"Heroes and vigilantes they're as frequent as Starbucks, but the legends among them not so much." The Museum owner commented as he tried to go about his job with some element of enthusiasm. He'd inherited the museum from his parents slain by some criminal or another. He couldn't even remember the killers, having seen so many crimes being victim to a handful and becoming a drunk to escape depression. Gothic wasn't exactly known for tourism or students out for an education, the job was a dead end with poor profit before he inherited the place. Longer Gothic was an isolated cesspool worse the conditions got.
"Our newest attraction I do believe a legend. A rare diamond found amongst shit who found her calling over in Japan's equivalent of this shit town." Truth be told he hated the attraction it was a sickening thought, his family though not in Gothic and afraid to visit the city bought him the statue to try and raise revenue. "Blood Diamond made a name for herself in Ronins Rest carving up criminals regularly. She was that classic monster trope of fighting fire with fire or whatever. She became a sort of violent idol, those not sick in the head could look to her to split the heads of the sick thugs and vermin." His explanation was done for the teens in the small crowd they liked this kind of tale. Pretty goth who murdered the wicked it gave an escape from the bleak world. While the owner thought it childish he could indulge the younger who still had hope.
"Don't ask me about her love life though, I'm sure it was dirty but I didn't want to take notes on that. I was to distracted by learning of her Nazi relatives and alleged relation to a previous president. That's right she fought her aunt to the death or some shit, her aunt being a torturous vampire nazi. No wonder she was in Japan her history half sounds like an anime. Maybe an amalgam like Cardula." Amidst the rambling attempt at a job a teen likely turning eighteen only a week ago approached the statue. A creeped out and paranoid "shit" escaped the owner in a whisper. Ransoms were terrifying, especially in Gothic. The last security guard died when a fanboy took an arrow allegedly belonging to one of the Gothic archers sniffed it and then used it as a murder weapon.
From nothing the teen materialized a pair of swords of shining steel and carmine sheaths. Only one guard was affordable and he raised to the aid with a futile swing of a bat from home. Better equipment couldn't be afforded and the bat though showing wear of reliable use was split by the blade. What followed was a rolling head of the obese guard and the mixed reactions of those around. Some started to record, some laughed or tried to join and others ran. What followed was a gore filled mess all to common in Gothic it culminated with a blade piercing the owners gut, and twisting in a fashion to spill organs. The owner having wedged a shard of wood from the bat into the teen's throat.
In dying moments the curious blades that became clean almost immediately as if feeding on the blood lashed out at the statue. Splitting the lithe figure of Natasha into pieces before diving the blade into the chest of the bleeding statue. Rather then more bloodshed or fading into burning ash however the stone fracked and fell aside as new limbs grew and the body recovered. Only a minute later and amongst the carnage stood a girl in a tattered clothes and bloodstains plucking the blade from her chest.
"Be honest kid, you thought you'd get laid huh?" Remarked the museum owner in what would be his final words.
"Yup" the teen would answer with a most undignified last word.
"Well that's a buzz kill of a welcome home party. Fuck it I need a drink, I'll be damned if I have street rat corpse blood as the first meal. Girl has to have standards." The vampire remarked with a rather unremarkable departure from the mueseum and bloody scene. Her mutation of hers was making her immediately aware of the changes that had gone through her as a side effect. She wasn't ashamed to admit it was a downgrade not looked fondly on. Wasn't right to complain about not being a statue however so she let the complaint fade to the back of her mind. Being depressing wasn't fun, fun was murder and a crushing stalker of a fan boy just gave a new toy for such a hobbie.
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