I'm sorry....but I can't die just yet...
Saying that Alexander broke the chain keeping his arms handcuffed and made a circular motion with his hand, grabbing the fatso's arm and breaking the elbow with a simple upwards movement, making his ground to the floor.
It all happened in a split second, the fatso shrieked in pain like a small kid before Alexander punched him in the face, sending him flying backwards with a broken nose and jaw.
Jumping over the table and the guy that remained silent and sitting this whole Alex disappeared out of their sight, in the darkness of the warehouse.
Monique's heart was beating fast, ever since she got on this mission she hoped Alex would turn back to them and come back to the village with them, all the injustice done to him by the elders and his father she would make up. But ever since she saw him step out into the light...no, even when she heard him enter the warehouse she knew it would not end that way.
Now that he escaped their sights she remembered how terrifying he can be when he's serious. Getting her short daggers out she stood in a defensive stance, not letting her guard down.
Seeing his soon escape and one of his men go down already just made him remember why he got sent here. Without thinking he pulled out his sword and held it up high, looking at the other two he commandingly yelled;
Be ready! Keep your guard up!
Alexander minimized his breathing and making any noise as he hid behind a wall of crates in the dark and listened to the others. It looked like his father and Monique were ready but he couldn't tell if Nathan made a move yet.
He needed to get his swords fast if he was going to go against them all. His father was a skilful swordsman. Slowly moving around the crates towards his belt and swords, Alex heard another sword leaving its sheath.
Nathan stood up after letting out a loud sigh, he never wanted to end up in this situation, he was on many missions with Alex before and he was well aware of his strength, the thought of him being bitten by a vampire was just terrifying. Unsheathing his sword Nathan took a step away from the table and stood ready for the inevitable...
Alex saw his swords on the ground only a few steps away from him but reaching out for them would mean revealing himself. There was no going back now and there was no time to feel regret, this had to be done in order to secure a somewhat peaceful future for him and Yuviel.
Turning on his runes Alexander made a small jump and rolled on the floor as he drew out his katana...
Hearing the familiar sound of a sword being drawn out of its sheath he jumped towards the source of the noise, landing over the crates, leaving Monique and Nathan behind in the light he could clearly see Alexander glowing faintly in the darkness in front of him.
Without a second though he charged at the man that was his own son with the intention to cut him down. Charging, his first attack was deflected without a problem but his second one missed its target much to his surprise.
Deflecting his father's attacks with ease, Alex felt glad he used the demon's ash to this end, he remembered how hard sparring with him used to be.
Stepping to the side, Alex cut his father's leg and then the chest, there were so many openings. That didn't stop him though, he still went on attacking very slowly as it seemed to Alex. Parrying yet another attack Alex swung his sword to the side and with that pushed his father's sword aside.
Making a clean cut across the chest he watched the man once filled with pride now drop down to his knees, filled with regret. His chest was cut wide open and the blood that once created him was now spreading across the floor beneath his feet.
Seeing their captain getting cut down, Nathan jumped down from the crates and cut Alexander across the chest. His blade definitely connected, it had blood dripping down from it but it didn't seem to affect Alexander at all which was terrifying.
Feeling the cold steel splitting the skin on his back had a completely new sensation. His own blood running down his back felt oddly cold, soaking his white shirt.
Turning around Alexander just looked at his old time friend, Nathan, standing in a defensive stance in front of him. He did not want to kill him so he said calmly;
...just walk away.
Hearing Alex say that Nathan took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment, knowing that walking away would only mean dying later by someone else's hand. Firmly gripping his katana Nathan said;
You know I can't do that...
Alex said saddened as he heard his response but only a second after that he charged. The metal of their swords clashed together, sending sparks flying around in the darkness. His second attack hit and Nathan fell down beneath him, not wanting to see his dying breath Alex walked away holding his katana lowered, drenched in blood of his friend and father.
Walking out of the shadow and into the light of the lamp above them Alex looked at Monique that stood in front of him. Her hands were hanging down next to her body loosely holding the daggers she let drop down on the floor when she saw him.
Hearing the clang of metal on impact with the floor Alexander calmly asked her;
..you won't give up on this, will you?
Hearing Alex talk, Monique smiled slightly, knowing that this was the end. She had nowhere else to go and having the clan against her would only lead to a death by someone else's hand, something she did not want. Talking back in a lowered voice;
...why do you ask something you already know..
Alexander listened to her answer as he walked to her. Standing in front of her for a few moments before thrusting his sword through her. He held her back with his other back once her legs gave up, feeling her warm blood run down his sword and his right hand, saying;
Being held by Alexander, Monique forced a smile on her face as she watched him. Raising her hand up to his face she caressed his cheek and said softly;
...I've lost you a long time ago.....didn't I?
Her hand then fell down and her eyes went blank as her body hanged on Alexander's hand lifelessly.
Placing the now dead body on the floor, Alex stood up again when four gunshots could be heard throughout the warehouse and outside it. Alexander fell down to his knees as all four shots went through him.
Turning slightly behind he saw the bloodied fatso's face above him, holding a gun to his head. Alexander remembered well what that guy had coming. Moving almost faster than the eye could follow Alex cut off the guy's hand holding the gun.
Pushing the screaming man back into the wall of crates Alex walked up to him holding his katana high. Standing above the screaming man that was desperately holding his cut off arm.
Placing the tip of his katana Alex made him silent but once he pulled it out again, ripping his right cheek apart while doing so, the screaming ensued again. Not being able to be bothered Alex sliced his throat in a second, watching him suffocate in his own blood.
Alex walked out of the large pool of blood beneath him, he went and picked up his belt and put it on, feeling his wounds stopping the bleeding and closing themselves. Sheathing his sword back Alex left the warehouse and slowly started walking back towards the school, throwing out the left overs of the demonic ash into the wind as he walked...