Still standing underneath the shower, Nastasya shivered because of the flashback. The moment she had become a vampire. She tilted her head up to the ceiling, closing her eyes against the water. She opened her mouth and touched the fangs with her right index finger. It was still weird. It would probably be weird for a long time. She needed to check what powers came with being a vampire. Maybe there was something positive, maybe not and she would have to kill herself for the sake of her own vengeance. Yea that's what she planned to do.
She stepped away from underneath the shower after she made sure the shower was shut. She grabbed a towel and started to dry her hair quite rough because she was in a hurry. She grabbed another towel and started to dry her body after she wrapped her hair in the first towel. When she was dressed in a towel dress and her hair wrapped in another, she walked back into her room. Surprisingly hissed to the sunlight that was there. Apparently again Victoire had made her way into the window seat and made sure the curtain wasn't closed properly behind her. Pets.. were pests.. Nasty turned towards her wardrobe to get dressed. Her wardrobe was a bit empty. There were a few dresses, a few pencil skirts and other skirts and barely any jeans or simply trousers.
However she found one, it was one from when she was younger and less classy than she was right now. As if the poison of a vampire added that to her brain. She shook her head and took the jeans out of the closet and threw it on her bed. She grapped her underwear, a bra, socks and threw that also on the bed and started to look for a top that would fit. She grabbed a black one and turned towards the bed after she closed the wardrobe door. She simply dropped the towel that covered her body on the ground and put on the clothing one by one. When that was done, Nastasya moved to the bathroom to use the hairdryer for her long shiny purple hair.
When it was finally dry enough, the brush went through her long hair before she decided it was time to move out of the room. There was no need to clean up. It was a disaster anyway, she has been living here far too long. She had arrived her around the beginning of December. So that was quite some time ago. Almost two months, thank god she still had money and still some jobs to do. She didn't feel like stealing would be an option that she wanted to use.
She took her coat and headed down below with Victoire right in front of her. She didn't even know if pets were allowed, she never got any complains, so apparently she was fine. She walked slowly to the desk while Victoire ended up behind her,
"Excuse me." she said and the person behind the desk almost jumped out of her skin.
"I just wanted to ask when my appointment for the spa is?" she asked with a surprise, they always noticed her before or Victoire but it seemed as if her footsteps weren't heard. Now that she tried to recall it, she hadn't heard her own heels clicking either.. Was that one of the issues at hand? She tried not to smile too much when the woman looked up her appointment because that would simply be weird. However when she could leave the grin appeared. This was perfect.
With a happy look on her face, she made her way to the bridge and the ridge where she had trained her shadow spells with Black and Lucifer. It was quite a walk the first time but as soon as she started to carry Victoire she was there very fast and not even out of breath, this was interesting. She dropped Victoire on the ground, demanded from the fox to stay around but rather not to close as she was going to try and practice magic. However the shadows didn't come. The shadows didn't move as she she tried to tap with her foot on her own. This would normally let her shadow roam free around her, what was going on?
She summoned her mana, pushed and pulled in whatever way she was able to normally do it. But instead of a shadow appearing on the walls or ground around her, a form of herself out of some sort of bloodmist appeared. Which made her take a step back and struggle on her heels and fall backwards on her bum. The bloodmist appearance remained standing and Nasty struggled upright again. What was going on? Why did her magic change shapes? She walked around the appearance for a while and looked at the ground while she made her conclusion. Not only did her turning into a vampire, changed her body but it also changed her magic. No longer would she be able to hide in the shadows, play with the field, she was using something completely different. And from the looks of it: it was Blood Magic.
She needed to come up with things and walked away from the bloodmist appearance and waved her hand as soon as she passed it. It disappeared. She leaned with her body onto one of the rocks and sighed. What would she need to do, what were the limits. There was a deep frown on her face and her eyes were cold and cool looking at her surroundings. She was always more of a physical make way of shadows. She made forms, she made weapons, knives, scissors, scythes.. she should try to be able and do something like that with Blood Magic. If only it was possible.
While she tried to think of something she figured out that the bloodmist appearance was not completely blood, she needed to get out of her system in some way and thus she bit a tiny wound in one of her fingers of her right hand. She tried to focus on getting the blood to her nails in one way or another and make them grow and become sharper. She had always been someone to hide from fighting, playing tricks instead of going full assault. Now she had to change and she had to ask someone to train her. Maybe Caius? Yumi? Someone random that she didn't know. She could kill that person if she had learned a lot. She shrugged and looked at her hand that had suddenly changed into a claw,
"Wicked." She looked at her hand and made the slashing movement and tried to go for invisible enemies, which didn't have much effect but it was an idea.
That's how she took a long time trying to learn different spells, easy ones at first. She made little scytes from her blood drops. She made a whip which was a funny little thing. She copied her own Shadow Step spell by tapping her right foot on the ground, let the blood make her go faster and faster and there she went. She really had to find a way to become much faster. With the ability to become unheard while walking, being fast would be a great extra thing to have. Now only she had to learn how to handle it, because it would be a bit sad if she would bump into a lot of things or go too fast and skip the target in her hurry. That's what took her an hour before she thought she was getting the hang of it and being able to decide for herself how fast she really was going, she apparently didn't need to go on full speed.
