#⁺˚*𝒞𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝐵𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹𝑒𝒹*˚⁺ - 𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆

[icecoldwilliams]

Ephemeral blonde tresses, bloodied and damp against skin. A gruesome wound marring chic ivory, and muffled mutterings, pleadings repeated for nights on end, ad nauseam, delirium ; searing pain from a bullet right alongside one that shouldn't be her own. Foreign and innate, migraine amplifying confusion. – Nina saw it all in a matter of seconds. Felt all of it... just as swiftly as she attempted to shut it out.

❝So you still want to be Dio Brando...❞ She took a breath. Scowled. Amethysts brighter against garnets with a realization. Tracking every red furrow, their sights. Before daring to subtly crane her head, derisive in how she ran her digits down her neck.

❝...Then you can join him in his grave.❞

While she'd rejoin the mist ; a literal purple haze this time surrounding, consuming all in it's wake like a cyclone. Making the rooftop her ring and reaching into the coils of her Lions brain to leave him alone in the eye of the storm. Instead of lightning, however, he dealt with flashes of her ; four identical figures in her image. Elusive. Illusionary as they each took their turns dealing blow after blow. — 'PK Combo' into an 'Assassin's Blade'. 'Swallowtail'. Aconite. All imagined.

None of it real.

Not her own doppelgängers. Not their strikes. Not the cuts and bruises that he could've sworn formed on his skin. Perhaps not even the only calm amidst the whirlwind, how it all seemed to slow to a halt... with his face within her less than gentle grasp.

Her? Another her? ...Whether another mimic, or his living, breathing, undead beloved, it didn't change how she yanked his lips close to hers, the little room remaining for blood to trickle down from his gash and invade her senses, nor how it had ice fracturing. Fangs... aching.

Never mind the low whispered threat in between.

❝Did you really think.. wearing his skin would earn you my mercy...?❞

His plan worked however she had a sharp ace up her sleeve, the blade cutting right into his face at the same time his own blade piercing her skin and yet before he could do anything else she was gone like mist in the wind. She reappeared a few feet behind her and he turned to face her as he felt that icy glare.

He saw the wound he had inflicted and the blood dripping out, even if she could turn to mist he could still cause damage. His plan had worked and yet he felt no joy, only pain in his heart, he hated this, hurting her, how he wished to allow her to carve his heart right out of his ribcage to make amends but there was more to this than just his emotions, he had to control himself, control the situation and stop it from turning deadly. One way or another he had to talk to her. “You know more than anyone how difficult it is to deal with me..” he says while returning the glare.

He watched as she licked her blade, perhaps a way to intimidate him, but then he saw the change in her eyes and he felt something , a pull, a sudden vision of shapeless shadows and incoherent whispers. Even in another world, a reality that was not his just the same as he was not from hers, the blood bond they shared was still there, still strong.

The images appearing in her mind were a bit more vivid than Dio’s show in a memory she thought she lived through but different, as if seeing it from Dio’s point of view how how she got in between him and the bullet and then whispered lamentations, regret, but was this real? Or just another trick from someone she considered a fake?

“I’ve told you who I am, I am Dio Brando. You above anyone else should know who I am!” He says with conviction, taking slow steps towards her. His eyes locked onto a target, his mind focused, teeth ready to strike his target, her neck.

[icecoldwilliams]

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐃 ( 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐋: 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐇 ) | ✲・*

|| 3/3 - see 1 & 2 here & here. Enjoy 🦇💜

🩸 - Nina in this verse you'll find is typically more.. despondent. If not extra reclusive. Perhaps karmically, what was meant to be a final twisted joke on her sister ended up having unforeseen consequences on her own psyche. In truth, Nina now finds herself rather.. lonely. Despite initially trying to walk a different path in her afterlife, supposedly start anew, she still fills her time with what she's always known: dabbling in the crime world, orchestrating hits, and slowly but surely running the world to it's knees behind the scenes with her own goals. In more cruel irony if anything for one reason or another, she's only thrown herself into her work even more. Just sipping from blood stained scotch glasses and studying the occult all the while. – Yet if asked if she was truly happy in doing so, or had she found what she was looking for.... she wouldn't respond.

