting monsters. She had always been a hot target for Vampires because her blood was special, well, and Nephil that had more than the average amount of angelic blood were hot for Vampires since their blood could be used to create Daylighters, and in Eliana's case, since she was the daughter of the archangel Michael, nobody really knew what her blood could do, other than it more than likely had strong magical properties. Even as a child, she had showed great promise in combat, though Mother wanted her to go to normal mortal schools before doing hunting stuff.
 
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