There was one bad thing about her running around. She let herself drop on the ground and looked around. Everwhere there were blood drops. That had dripped out of her finger, from her claws, or any other wound that she had made to get some blood. She looked at it and wondered if it was still possible for her to control these blood particles even if they had left her body. After all it was still her blood. She looked around from her seat from the ground and decided that she would turn one of those blood drops into something else. Her purple eyes looked them all over and she picked one.
"Make it bigger," she whispered
"Make it shaper, make it hurt. Make it perfect." With that one of the red dots on the ground started to bubble and turn into a shard that was 1 meter high and 25 centimeters thick and ended in a sharp point. It could definitely hurt something, maybe pierce something but it took to long and she practiced a few times more while she was running out of breath or so she thought. Actually, she noticed that she didn't even needed to breath so much, it was full automatic that she still did it. After all her body was just dead.
She remembered how exhausted she was when training with Odin and Caius. How much magic she had used. She thought she wasn't even that behind, but it felt as if nothing even happened. Depending on the fact that she might have more magic power right now, wether that came by training or turning, she didn't know but it was a blessing. After sitting for a while, maybe even meditating on what other spells to make she decided that the easy ones were over and if she wanted to take a stand in this world and stand beside Odin, Yumi and Caius, she really needed to work on some better spells. Spells like her Scythe or something. She had to think of something, the first thing that popped into her mind was a sword.
She scratched Victoire behind her ear, as the fox had climbed on her lap. A sword made out of blood, that would be interesting. But it wouldn't be just enough, there needed to be more ideas. She could maybe change her blood drops again, use them as an ability to hit and hurt targets when she was bleeding herself. Make use of that. She nodded but again it was not something she was looking for. She waited a few more minutes before the idea popped into her head and she would have to try and make it. She pushed Victoire off, said she needed to play in the woods, not to wonder off to far and come straight back if something was chasing her. But make sure to come back from the east side. She would point her spell at the west side.
When Victoire took off to play or secretly observe her, Nastasya stood up and dusted of her blue jeans. She had already thrown her coat aside a long time ago and made sure it was not in her way as she turned her body to the west. The idea slowly formed in her mind, it was still not concrete but she would figure it out by the way of making it. She moved her hand after again a small bite in it. Two blood streams appeared, one in front of each of her hands. She closed her eyes and poured more magic into it. A few more, a bit more and in the end the ribbons of dark red blood danced in front of her hands, both about 4 meters long, it took quite some power to get it and let it stay into action. The ribbons swirled around each other creating a helix of flowing blood. She pictured a target in her mind and looked at that spot. With one step forward she drilled the ribbons to go with a good speed forward and it became seven meters long and the rock that had stood there was now broken through the middle. She let the blood disappear and clapped enthusiastic for herself. Even though it worked, it wasn't fast enough. Just like the Perfect shards, she started again. The wound was still ready to use the blood ribbons, and she made them 4 meters width immediately and with the movement of her body they again become seven meters long and destroyed the rock's leftovers immediately. She would try one more time before she would take another break.
Actually she felt rather thirsty but she didn't plan to drink something at this moment and she still didn't know if water would take the feeling away just as much as blood would. She ignored the idea that normal food was not necessary anymore, as long as it tasted fine she would eat. Maybe she should go and get something to drink before the feeling would get worse, she didn't dare. Her clothing had been drenched in blood the first time that she had drank some blood, the blood of the one that technically killed her. The clothing was burned the day after. That morning she had burned it down in the entrance of the catacombs, to make sure no one saw her. This time no slimes came, they were probably afraid of the fire and maybe even of her. But they should be more afraid of Odin or not anymore. Maybe her blood magic would work fine against them too. Not that she would try that out.
She yawned behind her right hand and saw a plump white tail from behind a rock at the east side and giggled, she expected this but didn't say anything. Victoire didn't like to be far away from her and actually Nasty didn't like it when the fox was away from her. But the problem was her changing, just as much as Vic wanted to be with her, Nasty could feel that she was afraid. She was a predator now and even though Victoire was, she was a bigger one now. She stood up again, took a deep breath and decided that it was no longer time to complain and think she was a sad little nobody. At this moment she was a vampire that needed to get control over her blood magic before it was too late.
Not that she exactly knew what was too late. She sighed as she came back to the idea of using a sword. She looked at the wounds in her fingers and made her blood obey and turn into a sword into her hand. It was in the form of a katana, 1 meter long and some centimeters thick, she didn't know. She wasn't an expert. She walked a few steps towards a tree at the east gate, she had seen where Victoire sat so she made sure not to get too close to her dear pet, even though she thought she was a pest this morning. She tried to be as agile and fast to make the tree her target which she hit a few times with the katana. She held the handle with both hands and trying to hit the tree with left and right handed moves. When she let one hand lose of the hilt, she lost the katana due to her strength and she decided that she would have to learn that for herself as well. Which again took quite some minutes at least 30 and after that she needed to figure out one more spell at the very least.
3941/5100 15% discount due to Intelligence
Trained Flawless: 3400/3400
Trained Wanted: 850/850