🩸 - How reclusive you may ask? Despite having an estate full of "underlings" and servants, barely any of them are 100% certain of her name. They instead refer to her with respectful titles, as she gives a different name every time one of them is brave enough to ask. Throwing her actual one in the mix once or twice actually just to mix things up, but with the number of varying answers they've yet to notice. - It's better this way in her mind. After all, she's still the woman who killed the man a large number of them practically worshipped. The majority follow her for power and sanctuary. Nothing else. There's no need to let them get too close. And should it be discovered any of them recognize her from the tournaments or the war? Well... let's just say in her mind and experience, blurring one face out of someone's memory is nothing compared to losing them all together.

🩸 - ( ^Some of them secretly do actually care about and look up to her tho. Concerned about her too. Like ma'am please come out of your office, have you even eaten today? ;n; )

🩸 - Despite a small part inside of her wanting to get away from it all, she still keeps a close eye on events regarding the tournaments, old acquaintances, her son and her sister, all quite literally from the shadows. Don't be surprised if she still messes with Anna's head from time to time in little ways from "beyond the grave". (She's secretly still alive full on conspiracy when?)

🩸- Since her powers center around the subconscious, sleep and illusions, one possible perk of this is she probably can create the illusion upon her appearance, make herself temporarily appear like a completely different person or even someone she knows. But.... with her hella pride towards her own looks? Pffttt- Why touch on perfection?

🩸 - Yes she drinks blood. Yes she can still eat human food. - If she ever had the chance to drink Kazuya or Jin's however she'd likely comment on theirs being different somehow, courtesy of their own otherworldly abilities.

🩸 - No she's not narcoleptic like Eliza. But the two against Nina's wishes have probably run into each other and shared tea & coffee here & there. ☕️ And while Nina herself has managed to avoid the Archers of Sirius, her undead underlings in advancing her areas of influence are probably feuding with the exorcists as we speak. With the devil controlled state of the world however, and despite the holy warriors likely already having a bounty on her anonymous head, Nina has given strict orders not to kill them if preventable. As the saying goes, the enemy of thy enemy is thy friend, right?

🩸 - When chatting with someone not from her past life Nina will absolutely at times also lie about her age just to freak people out. (Might be easier to say "oh yeah I was there when Rome fell" and make people wonder if you're joking or not than explaining the whole she technically has two ages debacle, yeh?)

🩸- As macabre as it sounds, she still spends some of her free time visiting the grave Anna's orchestrated for her. Right alongside their fathers. In all fairness she had doubts Anna would bother. And she still doubts that the idea of adding an offensive epitaph later on hasn't crossed the minx's mind. - You're likely to find her there on cloudy nights, and if not, the yards grave digger and patrol's probably started their own myth about her that they'd love to share.

🩸- Otherwise should you ever wish to contact the infamous now MIA assassin, just think about her in the dead of night before you rest your eyes. Literally. As stated in the previous verse notes, vampire Nina has the ability to dream walk and will utilize this method to contact people from her past life while maintaining her fates anonymity. — also just to freak people out when she's lonely bored 🦇💜

[icecoldwilliams]

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐃 (𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐋: 𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 ; 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒) | ✲・*: ✲・*:✲・*:✲・*:･･

|| Being a vampire opens ones eyes to many new weapons for ones arsenal, some even an assassin has never used. (2/3) See the first part here, enjoy~ 🦇💜

🩸- First & foremost Nina will always pride herself on her natural human strength & skill. In her eyes you can show off all the supernatural perks you like, even the devil can be outsmarted by an even more devilish but human brain and brawn. - In her afterlife, this hasn't changed. New cards in her deck aside, her martial arts prowess & affinity with weapons will always be the first played from her deck. Just sometimes with a tad more... theatrics. Her new abilities consist of some of those found in stereotypical myths & fables of her new kind. And a few more unique. – Like Eliza, Nina can manipulate a dark energy like force that she will at times incorporate into her Aikido & Koppojutsu. Only hers is more so a orchid & purple colored mist with gold specks mixed in. (Remnants of her past life's ki) For the most part however, Nina simply transforms into this mist like substance to travel here & there.

