Kapri burst through the massive doors of Lord Dazriel's castle, the sound of cracking wood and iron slamming against the walls startled the servants that were standing around. Fury was evident with each step she took across the gleam floor as it vibrated underneath her rage. She didn't hesistate nor was she concerned about Dazriel overpowering her. No all she wanted to do is pull the trigger at anything that held the scent of Lord Dazriel's Donn. A sleek, double-rifled gleamed in the dim light upon her shoulder as she stepped forward.
"DAZRIEL!" she yelled with her voice echoing through the grand hall like a thunderclap.
From above, she heard a whistle, it was long and mocking. When she looked up she saw Dazriel leaning against the railing with his blond hair swaying from his forehead and his green eyes gleaming with crude amusement.
"Lady Kaprice," he drawled as he walked then descended down the stairs with unhurried movements. "How nice of you to finally visit? You never did when I gave the invitation."
"Because your invite was just a invitation to be bed me," she glaring at him.
"So, are you begging to get fucked or begging to get beat up?" he chuckled as he stopped, still a few dozen feet away from her. "Either way, I'll enjoy manhandling you and having you scream my name."
Kapri leveled the rifled at him, her hands steady despite the anger ragining inside her. "Cut the bullshit, Dazriel! What did you do to Jugo?"
Dazriel smirk widened as he descended another step. His movements were infuriatingly casual as he eyed both barrels. "Reaper 115? What about him?"
"He's not himself," she snapped, losing control of her anger as her finger hovered across the trigger. "He's violent, crude, and almost—" her voice faltered, as she looked away for a moment then looked back at him. "He almost forced himself upon me, and I know it has something to do with you."
Dazriel chuckled darkly, his voice a feign sympathy. "I'm sorry about that, but perhaps that just who he truly is," he mused, his toned sharp, "perhaps you simply loved a shell and hate what Reaper 115 truly is when his emotions and personality isn't strip from him."
Kapri knew it. She knew he was still getting back at her for simply knowing what happened to him. It wasn't enough proving he was stronger than her that night, he's going to want to nearly break her to feel better about that fact she saw him in a state of weakness he didn't want her to see.
Her jaw tightened, and so did her grip. Without another word, she pulled the trigger. The shot thundered through the hall, and Dazriel evaded the bullet. When it hit the wall behind him, the servants scattered at the sound of the shots and some ran in to see.
A twisted amusement painted Dazriel calm face. "Oh, so this is what we're doing?"
"You thought I brought a gun for show?" she said, aiming and firing again. This time the bullet manage to tear at his side before he moved, Dazriel was still recovering so she could manage him in this state. Especially with a long distance range.
Kapri felt a theraputic satisfaction seeing him leak. Being able to wound him even if she didn't win. That's really what she was here for, take her frustration out on him before she actually lose her mind.
He staggered slightly as a line of crimson dripped down his white shirt. Instead of hissing in pain, his face lit up with exhiliration. His palm landed in the blood as he looked at it.
"That right, Kapri, get me lit," he purred in delight as he stripped a few layers of his suit only left with slacks and a button up shirt with a hole. His absinthe eyes beamed with delight.
He's going to beat me; bad.
Kapro snorted, as her stance shifted as she back away slightly to create distance between them. "Stealing the lingo? Be original, Dazriel. You're embarassing yourself."
His smirk stretched even wider with his gaze sizing her up. Or maybe he was just checking her out in the dress she still wore.
"Why reinvent perfection when borrowing from you is so much more appealing?" he said, removing his hand from his wound as it had healed.
She didn't even dignify him with a response. Instead, she fired again and he dodged again, except it grazed his arm and he purred lowly. Quickly, he moved from the stairs and darted behind a column as her next shot shattered the marble and sent shards flying across the floor.
"Impressive, I actually tried to not get hit with that one," he admittedly as he walked quickly around the room as she moved along with him. "You've been practicing."
"How else am I survive if I don't," she retorted, with her tone now cold and unyielding as her anger started to die down seeing more of Dazriel's blood.
She quickly reloaded the rifle. "Personally, I know I never stood a chance beating you up close. But from here? I'll fill you up a little before I lose."
Dazriel chuckled, it was a rich and dark melody. It was quite annoying to Kapri.
"Oh, baby, you're so generous to leave me a parting in the form of lead," he mocked. "You come a little closer, I'll have something for you too."
"No, I'm good," she said as she raised her rifle again. She fired twice aiming for his chest.
Dazriel twisted, but this time it caught him by the shoulder. The other missed and burrowed its way into a painting of Dazriel's face on the wall. He looked back, seeming genuinely annoyed that she ruined his painting rather than the bullet in his shoulder.
"Now, I'm annoyed," he said, almost breathless with excitement. "It's a shame you're testing my patience on a fool's errand."
"Fool's errand, then I suppose you're the fool," Kapri said to him. "Fix whatever you did to Jugo, or I swear—"
"You swear what?" His eyes widened in genuine anger as he tilted his head. "You genuinely think you can threaten me. That's so fucking cute."
