Rising of the Moon
Chapter 7
Five nights have passed by and Leonardo has not seen that ridiculously annoying but strangely appealing vampire. Not that he was wanting to see him, or anything surrounding that sort. He was more then pleased to have his nights to himself so he could actually get some work done. 
Well, he did kill quite a few vampires that one night. Leonardo caught himself smiling just the slightest. Growling and shaking his head. He swore to himself to not think about that night. Everything about what he has done was a sin he thought he would never commit in this life time. Teaming up with a vampire to kill vampires. That was the most stupidest decision he could have made. But hey. . . Everyone needs a break every once in a while. Leo continued to make up excuses as he tried to make himself feel better about the situation. He had never, nor will he ever like hanging out with a vampire. 
But yet, here he was. Leaning against a brick wall and thinking about the night he refused to review. And he again, caught himself smiling when ever he thought about the emerald turtle. He was so desperate to forget, he held his sword to his throat a couple of times. Not entirely intending to do anything with it other than hold it there. 
For the past five nights, this was mostly how he spent them. Leaning against things and thinking about past events. Now that he was really thinking about it, he hasn't seen that many of those blood sucking monsters anywhere. Of course there would be an occasional three to four vampires grouped together, but not club fulls like he was used to seeing and that started to get him slightly suspicious. 
Hearing a clang from between a couple of buildings. He slowly and quietly unsheathed his sword as he cautiously approached the alleyway. Looking over the edge and scanning the area for any signs of vampires. But to his misfortune, the only thing he managed to spot was a black cat rattling around a garbage bin. Frustrated and exhausted from the long pitiful night, he resheathed his sword and grumbled to himself. He had to admit that having something to go on was better then nothing. He seriously couldn't believe that he started making that much impact on the vampire population, to the point he had absolutely nothing to do now. Sure, he's been going at this job for years now and been killing large number of groups just about each night, but there was no way he could have already stopped the vampires. 
He leaned back against the wall he was previously laying on and thinking about what he could do. Maybe he could find a way to contact Raphael. It was a stupid idea and he wanted to punch himself for even thinking about it, but maybe that emerald vampire might know one or two hideouts. Something to keep him busy. Continuing to fight with his conscious about the situation, he found himself seriously considering the idea. Course, the fact that he hadn't seen him for five nights now was going to make it hard to find him.
He checked the time on his phone he usually kept tucked in his jacket pocket. It was around three o'clock. Normally he would be heading home around five in the morning, but with absolutely nothing around here to keep him busy he mine as well head home.
He pushed himself up form the wall and was just about to head in the direction of his home till a voice he recognized well stopped him from continuing.
"Hey, Leonardo!" 
Without giving it much thought he swiftly turned around and he felt his insides flutter a bit at the sight of the other turtle. Though he had enough control to not smile, much to his relief.
"Hey, Raph. Haven't seen you in a while. Thought you might have gotten yourself killed." That got a smirk to rise on the emerald reptiles lips. Leo's face softed just the slightest. Okay, he can take another break. He hasn't been doing too much lately anyway.
"Just. . . been busy."
"What can you possibly be busy with?" The leaf green turtle asked out of curiosity. Seriously, what all could vampires do? They sleep during the day and hunt during night. If they weren't doing that, they would be partying in clubs. But knowing this vampire well enough, Raphael didn't generally do any of those things.
"Just stuff." 
"What kind of stuff?" Leo asked. His curiosity peaking.
"Oh you know, talking to some of the guy's."
"I thought you said every vampire hated you?"
"Who said they were vampires?"
"If you seriously had friends that didn't run from the sight of you. You wouldn't need me." He smirked.
"Maybe they're just not that interesting as you." Leonardo had to laugh at that. Him being interesting? What's so interesting about him trying to kill Raphael. Pretty much all vampires were doing that already. Why was he so different? Maybe because it actually requires some effort to take him down. The thought amused Leo in a funny way. 
Something caught the sword wielders attention from the corner of his eye. Raphael's hand was tucked behind his back, and it wasn't like he was doing that for kicks. It was only one hand as if he was hiding something. Leo looked back up at Raph and gave him a confused look. The expression the vampire was giving him sent intense chills through him.
"Raph. . .?" He didn't have time to finish his sentence before the emerald turtle immediately leapt for him. The hand that was once tucked behind his shell, revealed and clenched tightly in his fist; a razor sharp knife. The action caught the leaf green turtle off gaurd as he quickly stepped back. On instinct, he swiftly moved to the side. Pushing Raphael's arm away from him and he had to thank those years of intense training he put himself through. Practicing the same moves hundreds of times prooved useful as it soon turned itself into a natural instinct. Plus, he couldn't count the many times vampires jumped from dark corners and shadows, planning on attaking him and ripping him to shreds. Any normal human would have been killed those hundred times. But thankfully in his defense, Leonardo was not what you consider normal. 
Raphael immediately spun around and tried his second attempt to stab the reptile, only for him to fail as Leo flipped away from him.