🩸 - Otherwise, in comparison to other vampires, Nina's powers specifically center around illusions and the subconscious. Stemming from her unique connection with her former sire, and her own prolonged time spent with the ever cold sandman in her past life, Nina can cast illusions, and primarily she can enter & manipulate dreams. – She's found it to be an oh so interesting method of keeping in touch with people from "beyond the grave". It keeps her fates anonymity, and messing with a certain brunette head as never been more fun. ....Well worth the slim risk that the more lucid could wield their dreams against her.

🩸- Whether fortunately or unfortunately, these powers also come with the ability to hypnotize and brainwash others. Using her eyes, her voice, and her already well versed silver tongue, she can hypnotize most into becoming her own little puppets to walk, only excluding those with an incredible will. Yet given her own history with being brainwashed, in most cases this is a skill she's very very reluctant to use.... at least long term. If anything Nina may use it to give just a taste of how powerful she's become ; the threat her company is facing, or perhaps even a taste of what she once went through. Otherwise, she prefers only using it under extreme circumstances.

🩸 - It's important to note that yes, even in her afterlife she can be hurt. She can even be nearly fatally wounded, just not killed entirely with weapons and brute force alone. Nina can heal herself of said injuries simply via ingesting blood. But even if no longer fatal, they won't heal until she does. The pain will remain and if agonizing enough, it can send her into a state of frenzied blood lust. - Nina typically prides herself on being very demure, very mindful and controlled in her approach to drinking others life force, just as she's always prided herself on controlling her emotions in the ring. But in this state she loses all of that in favor of mere survival instincts. All but attacking anyone she can find and draining them dry. ....Best to give her space.

🩸 - There is only one method proven entirely fatal in her eyes. The same she used on her sire himself that rises and sets everyday. Even from the safety of shade she still has trouble enjoying the daylight... If only because it tends to remind her that frigid heart in her chest actually does exist. 😔

🩸 - And finally, as far as other stereotypes go. No she cannot turn into a bat. Yes she does have a reflection (lest one of her favorite skills of putting on makeup become her new worst ⛈️nightmare⛈️). Yes she can eat garlic, and any normal food she'd like for that matter. No she does not need to be explicitly invited into places. And yes, she does mainly survive off blood. 💋🖤

[icecoldwilliams]

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐃 ( 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐋: 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫𝑳𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑺 ) | ✲・*:✲・*:✲・*:･･

|| Notice: This verse originates from my thread with the always lovely and incredible @diotheworldus , but with a twist. It is essentially a bad end au of what we have planned for the thread, and is available to anyone interested. This verse also takes place after the bad end route of T8's ending, in which Kazuya takes over the world, and it dabbles in themes of: blood, death, resurrection, redirected ire, defying ones legacy, power & protection, letting go, and overall starting anew.

With the safe kept gift of a drop of a certain vampires blood from a mission that already long rocked her rigid perception, a devil choking the world in his grasp and possible reasons behind her unconventional decision abound, Nina finally takes her life into her own hands... via ending it all.

Please enjoy~ 🦇💜

🩸 - The how was perfect. Intricately planned. One final toe to toe with her dear little sister, spanning days just like old times. Ending in a bang, or more fittingly.. multiple. A barrage of bullets, a final blaze of glory. One order to fire courtesy of her sister, yet only after a vile drained dry and a trigger from her own hands. — Anna finally gets the brief momentary satisfaction of "winning" she's always wanted. And the limbo of intense regret, guilt and complex Gordian knot of emotions that comes with it. The knowing that it was all over, that apparently... it was all her fault. And Nina, dead. Undead, now has a front row seat to the entire show. With another ticket to a much needed escape and a whole new life in grasp. – An afterlife, that is.

🩸 - The transformation itself was grueling. For but a moment it began with nothing, the stereotypical light and life flashing before your eyes. A vague silhouette of a patriarch no doubt waiting for her in hell. ...Then, it was weeks worth of agony. Confusion. An unquenchable thirst that left alleyways and her lips stained a crimson red. She was so out of it she couldn't even have the satisfaction of witnessing her own funeral, only finally visiting the familiar etched gravestone months later. Amidst wandering, overhearing rumors of her sisters triumph, to mosts doubts, and others claiming herself as simply MIA. This was fine.