"So sensitive, you still mad over the thought of someone like me thinking they will one day beat you. Especially someone who saw another side to you with Countess Lirael," she fired again. This time Dazriel didn't move. Instead, he caught the bullet midair, as his palm filled with Donn enclosed it until it stopped spinning.
He opened his palm to reveal the flattened bullet before it clattered to the floor. His eyes glint with murderous intent. Honestly, she wasn't scared, she was entertained that she can finally bother him as much as he bothered her.
"Get on your knees and appease me with your mouth, and I won't try to kill you," he said, vein appearing against his jawline as he restrained himself as he pressed at his belt.
Kapri spat on the floor his feet. "You might as well turn me up."
Before she could pull the trigger, he lunged at her. His speed looked much like a blur in her eyes, before his fist slammed into her stomach as he grabbed the barrel of her rifle. The force sent her flying across the room. She crashed against the floor, she slid on her back until she hit a column.
When she looked up, Dazriel was already standing over her. He grabbed her by the back of her dress and hurled her across the room, and she slammed directly into a marble column as she heard a crack in her back. As her body fell against the floor, cracks spiderwebbed up the wall knocking down paintings upon her.
She breath heavily, trying to figure out if he broke her back. Seeing she was able to still move from under the painting, she assumed she was good. Though, her body barely responded as she hid behind a column. Her mind was blank, because there was no plan to escape Dazriel. Hopefully, she'll just survive.
He's so mad.
"Pathetic," Dazriel sneered as she heard his footsteps stalking towards her.
Kapri forced herself to her feet. Her knees tremble and her back felt like jelly. "This does nothing but proves you're so bothered."
Dazriel's laughter was low and menacing, he said right behind her. "Oh, it proves plenty."
She turned around and cracked him in the jaw with her fist. His head tossed to the side, and she could see his lip start to swell. He grabbed her wrist before his fist connected with her ribs and she could hear her bones echo against his. Kapri cried out, pain radiating as she tried to stumble back but he held her close.
The servants were frozen as they stood nearby looking at them. Their terrifield gasps filled the air, but he didn't spare them a glance. His entire focus was on the woman in front of him.
"Tired? Give up?" Dazriel whispered against her ear. "Cry to me to stop and beg me to save you. Like you use to."
"Give up? I can go all night," she answered as she looked up at him trying to pull her wrist away.
"Okay," he grinned, he let her go and delivered a brutal kick to her stomach.
She crashed into a wooden side table. It shattered under her weight, and she felt splinters dig into her back and her arm as she groaned while her back arched. She really struggled to get herself up.
"Stay down," Dazriel ordered.
"You'll have to kill me for that," she rasped. "Let me rest for a while though."
Dazriel's smirk returned
"Oh, I should kill you," he said as walked over to her. He crouched down beside her. His fingers dug into the front of her dress as he lifted her easily. "You know I won't. I like you a little too much."
She wheezed as blood dripped from her mouth as she met his gaze. "You're… delusional. Just like Ose."
Dazriel slammed her against the wall, the plaster cracked down upon them. His face were inches from hers, and his eyes were burying with so many emotions she couldn't place.
"You're delusional if you think Ose concerns himself with you outside of you simply being a human in our ranks because I allowed it," he whispered against her lips.
"Better delusional, than Countrss Lirael's little bitch!" she let out a strained laugh.
Dazriel gripped her throat; squeezing.
Despite the lack of air, she pressed on. "She humiliated you. Broke you down at an early age and now it followed you and make you still feel like a boy. You feel like a man choking the woman who beat Countless Lirael?"
"Shut up," Dazriel growled, his grip on her tightening.
"Why?" she choked, her voice still managing to cut through. "Does it hurt? Does it bother you when you let a woman fuck on top because she reminds you of Lirael?"
Dazriel hurled her across the room once more. She crashed through a grand cabinet, the wood splintering as glassware shattered around her as she laid limply on the floor.
Kapri barely had time to recover before he was on her again, dragging her to her feet by her hair as he limps swung loosely. Blood dripped from her wounds and her vision swam.
"You mad?"
"No, no matter how much that mouth chatter I'll still own and control you because I own and control Jugo," he said to her. His teeth shined as she stayed quiet.
"You're losing it. Kill Jugo today, and I'll merely take down the whole Garoth Empire tomorrow as revenge," she said. "Lirael dies…well, who knows what weak shit you'll do? Kill yourself maybe?"
His patience snapped entirely. He dragged her across the floor by her hair as she weakly fought against his grip. He picked her up again and looked out a shattered window nearby.
"I'm tired of hearing you talk," he muttered. "You can swim, right?"
Without another word, he tossed her through the broken glass. Kapri's body crashed through the window and shards sliced her skin as she hurtled into the open air. Cold wind rushed against her face, and the roaring sound of the waterfall below grew louder with each passing second.
Her mind was too slow to process exactly what was happening before she hit the water. The surface slammed into her like a solid wall. Her body went limp, the torrent pulling her under as unconsciousness claimed her quickly before she could sense she was drowning..