"Raphael! What are you doing!?" He shouted at him in total confusion, but the emerald turtle chose to ignore him as his only goal was to get the weapon burried deep into his chest. 
Leonardo took a few steps back to get out of the range of the vampire. Finding that Raphael's teeth had grown to full length and the leaf green turtle had to admit that the image was pretty disturbing. He was more then used to this look from every other vampire, but the fact that it was Raphael, the one he slowly started to believe that he did not want to kill him. Also because this sorce of anger the emerald reptile was experiencing at the moment was obviously pointed to Leo. He had no clue what struck Raphael's rage so bad. If he did something wrong, but that thought was immediately put a side as the vampire came back for another kill, this time getting him on the side of his arm. The leaf green turtle hissed at the stinging pain and jumped more to the side. Before he managed to do anything to be able to defend himself, Raphael already came back for another blow. His fist connected with Leo's cheek, collapsing on the concrete ground, his cheek pounding with agony. 
After he took a few moments to recover himself and his head, he managed to pick himself back up from the ground. His hearing was replaced by a ringing and his vision was fully blurry. Shaking his head from his fuzziness and clearing his mind, he slowly but surely made it back to his feet. Leonardo was more confused then ever about what was going on. Obviously something pissed off Raph to the point he won't even tell him why he was trying to kill him. Unless this was his plan all along. Leo hadn't thought of that those five nights he had nothing but time on his hands to think about things. This whole time the bit Raphael pulled on him; trying to talk to him, telling him he didn't want to kill him, and attempting so hard to get his trust could have been just a trick so he could do this without giving Leo any sign of a warning. He had to admit that thought hurt a little. Being played, especially by his worst enemy really put some damage on his pride. How could he have been so stupid as to fall for something as that?
The feeling of betrayal started rising in his chest and he instantly commanded it down. He refused to feel desolated, especially for this. He deserved every bit of what he's getting right now for ever allowing his gaurd to come down just for a second. He taught himself this for years, and yet this turtle managed to bring down bits and pieces of his wall. Leonardo would curse himself for the unforgiving matter, but he had more important business as in try not to get himself killed.
As soon as Raphael had turned around and started running towards him, Leonardo had finally collected himself completely. Grabbing onto the handle of his sword and unsheathing it quickly right in the nick of time as the two blades came clashing together. Having the bigger blade put the favor on more his side just enough to make his move. Twisting his blade around, the handle loosened in Raph's grip as it went flying away from him. Raphael swiftly spun around, giving Leo's weapon a hook kick. His heel connecting with the flat of the blade. The powerful connection knocked his precious sword in a distance he couldn't grab it at easily. 
Refusing to look away from his opponent, he ran in for another attack. He could tell that Raphael had his own intense training for this kind of fight as his foot came crashing into Leo's gut. The turtle felt the breath being knocked out from him as he fell back on the ground and rolled a couple feet away from the vampire before he slowed to a stop. For a few seconds-but what felt like minutes for Leo-as he tried to breath before his lungs finally opened taking in a breath full of oxegan. He coughed, blood fell from his mouth. Raphael was staring at his pitiful looking enemy when the blood dripped from his mouth. That familiar pounding and ringing in his skull as he stared at the blood. His nose filling with the sweet scent. He shook his head and growled. His main goal was to stab him. Not eat him. Raph continued to remind himmself, trying hard to keep his head on. 
Collecting himself, he lundged after Leonardo once again as the leaf green turtle rolled backwards, away from another pounding. Hopping back to his feet, the emerald reptile ran at him, throwing punches. Leo blocked them easy. Spinning away from a kick that he assumed was meant to go to his chin. He elbowed Raphael in his side before he kicked the back of his knee, causing the vampire to collapse on his knees. Turning and striking the back of his head with a round kick. The blood thirsty monster went tumbling down on the ground. Leonardo ran at him, planning on pinning him to the floor, but that all went against him as Raphael used his legs to sweep Leo's legs from under him. The sword wielding terrapin collapsed on the ground. 
Raph was already back on his feet and heading towards him, lifting his leg up and hammering his heal down. As quickly as possible Leo managed to avoid the axe kick, rolling back onto his feet. He spotted Raphael had already ran over and picked back up the knife fast. The fact of him being a vampire also provided him with different ability's that could best Leo's. Like their speed, Raphael was twice as faster then he was, so recovering from falls or running to grab something was going to take less time then it was for Leo. And before he knew it, Raphael was already in front of him, the knife in hand and prepared to go through his chest. 
Leonardo survived the assualt as he blocked Raph's arm. Hitting the palm of his hand against Raph's chin, pushing him away. Leo charged up, hopping up as he side kicked the emerald terrapin in his own chest. Surprisingly, the reptile persisted to stay on his feet. Growling, and tightening his hands into fists, he ran foward to him. He threw a punch aimed right for Raphael's nose, but that was his mistake that cost him the fight as the vampire stepped to the side, taking the sharp dagger and shoved it right through his plastron and straight in the heart. It took all of Raph's strength to get the weapon through that hard shell, plus the momentum Leo had as he ran towards him helped.