🩸- This was admittedly.... lonely. Nowhere near as interesting as planned. Vampirism offered extra protection, power, yet... the only one she could admit to wanting to share it with was dead via her own hands. Anyone she once considered an ally in the tournaments finding out she was still alive risked ruining everything. There was no turning back. Only moving forward. – Yet a path ahead at times still takes twists and turns through where you've already been. For awhile the blonde returned to the desert, the stately abode of her now predecessor. Gathering what was left of his allies, what was left to her by his own word... and swiftly handling any who didn't oblige. This was... different. Yet parallel to what she already knew.

🩸 - Whether out of perceived debt, responsibility or something else all together, the vampiress now resides in the same city the two undead once spoke of visiting together someday. Again wielding the worlds strings, and furthering her own realm of underworldly influence under the guise of anonymity. – With a growing following at her disposal, and knowledge from years of one consistent role under both the Zaibatsu & G-Corporation in her arsenal, Nina's swiftly established herself as an all but vampire mafiadonna in both the criminal and supernatural spheres. Still doing what she knows best, overseeing a growing army, orchestrating hits for pay and bringing the world to it's knees... if only to lift it up from the ashes. This time entirely from the shadows, and entirely on her own terms. Her own limits. Her own power. Even without her own purpose.

(1 / 3) 𝔗𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔢𝔡 | ✲・*:✲・*

[icecoldwilliams]

Will you ever tell Anna you lived?

A single fault in still waters... There's something so captivating in how light glistens off azure pools. — Yet also something so... unnerving. Blinding with naïve wonder like a bullet to the more feeble of hearts. Shot through the chest and cage like ribs before they could even notice the shadow lurking below the sea.

A siren seeking ruin ; pure and wicked mischief. Even tainting usual thin lips into a curve.

❝Let me put it like this,❞ The vampiress crossed her legs as she leaned against her executive seat. ❝Taking things to your grave is a skill... but also a cliché.❞

Another's death bed will more than suffice. Besides, witnessing the minx forced to live her worst fear of being left alone with no one but the horrid wrinkles of lost youth complimenting her face, and the following heart attack when her sister walks in as young as when she 'left'? No strength to even get down on her old boney knees and beg for the same 'afterlife', or indulge in her favorite past time of whining about it her life being oh so unfair.

Typical rules aside, now that's a show too priceless to miss...

[icecoldwilliams]

|| As meticulous & cunning as Nina is, there is absolutely one irrefutable piece of evidence she left behind to support the she's still alive conspiracy

And that is the sole fact that she 100% made sure to take her entire wardrobe w her to her "grave"

[icecoldwilliams]

❛ you mean nothing to me. ❜ - from anna 😔

𝐇𝐈𝐓 '𝐄𝐌 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒 (𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈) | ✲・*

So a cowardly rose shows it's thorns... Pointed, well crafted ; dull and plastic, barely striking skin, let alone what lied beneath.

Is this the part where she was supposed to care? Feel offended? Hurt? ...Any sensation at all...? — Well... a blatant lie for a lie, the eldest did admittedly feel something.

Sardonic and droll, bubbling at the back of a parched throat with only teeth and a growing smirk caging it within. Cracking, tainting the morose glacial structure with a bright gleam in it's eyes. One her brunette company should recognize all too well... in contrast to the orchid wisps of mist mingling among strands of blonde hair. Golden even in the dark space.

Golden as if casting the prevailing shadow in which even in sleep her sister still found her place.

Arm folded, painted nails now thankfully the only victim to her gaze. ❝Anna....❞ Don't lie. Shared silver tongues may be hereditary, but clearly consistent skill with them was not.

Tonight the minx's was so obvious she might just cut it off... if only lingual mutilation were anywhere near as torturous as the question she posed amid the increasing orchid fog.

Quite literally clouding her dear little sisters mind.

