Something I whipped up on a whim

Well, on a whim, I decided that I would do a joint fan fic with Scarlet, a friend of mine on the forums. Figured I'd post it here as I didn't really have anything better to post.

Without further ado, I present:

The moon shining down upon the field tonight was a sickly shade of white. Faint rays of light scattered themselves about, reflecting off the blades of grass. A soft whisper of wind graced the meadow and the blades of grass lowered their heads, as if afraid to witness what was going to happen.

In the middle of the field stood two stationary figures, one taller than the other. As the moonlight danced across them, it was seen that the taller one was a red-haired girl, her long sideburns neatly braided, clad in Chinese attire, a cap embroidered with the Chinese word “Long” symbolizing the dragon on her head. The shorter one was wearing a lacy dress, with a lacy bonnet on her head, and doll-like little shoes. Had it not been for the two bat-like wings sprouting on her back, she would’ve appeared to be a harmless doll-like existence.

“So, Balanar, are you ready to return that body to my mistress?” The taller of the duo spoke, her tone emotionless, revealing her misgivings about killing the parasite inhibiting her mistress’ body.

A smile flitted across the innocent face of her quarry. “And how are you going to do that, you lowly gatekeeper? Even your superior, the maid of the mansion failed to stop my intrusion. And as a result she lies now, in that glorious crimson pool that is her blood.” She grinned, her lips sliding apart to reveal a pair of fangs glinting in the moonlight.

The gatekeeper gritted her teeth. Had she not fallen asleep on her job, the vampire would not have penetrated her mistress’ mansion this easily. The break-in, the possession, all would not have happened if she had been able to stop the intruder.

“The only way I can atone for my mistake would be to rip you, Balanar, from that body that isn’t yours.” Her gaze cold, her fists clenched, the gatekeeper regarded her adversary.

“Oh? Can you do that? Even though I am in control, she still sleeps here, you know.” Her foe slowly replied, putting a hand on her mistress’ chest. “Inside this heart, your mistress sleeps. Will you be able to kill this body, kill your mistress?”

“Such charisma as that of my mistress is unbefitting of you, Balanar. I shall drag you from that body that is not yours, and crush you like I would a fly.” She charged, her red locks of hair billowing behind her.

Her foe calmly drifted aside, dodging her cleanly. Her agile movements clean, she changed direction mid-air, her clenched fist going forth in a powerful punch.

Swift as the coursing river! She exhaled as her fist was blocked by a forearm, immediately she released her fist, her palm sliding smoothly over the obstacle, digging through the air toward her opponent’s eyes.

Her foe ducked, slid forward and ground a knee into her stomach. With her other hand, she blocked the knee, her palm not slowing its trajectory.

With all the force of a raging typhoon! Her palm connected with her mistress’ body, a solid slam to the chest, knocking all the air out from the struck lungs.

Drawing back her palm, she immediately delivered a kick, and gaining drive from it, leapt backward from her enemy. As she focused her energy for another charge, her possessed mistress lunged toward her, wings flapping, her left arm struck forth, the hand curled up in an unmistakable attempt to pierce the gatekeeper’s chest and tear out her beating heart.

The gatekeeper arranged her legs in a sturdy position and cocked a fist. Readying herself, the fist shimmered with the colors of the rainbow as she channeled magical energy into it. As her foe closed in, her legs dug into the ground with immense strength…

With all the strength of a raging fire! She launched herself from the ground and threw a robust punch which collided with her mistress’ face.

She might just as well have hit her with a steel club. The impact of the blow sent its target sliding backwards.

“You are weak, Balanar. I most certainly overestimated you. But… it is over now.”

“Over, yes… FOR YOU!”

Her enemy stood up. With a wave of her hand, clouds enveloped the sky at an alarming rate, darkening their surroundings.

No stranger to night combat, the gatekeeper took a deep breath and concentrated solely on defense. She could hear the faint breathing of her adversary prowling around her, looking for a chance to strike.

As the clouds began to clear, a weak beam of moonlight streamed through the seam and shone upon her. That moment, time seemed to stand still for the gatekeeper as she watched her possessed mistress charge toward her, a string of mirages trailing behind her.

Just before her mistress reached her, the gatekeeper could’ve swore for a moment that her possessed mistress literally disappeared from her sight.

“Choubi Hassen, mujyou ni fukusu!” A cry was heard, followed by the sound of two simultaneous slashes.

When the gatekeeper regained her sense of time, she was arcing through the air, geysers of blood erupting from the three pairs of crossed slashes on her chest. She mustered enough energy to swivel her head toward the left, just in time to catch sight of her mistress looking at her disdainfully with both of her hands covered in blood.

“I guess that’s it for you, Meirin. A lowly Chinese Tea-mistress cannot defeat me after all.” She snickered as she flapped her wings and took flight into the night.

The gatekeeper landed with a soft thump on the ground, her blood spilling out, tainting the grass a violent tone of vermilion, her life slowly ebbing away.

The night continued, oblivious of what just happened…

Think up a title for THAT, and win my favor.