Nikki placed a hand over her eyes, a bitter laugh escaping her. She had known Kisuke for almost a century, yet in reality, she didn't know him at all. Upon her arrival at her old home, she had found him waiting for her, Morgan nowhere in sight. There was, however, another vampire with him, a young girl, with long white hair. While Nikki had never met her before, she coudln't shake the feeling that she knew her somehow.
And then Kisuke had spoken. He told her who the girl was, what he had done, and why he had done it. Nikki didn't belive him, she couldn't belive him. But at the same time, how could she not? It made sense, when you truly thought it through. She was missing parts of her memory, and this explained it. But to think that she actually had a child, and that he had kept that from her...
Well, it didn't sit very well with the Alistair Vampiress, not well at all. However, she chose to set the matter of Yuri aside for now. She locked her stone-grey eyes onto Kisuke. "Where is my brother, Kisuke?" There was a threatening tone to the question, but Kisuke only smirked.
"My dear Cherie, by the time you find him, it will be too late. He will either be a success, or he will die. You are here for one reason and one reason only." He held up a finger as he spoke. "I want to know which of the two of you is stronger, mother or daughter. If Yuki is the stronger, than my little task will be complete. She was created for one reason. Artifical creation of the Pure Blood lines. That is it. I will be the first to admit that I would not be the most suitible for the siring of such a child, yet I had little options. I had to work with what I was given--"
Nikki cut him off, drawing her sword. She had heard enough. Clearly, the man she had thought she had befriended years ago never even existed. And to think that he would expierment on his own child. She couldn't think about it, she didn't want to think about it. Nikki glanced at Yuki, the girl only standing there with a blank stare on her face as she continued to glance back and forth between her parents.
While Nikki could not say that she viewed her as a child, there was no denying the gutteral instinct she got to protect Yuki, something perhaps only a mother has. Yuki was her child. And Kisuke was by no means a father. Her eyes narrowed. This needed to end.
By the time the others had arrived, the fight had already drawn on too long. Ava's rather simple question was answered by Nikki falling from the roof above them, landing with a rather soft thump between Jasper and Vincent, only to get back up and jump, giving the others little more than a second glance. She was too angry to worry about the others right now, and frankly, she may not have even noticed they were there.
Kisuke was waiting for her, still standing from where he had thrown her, and as she attacked, he atomized, but this time not enough. She'd managed to cut him this time, on his forearm, and quite deeply, too. He smirked, he was getting faster. Yuri, on the other had, was still standing, watching the fight. She was well aware of the words the two ha exchanged, and seemed to be aware of the fact that Nikki was her mother. What she felt about any of it was quite uncertian; there was no emotion on her face to show the thoughts in her head.
Yuki did, however, acknowledge the presence of the other four who showed up. She looked slightly confused at that point, as her father had not said anything about others. Her yellow eyes looked them over, as they were not far from where she herself was standing, but then returned her attention to the fight, as Kisuke had pinned Nikki, the two of them now on the ground.
But something was different this time. Yuki recalled that Kisuke had said a fight was inevitable, but he wasn't going to hurt her. And by the sound Nikki had made -something between a whimper and a scream- he was hurting her. So why had Father lied to her?
Well, Yuki certianly wasn't one to just stand by and watch that. Raised for fighting as she had been, she didn't like death. And the look in Kisuke's eyes was one of just that: blood-lust. Yuki moved, her speed very close to that of a Pure Blood, and she created a telekinetic wall between Nikki and Kisuke, forcing the male to let go of her. A look of shock crossed the vampire's face as he took a few steps back. Yuki stood between them, her face still rather blank.
"Yuki, what are you doing?"
The girl made no verbal answer, but she did pick up her mother's sword. Nikki was staring at the back of the girl's head, as surpised as Kisuke was. To the surprise of everyone, Yuki did answer, just not in the way one would expect. Everyone in the vicinity heard her reply, a soft voice that flickered through all of their heads.
You said you wouldn't hurt her. You lied. I don't like liars. I don't like killing things either. But I will kill you if you don't stop.
Kisuke only laughed, and then he took a step. But that was as far as he got. For a second, his body glimmered, like it was suddenly very shiny, and he froze mid-step, a maniacle grin still plastered on his face. For a few seconds, nothing happened, and Yuki was only staring at him. And then, his body exploded. Blood splattered the snow around them, and Yuki herself, who then licked her hand, her expression never changing, acting like she didn't just kill her father. Soon after, the blood turned to dust, the only indication that a vampire had died.
For a second or two, Nikki could only sit there, shock marring her face. A part of her was relieved that at least it was over, the other didn't know what to do about Yuki, and the third didn't want to belive her friend was dead. If he had even been her friend. Somehow, she doubted he had, but a part of her still wanted to belive that somewhere he had been a good person.
She shook her head, glancing up at Yuki when the girl handed her back her sword. Nikki stood up, her wounds already healing. She still had not actually acknowledged the others, but at the moment, she still had one more thing to do.
"Yuki, do you know where Morgan is?"