❝ Then why am I still here? ❞

[icecoldwilliams]

So I gotta kill the 𝓓𝓔𝓥𝓘𝓛 hiding in the driver's seat He's staring at me like I'm good enough to 𝔢𝔞𝔱 He's got another thing coming if he thinks he's gonna feast on 𝒎𝒆, hey So I say, "𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻'𝑺 𝑰𝑻 𝑮𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑨 𝑩𝑬, 𝑳𝑼𝑪𝑰?" | ✲・*:✲・*:･ﾟ

[icecoldwilliams]

And if you don't believe ━ You better get 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 Ask my 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔:

𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝑽𝑰𝑪𝑰𝑶𝑼𝑺 | ✲・*:✲・*:･ﾟ

[icecoldwilliams]

! Tw for: blood, death !  ✲・*:･ﾟ✲･ﾟ:*  ˚ₓ

𝑵𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅

...

What imbecile would actually believe such a phrase?

With how many times she's been known to cheat death, leave it only to a certain halfwit brunette to continuously push the boundaries of being foolish and naïve. Yet even she couldn't completely judge her sister for falling for the morbid stunt. After all, she truly put on quite the show.

Ringing for a meetup was a request the fury filled minx wouldn't refuse, a fight ensuing was inevitable. – Poor dear Anna, in mourning and instilled with so much rage that counting the number of mistakes the younger sister made during their encounter became an amusing pass time. And yet with each one the assassin refused to take the kill shot, instead dragging the tussle on for days. Set on breaking the siblings record for their longest brawl.

Shots were fired, grenades and bombs were used alongside locks and thrown punches. Neither Williams would leave the scene without some new scars nor broken bones. And when it came time for her final act, Nina timed everything perfectly so one would not leave at all.

During her sisters next barrage of bullets, the blonde dodged and weaved in between emptying her own cartridge, all the way up until she found herself behind faulty cover. A sheet of metal perfect for piercing.

The brunette was reloading her machine gun, taking the chance to scream more accusations in the meantime. The assassin slipped a snowflake shaped vile from around her neck, filled with crimson liquid that soon dripped upon her tongue. – When her sister was just about to pull the trigger, Nina pulled one of her own. Setting the automatic rifle set up nearby ablaze.

— It was quick. Her bullets pummeled her body first, she didn't even have air left in her lungs to scream out in agony. Her last breath already taken seconds before her sisters bullets followed suit and left the once blonde bombshell riddled, lying in her own pool of blood. Token purple bodysuit torn to shreds, stained red along with golden strands. The sight was horrid, the mother of all assassins was so mangled she was nearly unrecognizable throughout all that followed : Anna's discovery of her body, initial disbelief, followed by 'triumph' that slowly spiraled into a breakdown. The minx's eventual numb retreat...

Fitting, wasn't it? Her sister would live the rest of her life being wrong. She'd live haunted by the belief that her sister was dead and she was the one to finally take her down.

She would never witness how hours later flesh mended itself ; how her lungs again breathed nor how those frigid azure eyes not only opened again, but practically glowed with an added scarlet hue.

And most importantly, Anna would never see the new sharp fangs calling her sisters mouth home.

Who would've ever guessed coming across literal demons in her line of work could come so in handy?

Nina Williams was dead.

And now, with no more thorns in her side, she could rest in peace.

𝑻𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟏 / ?  ✲・*:･ﾟ✲･ﾟ:*  ˚ₓ🦇❤️💜

[icecoldwilliams]

❝ so you drink blood ? ❞

𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 | (𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈)   ✲・*:･ﾟ✲･ﾟ:*  ˚ₓ  

❝Not exclusively, no.❞ Hence the subtle tilt of the quarter empty glass of scotch in her hand.

A new pair of fangs wouldn't stop her from frequenting her usual hole in the wall dives. She still enjoyed her favorite scotch on the rocks, the occasional whiskey and typical tea with milk. She still partook in a bowl of cereal during marathons of a particular cartoon. — The only change in the assassin's diet was she now needed blood to survive in a whole new way.

More mundane food and liquid no longer held any nutritional value for her. They only served to diminish boredom and amuse her taste buds. – Blood on the other hand, a taste of the crimson life force was required to heal injuries, illness. Quenching thirst and hunger was impossible without it.

Fortunately her line of work didn't exactly come with a shortage of blood even before she was reborn into the night.

