Vlad was a skilled swordsman. He and his brother were equal in power, however Vlad was the better fighter. Wielding a katana, he never lost a fight to anyone. Victor on the other hand, lost many fights. He trained from dawn to dusk, everyday for more than 17 years. And during those years, he improved. He lost, he fell, but he always got up. Every defeat only made him stronger. His brothers were gifted in many things, magic, weapons, agility, intelect or perhaps the raw talent. But Victor had an unbreakable will. He knew that if he sets his mind on some goal, he will succeed. Eventualy that is.
When Victor turned 23 years old, he finaly received a task, that would prove his right to claim his name. It was a tradition among the Laxorian people. Every parent would choose a specific task for their child, when it turned 23. Some task were simple: forge a weapon, deliver a special delivery. But for the crown princes, their father chose the most difficult tasks. And for Victor, it was the hardest. He was to win a Godmaster tournament. If he would win, not only would he be worthy to call himself Velaestraz, which literaly means Son of Velaeran. But he would also receive a special weapon, gifted only to the champions.
He fought againts many opponents. Large beasts with fangs that ripped through steel like butter, agile enemies that could cut through his defences in an instant. But the most dangerous one was someone called Grimm. He was from a land that no one knew. And yet, when Victor faced him in the finale, he almost won. Perhaps it was fate, or perhaps luck, but Victor won that day. His blade wounded his opponent and he fell to the ground. Victor spared him however. Saying that such talent and honor should not be snuffed out. Grimm then dissapeared in a blaze of red flame, leaving Victor as the champion. As a reward for the victory, they forged him a blade, that could mimic any blade that Victor has held before. Be it rapier, saber, longsword or even katana, it would change it appearance and characteristic to be the exact copy. His father then gave him a scarf, a scarf he wears to this day. This scarf was light, long but durable. No weapon, nor time could even scratch it. But it only served as a symbol of his name. Nothing more, nothing less, and yet Victor wears it proudly.
Vlad launched attack after attack. But every attack was met with a perfect defense. Victor not only didn't even move, but followed Vlad's fast movements with absolute precision. Vlad, who never lost a fight to anyone, was driven into a corner.
"W-where did you learn to fight?" huffed Vlad as he held his sword high.
"At home." answered Victor with a wide smile. "But you, I've never seen anyone fight like you. You must not be from around here huh?"
Vlad stayed quiet. He launched again, Victor didn't just deflect this time. He let his opponent get close enough, so that he could see his eyes. "Why do you fight so vigorously?" Said Victor as he pushed Vlad away. "Are you perhaps eager to end this? Are you scared? No..." shrugged Victor as he deflected a fury of blows. This time however, he jumped back.
"This strength is only found in those, who are protecting something." he said as he looked at his rapier. "It's her, isn't it. You love her." he looked at Vlad with a dissapointed look.
"Why do you care?!" lashed Vlad angerly.
"So you do love her." laughed Victor. "Oh how adorable."
Victor brushed his uncut hair so that he could see more clearly. He looked at Vlad with a dangerous look. A look that sent chills down Vlad's spine.
A heavy stab. Many sparks and a loud noise of metal hitting metal. Victor launched at Vlad and looked him dead in the eye. "Show me, what your love can do." said Victor with a challenging tone. He knew that Vlad had to be holding back. He felt it in every strike, there was more force inside this man, but he keeps it hidden.
Vlad sighed. He pushed Victor away and for the first time, he punched him. Even though Victor blocked it, he was still send a few meters away. This was no human strength.
Victor looked up. The man before him seemed different. His hear, that was black as coal before, was turning white and grew in length. The ground below and around him began to freeze. Victor could see his breath and felt cold all of a sudden. Vlad cracked his neck and launched again, this time Victor didn't even have the time to react. Vlad managed to hit Victor in the right shoulder before Victor jumped to the side. Another strike, this time aimed at his torso. Victor blocked it, but his sword began to feel cold. As if by magic, where Vlad's sword was touching Victor's, from there the rapier was starting to freeze. Victor was suprised.
"A vampire? Now this is interesting." Victor said as he looked at his opponent. His fangs were revealed in a huge angry smile.
"Time for a change in strategy..." whispered Victor as he suddenly changed his stance. Vlad could feel the tension dropping away from the sword, so he pushed further. Victor ducked as Vlad's sword swinged above him, before cutting Vlad's arm off.
Vlad jumped away and looked at his missing wrist. He didn't seem to be faced at all. He grabbd the still flying wrist and just connected it to the rest of the arm. It regenerated pretty quickly.
'Vampires, it just had to be vampires huh?' though Victor to himself as he readied his stance. It was a light stance, also known as Feathered style. The user has to be agile and fast in order to pull it off, but when done correctly, it is near impossible to hit the opponent using this style.
"You said that I love her. That would be correct." said Vlad while he pointed his katana at Victor. "I loved Snow from the day I met her, I trained her, instructed her, but the power with her grew more and more violent. If I didn't sacrifice my humanity that day to erase her memories, she would have died."
"Well you did a fine job then. You left her alone, scared and now look at her. She is being blamed for the crime you commited." said Victor as he smiled. It was obvious that this smile wasn't genuine.
"If I take her with me, no one has to answer for anything."
"You just don't get it do you?" said Victor as he somehow got behind Vlad. Before even turning himself, Victor cut him in half. "You MUST answer for you crimes. If not to them, then to me." he said with a cold look in his eyes. Vlad was a vampire, yet he still felt the pain. As his torso was falling to the ground, his arm still held to the sword. Victor was defensless to this attack. Vlad stabbed him in the hip, it was a deep wound, deep enough to make Victor kneel. Vlad smiled: "Atleast, one...stab." His torso fell to the ground.
"You vampires are resilient, I tell you that. I guess that it won't take long, before you regenerate again." Victor said as he grabbed his bleeding hip. He stood up and looked at Snow.
There was shock in his eyes as the realization suddenly came. He knocked her unconscious. He felt it. And yet, her body was not there.
"Suprised?" asked a voice behind him, before he felt a great pain in the guts. A solid punch that sent him flying away. When he landed on the ground he spit out blood. Quite a lot of it actualy.
A figure appeared before him, all black. Just two red eyes. "You're quite resilient." she said as she came closer. "I will enjoy breaking you."
Victor smiled. He looked up and stood up. Blood still dripping from his wound. With one hand on the blade, and the second on his wound he raised his guard.
The figure stopped. She looked dissapointed. "Seriously? You want to fight me? In this state? Don§t make me laugh." she said arogantly.
"You...you're Supesu huh?"
"Correct, but how would you know?"
"Vlad's memories were pretty detailed when it came to you."
"..." the figure stayed there, unimpressed.
"I also overheard your conversation earlier." he said with a smile.