Leo's eyes widen to unbelievable size as pain erupted from his chest. The move devastated him. He tried to suck in a breath but it was found impossible when a piece of medal was blocking your air tube and lungs. Blood poured out of the wound at speed he didn't even want to know was possible. It felt like large pounds of weights crashed on his shoulders, his stability to stand immediately crumbled as he fell to the ground; only making the pain worse. He made an effort to scream but it only came out as wet gasps. His arms wrapped around his hips, curling up on his side as he prayed mentally for the pain to stop. He felt himself getting light headed from the sudden blood loss. He would have never imagined he would have ended like this. Especially to someone like Raphael. The turtle seemed to be everything but a murder, but the agonizing pain in his chest proved it other wise. If anything, he expected to be killed attempting to protect his loved ones. Not this stupid pitiful fight. So much for dying with honor. Tears started to pour from his eyes as they fell in beads along his cheek and dropped to the floor as they formed small puddles. He had to admit that he had never felt this type of pain. He could work through all sorts of pain, he learned how to fight with it, but this kind beat them all.
Raphael couldn't stand the sight, but the smell was what was really bugging him. If just the smell of a few droplets of the red liquid from a small cut and puking it from the mouth was bad, the gushiness from his chest was overwhelming him. He stepped back from Leo as he collapsed on his knees, holding his pounding head. He crawled farther away where the scent wasn't as strong and he could think straight. His fangs finally retracted to normal size and his vision that was once red; cleared. Picking himself up from the ground, he attempted to flee from his crime scene, but something kept him from hoping to the next roof.
Turning back to the suffering turtle, the sight was painful to look at, but was most likely not as bad for him as it was for Leo. More guilt was piling inside of him and he growled to himself for feeling this way. Taking a few minutes as he fought with himself for a decision. Cursing silently, he ran back over to the leaf green turtle. Turning him on his shell, the reptile was unconscious and it was only a matter of time before he would have brain damage. Then death.
He knew taking out the knife would only increase the blood pour and that wouldn't help him any. Picking Leonardo up bridle style he took off across the roof tops. If Leonardo ever found out about this, he would give him his permission to kill him. He was extremely exhausted from the fight, then adding the extra weight slowed him down a lot more then what he was used to. So he was running only slightly faster then what the most an average human has ran. Plus he still had enough adrenaline to keep him upright. Hopping from building to building was a lot harder as he tried his hardest not to drop Leo nor fall down an alleyway himself. None of those actions would help either of them. 
Slowly but surely they finally arrived at the nearest hopsital. Raphael laid the leaf green terrapin on the ground as gently as possible, still getting quite a few hisses and whimpers in return. More guilt rushed through him, but he chose to ignore it. He stripped Leo of his jacket and replaced it with his own. He yanked the knife out of the body in one swift clean movement, only to get a holler of pain. The scream alerted a doctor in the building and Raph immediately took off. Climbing up the building right across the street. He waited at the top, leaving when he was sure Leo was safe and taken care of. When he disappeared from his vision into the building he finally decided to leave. 
He ran back to the roof the fight took place. Picking up the two fallen swords, he ran to the docks on the opposite side of the city and as steathly as his teachings got him, he laid the belongings of the Vampire Hunter in front of the door of the garage Leonardo lived in. You most likely would be thinking of how he figured out where the Vampire Hunter lived. Well, he knows every single hide out of all the vampires all over the city. He was bound to know where the worst enemy of the monsters lived. And now that Raphael was thinking about it. He wasn't any worse then them.
Walking through the doors of the 'Masters' hide out. He went down on his knees and gave a slight bow and cursed himself for giving this vampire the satisfaction of having what he wanted. 
"Well. . .?" That familiar gruff voice spoke. Raphael growled, taking out the bloody knife from the sheath on his belt and throwing it on the ground as the clatter was herd all through the room.
"It's done."
"Is this all the evidence you provide me?" Raphael glared at the shadowy figure. 
"His body is gone. He didn't deserve to have his body eatten by his worst enemy's."
"Is it any worse than getting killed by one? He had killed many numbers of us. Tell me why didn't he deserve it?" Raph took a few moments of silence before answering.
"He had every right." He knew he tugged at the wrong strings of the 'master' but he couldn't care less. He's dealt with the wild temper this vampire has before. It wouldn't be any different or any brutal.
"Bite your tongue you worthless piece of meat! You are a disgrace to me! Leave, and spare me of your presence!" Raphael was more then glad to leave as he stood back up on his feet. He turned his back on his once respected master.
"I wasn't looking for your approval." He threw over his shoulder without looking back. He head towards the door. Raphael more then knew that he would never be able to fix the sin he has made. But his whole life was a sin anway. His birth was a sin. Just existing in this vile world was a sin. His heart was black since the beginning; when he was born with fangs. And he would never be clean. The only thing he can do is just hope that his saving Leonardo turns out as successful as the kill.