The first few times admittedly she was a tad reckless, revival came with a sort of.. temporary frenzy. But now she's found a method to the madness. Finish her hit, take a drink and take care of the mess when she's done. Leave no trace behind. 

Just as before.

The blonde merely smirked. Watching the ice cubes swirl in her glass. ❝But I will admit, I'm saving morticians half the embalming process...❞

[icecoldwilliams]

❝ so, how old are you really ? ❞ [ listen Koji asking the real question ]

𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 | (𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈)   ✲・*:･ﾟ✲･ﾟ:*  ˚ₓ  

As expected, the young rebel was as irritatingly brave as ever. Letting such a rude but familiar question escape past his lips in front of the fatal women he once bothered was one thing. Doing so now, with her addition of fangs and those faintly luminescent eyes that were akin to staring into a cold hypnotic oblivion however?

Sometimes she truly questioned if he had a death wish.

Fortunately for him, he lacked a hit on his dimwitted head, and his blood reeked of mundane flavorless swill. Nothing worth putting extra effort into.. acquiring.

Instead of snatching the boy's life, the vampiress merely gave him a subtle tilt of her head, and an equally subtle shrug of her shoulders. ❝Take a guess.❞

He didn't know when they worked under the same roof, seems he still didn't know now. Looks like for once they had something in common. – If there's anything she's grown accustomed to in the past few years, it's people mistaking her age. The next.. oh.. eternity should be a piece of cake.

[icecoldwilliams]

[ COFFIN. ]

𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 | (𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈)  ✲・*:･ﾟ✲･ﾟ:*  ˚ₓ

Bats, blood and coffins. So many myths featuring vampires from various cultures around the world, dating back to the ancient Greeks, perhaps further.. Even her homeland tells the tale of Abhartach. 'Kill him with a sword made of yew, burry him upside down, surround his grave with thorns and place a large stone upon his grave.'

Stereotypes, the lot of them. Every last one.

But.. nevertheless, turns out curiosity can even kill an already passed cat. 

The moment Nina caught wind that dear Anna was no doubt fishing for sympathy by holding her funeral was the same minute she was presented with a perfect opportunity. The plan was simple : try the casket out for size, tap the cover when anyone who bothered to show had left and then play deader than she already was when curiosity had the brunette check inside. Vanish the second Anna blinked.

As far as her sister knew, her body disappeared shortly after she fled the scene of her 'death'. With any luck, she'd drive the minx insane. – Then came the unexpected. The stench of his blood gave his identity away. Unfamiliar, not similar to her own, it couldn't be Anna who she felt staring at her.

Instead those frigid eyes opened to find another nuisance entirely.

Of all people, Sergei Dragunov was the last person she'd expect to stop by to 'pay his respects'. — The cold staring contest lasted a few seconds, before the blonde merely smiled and held a finger to her lips.

Disappointing the man who likely only came to make certain of her demise would be a bonus.

[icecoldwilliams]

Searing, burning, tribulation ; The panel encased slug should've lodged between flesh and cage. It should've been fatal. It should have left him a measly pile of ash..... So why weren't his screams breaching her senses? Why did she instead have the misfortune of watching as this clone apparently rejected her ammunition without so much as lifting a finger, tore the bullet from his bones ; his all too familiar birthmark... and dared charge her way?

Amethysts blinked, widening as he made distance meaningless. And when his hand so much as brushed her glock, his killer didn't hesitate. Triggering a mechanism, wristguard sprouting a blade and slashing him straight across the face..... almost in sync with his own plunging beneath her clavicle.

He distracted her. Successfully... Cute.

Now, amethysts glared. Malice striking off tinted ice caps as she once again faded to mist... But the vampiress struggled. Unable to whisk as far away as she wished. Outright unwillingly reforming ten feet behind the former vampire lord and staggering back further. This time, guns.... holstered. Knife taken out, tossed aside with ease despite the ensuing bleed, the pain infiltrating her lungs... and own blade brought to orchid lips.

❝Not bad... a resilient cockroach.❞

— Call it impulse, call it instinct. It didn't change how her tongue then ran the length of her weapon. That same look that once accompanied moments pertaining essence and digits, now savoring remnant crimson while staring it's source dead in the face... luminescent violet brighter against neon reds, just to freeze. Close with the wound on her chest.

