Mord returned back to his castle after being victorious in the first round of the tournament, dragging the still lifeless corpse of Weaver behind him. “Ethan what is that wonderful smell I smell, why if I had to guess I would say it was the tender meat of a young girl, that is so considerate of you to be preparing my favorite meal.” Then a frown crossed his face as he got another whiff of the tantalizing aroma. “Ethan, why is that child still alive I have to get back for the second round of the tournament, I do not think that there is time enough to torture err tenderize the meat, kill the girl and then cook the stew. And you do know how I just detest fighting on an empty stomach.” A murderous grin lit up Mord’s face before calling to Ethan again. “Well Ethan I guess I have no chose just bring the child in here and I will have to eat her alive.” As soon as he said that an agonizing wail erupted from deeper in the caster, “NO! Master Mord you can’t eat her.” Ethan whined as he raced through the castle to the entrance way were Mord stood. “You see she is my niece, and her father abandoned her down in the human world after her mother died, so I was the only family she had left.” Ethan continued in a calmer tone.
Mord’s face cringed at the thought of eating some one even remotely related to Ethan, not because of any emotional ties between him and Ethan, but because of how horrible Ethan had tasted the one time Mord had tried to eat the poor Medic. “Fine I will not eat her” Mord could not completely hide the degust from his voice as he remembered the foul taste that was Ethan’s flesh. “But I want you to bring her to me any way.” Ethan nodded and ran deeper into the castle were his small quarters were located.
A few minutes later Ethan returned with a young girl of about 6 or 7 years of age, with long pink hair and a bright green sun dress decorated with large black flowers, strangely enough, even though the floors of Mord’s castle were made from rough and uneven stones, she wore no shoes of any sort. “Alright Ethan you can leave now, go and make me something to eat, and I shall entertain your guest.” Ethan backed at of the room very reluctant to leave his niece alone with Mord, and then he hurried off to the kitchens.
Mord then turns and glared at Ethan’s niece, “And what might your name be child?”
After a long pause she brought her brilliant green eyes up to his dull black ones and said “Claymore Mihailov, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” “Claymore, eh, that’s a strange name if I have ever heard one.” Mord retorted. “Well you see my father was a huge fan of explosives and according to my mother a Claymore is a type of land mine.” “Is that so, well any way you look rather hungry would you like some thing to eat?” Mord asked trying to be pleasant, which was really harder then it looked. “Oh yes I would love some food, the last thing that I remember eating was a candy bar my father gave right before he disappeared.” Mord ripped off one of Weaver’s arms and handed it too her. “Eat up there is plenty more were that came from”, he gestured over to the rest of the corpse. Claymore eyed the piece of Vampire meat quizzically, but then decided that it most be safe to eat because it was given too her by an adult, besides she was famished enough to eat anything, no matter how revolting it looked and smelled.
Ethan came back carrying a platter of dishes piled high with all sorts of food, and to his dismay he saw Mord laughing as he watched Claymore rip apart Weaver’s remains with her teeth, like some type of wild animal. Mord glanced over at Ethan, and laughed at the horror stricken expression on his face. “Well now you do not need to worry about me eating her” Mord said in a very cheerful tone, then In a more serious tone he added “But I would keep away from her I were you, newborns have a large apatite and very poor self control, and we wouldn’t want her getting some type of disease because she ate you.” Claymore then looked up and turned her now glowing crimson eyes on to Ethan, and with a low feral growl, she leaped at him with her fangs bared, Ethan fainted.
Mord grabbed hold of Claymore, before she reached Ethan, and held her tenderly. “Now, be nice to your poor uncle, we do not want him to have a stroke. Who knows how I would get my food if he wasn’t around to prepare it for me”. Mord then whistled a long shrill note and Boota ran into the entrance way with a prinny dangling from his mouth. “Ahh look a kitty!”, Claymore cried out in glee. Boota then jumped up and curled into her arms, Fitzgerald, still limply hanging from his mouth. Mord then walked out the door of the castle carrying Claymore Boota and Fitzgerald.