And open with the onslaught of foreign images invading her wicked albeit vexed brain.

❝....Last chance. Tell me who you are, and maybe I won't crush you beneath my heel.❞

His strike connected, he could feel as his fist hit her abdomen but then the sensation vanished and all he saw was mist and a pleasing scent. Confusing filled his mind, where did she go? How did she avoid the attack? What was this mist? More than enough time for her to counterattack.

He felt her presence behind him far too late, the shot hit his back causing him to feel something unexpected, pain, seething burning pain, like this bullet was burning as hot as the sun itself. He acted fast, jumping away a few feet and having his hand stab its hand into Dio’s back to rip out the bullet and toss it aside. He coughed blood, the wound on his back still bleeding and very slowly healing, much too slow for a normal wound. “That was no normal bullet…” he tore off his shirt to inspect the wound more, right below the star shaped birthmark was a hole that struggled to close, he could still feel it aching, even when he tried to turn off his sense of pain he could still feel it.

“What the hell did you shoot me with?!” He roared but his mind was already planing on how to counterattack. He couldn’t take more shots, just this one had left a painful injury, if she had shot him in the head he might have died or been incapacitated long enough for her to kill him. He knew it already but this was concrete proof, his beloved was out to kill him, why? Why did he deserve her ire? Questions for later for he knew she wouldn’t answer if he asked.

As he planned his attack he came up with an idea, yes, an old strategy that might prove useful. He ran towards her again however he used his stand to stop time and throw a knife he kept in his pants towards her from above. An attack from two directions. Time resumed and he was mere inches away from her, his target the gun in her hand.

[icecoldwilliams]

Fiery, furious. Monstrous. ; That fire that burned so cold, etched into furrows and chiseled features alike. Forging the face haunting her most macabre of dreams, every night, day and in between...

There's the 'Dio Brando' she knew.

The assassin saw him in her sleep, in her wake.. even mirrored in her sharpest steel blades. Somehow always burning, cauterizing the same wound again and again.. as if she could still give a damn.

– At one: all of that ice, that cold, merciless ire stared him down. Azures cutting straight through him, his words, deeming them negligible in their pursuit to pierce his very soul. Two: the tables turned. Crimsons suddenly close enough to sear, ivory and strands of blond only just evaporating in a orchid haze as a fist shot straight through a barely volatilized abdomen.

And three: a pause... mere milliseconds allowing surprise to taint her gaze.. actual ...speck of pain.

Before she dissipated completely.

Mist on the wind. Nonexistent all over again.

Reduced to a scent of lilacs and scopolamine, the only thing accompanying minutes of unease. Of silence.

Sans an intangible form behind him. Solar charged bullet emerging and fired at his back from the smokey visage of a drawn gun, right as the fatale materialized in all her glory. Save for her other hand shrouding a fresh bruise.

❝In your dreams.❞

Daggers to his heart, ice colder than the depths of space, apathy that left him stunned. His emotions, his declaration to not want to lose her, all ignored, fallen on deaf ears that denied his very existence. “Are you listening t-“ the hit connected, as did all the others, the pain barely registering in his mind as confusion too over all his ended, why was this happening? Why was she not hearing him out? Had he been wrong? Did this Nina never love him? Was it really just a game for her in this world?

His body about to hit the wall after being thrown so skillfully by her, in that moment he snapped back to reality, putting his hands out to push himself off the wall before making contact and landing on his feet. “As skilled as ever…” he said as he turned his eyes back at her but in that moment she saw something she had never seen first hand, the eyes of a monster, glowing in their intensity, a fire that threatened to burn her alive as he took a fighting stance.

Did she love him? Had he gone too far? Was he wrong about her? Did he come to the wrong world? Ann questions he buried as soon as they appeared in his mind. None of it mattered. He will make her listen, he will be heard, he will break through to her and find out what happened to her even if he has to defeat her in a fight. This won’t be easy, not at all. If he wanted to fully incapacitate her he could simply stop time and rip off her limbs and her such a thought only made him want to rip off his own for daring to even think such a thing. No this will be a fight like those sparing matches they used to have except this time his beloved was intent to kill.

“Bullets? You think that will even slow me down? Your men shot me with enough ammunition to burry a corpse and yet i still stand before you unharmed. Go ahead…” in that moment those words she said finally made it to his brain. Fake, did she believe he was t real? Some imposter…true this is a ludicrous situation and her Petshop could tell but with her lacking the ability to see stands it was much harder to proof. “Wait…you don’t think I’m re-no words won’t reach you right now. I’ll break your ice…even if…” I’m the blink of an eye he was right at her face, fist racing toward her stomach. “I have to break it with my bare hands!”

[icecoldwilliams]

Beautifully brilliant, bored and demeaning. Briefly analyzing the air where an unseen force once lay. There truly was something about the gleam in his vampiress' gaze.. His beloved lioness, now the same woman eyeing him and every stage of his apparent grief... like a cat grown tired of her prey.

A drone of denial, anger, bargaining, depression ad nauseam, all ricocheted between faster than fired lead & brass.. and somehow it was the pungent stench of iron that pierced the ice ; her senses. Spilled crimson tainting azures with a violet hue, glowing, glaring her little nuisance's way. — The consequence of red trying to infiltrate blue ; of an aroma contradictorily unfamiliar in how it reeks of familiarity that dare try to ensnare her senses and make newfound fangs ache...

Nina breathed it in.. just to release it with a tsk. ❝God you're annoying...❞

Any ounce of temptation squashed beneath the same heel that again sought the face that dare try to put Adonis himself to shame. A simple attempted kick. ❝Dio Brando, renowned vampire, ringleader...❞ Then again. Heel to face, followed by a strike of her hand to send him staggering. Aconite to Jumping Flip as she rushed forward, leaping over his form, grabbing him by the shoulders in an attempt to hurl him into the nearby wall, just as she did in his home gym so long ago. ❝...Barking like a dog at a mere few hits!❞

No intention of going easy. Tonight, no mercy to be found.

Missing in the way his lithe love stood, brushed blonde strands out of her cold face. And how she strides closer, guns drawn, even twirled between her fingers at her sides.

❝Do you think a fake like you is worth a bullet?❞

Would he like to find out?

It all happened so fast, all but one of her blows landed, the final kick was stopped by something she could feel, sense even, but not fully see. In seconds Dio jumps back a few feet and spits out blood, she was much stronger than the Nina he knew. “W-what are you doing?!” He demanded as he took a fighting stance, ready to defend himself if he had to. “You don’t believe me? Is that it?! You don’t know the man who reached your heart even when he’s staring you in the face!?” The look in her eyes, Dio knew he was talking to deaf ears.

Just what happened to him in this world? Had he lost the game or had the game never taken place at all? Had she simply killed him as soon as she could? No, she wouldn’t know the names they used to call eachother if that was the case, something happened and he was going to find out what. “You can’t beat me Nina. If I go all out you won’t survive…” an obvious bluff, perhaps it might have been true for the Nina he had lost, thou he still had his doubts about that, but this new Nina was much stronger and who knows what else she has under her sleeves.

“What happened to the Dio of this world?! What happened to you that you became a vampire!? Answer me!!” His eyes blowed red with fury but not at her no, it was an anger directed at fate itself, was this how things would be? Was he going to lose her again? No, he won’t, he hasn’t even held her yet. Time is ticking, she was sure to attack again, he had to stroke before that, to stop her,if she was like him now then surely she could take a beating, handle losing a limb or two surely he could incapacitate her, he had to…..he….couldnt do it…

His hands fall to his sides. He just stares at her with a sadness that she may have never seen in him before. He then took a step, then another and another towards her. “I won’t fight you. I can’t. Rip me apart if you must, we both know that won’t kill me.” He had absorbed enough blood to heal any injury rather quickly, but even so if she truly tried to kill him with everything she had he may not recover before sunrise.

“I found you again. After losing you I won’t lose you a second time.” As he walked towards her it felt like he was traversing through the deepest glacier, those cold eyes, so frigid and yet so beautiful. Dio had called off his stand, he would not hurt her no matter what.