A month had passed sense the night Natalie had made an attempt on Impero's life. A fair amount of lives had been claimed in the process soldiers froze over covered in frost bite and a few of the chosen Reapers had even been made pin cushions from a icy trap. Despite this and her more direct attacks at the nefarious neutral she had failed to even make more then a scratch it seamed to his mask. As he fled the scene the vampiric homunculi found herself in a unwinnable situation. So with grace taught through years of study under a variety of martial artists and acrobatics she traveled by roof top out of the lavish empire of Iberia. A dog, more like wolf almost had token a fine chunk out of her arm as she fled the scene in the process.
Though as a homunculi and a vampire she was near immortal and could go for hours without a struggle she had put a fair amount of herself into trying to claim her masters life. Years of acting got her in, years of hate had denied her of devote focus and this lead to the ramification of letting herself go and draining her strength. The chi blocking attacks of the Reapers also didn't help, while she may have been able to keep going with her powers better then most as they were magic more so then physics it still had a good amount of effect. All of this a wound and a lack of good feeding had left her to collapse outside of a small village near the empire. Thinking how could anyone of danger obviously from the empire or visiting there end up like this and not dead they took the anomaly of anarchy into the homestead. How could she be anything of danger? Of course they couldn't be more wrong and there in laid the problem.
Some people are destined to live in the unloving domain of tragedy and history seamed to have picked that fate for the arabian harbinger. For the month the family became home for her and lacking a seemingly functional family for years Natalie went soft. Adopting them as her own, for when you got beneath the spiteful beauty she really was quite charming and bright. There was Amelia Ogen who was viewed almost like a mother to the vagabond of blood. They spent most nights trading and mixing meals they had learned from their experiences. Concocting delicacies for the family and swapping stories. Natalie at unease as she knew every time there was a lie, always feeling like she could never return the same love Amelia showed. Travis Ogen of course was her dad like figure, who worked the crops naturally from a rural country the Arab loved to help. When they had spare time they practiced shooting as Travis was not like his youthful twenty seven year old wife but a weathered forty five having served in the navy for some time. He had just a few days ago finished carving and forging her a beautiful hand crafted old pistol that most would recognize today as the not so impressive hand gun of pirate films. For Natalie though she hated modern guns she was lousy with them this though she could shoot straight. The rest of the week they spent time carving a tiny engraving of Impero into each. Nat had told them it was because of a love for the empire of course, though it made her ill to even think about.
Most cherished of all though was young seven year old Alice Ogen the faces of Travis and Amelia were nothing striking. Some how though they had birthed a stunning child. The biggest vulnerability however for Natalie being the name alone, Alice the name Impero never noticed. Alice the little sister Natalie swore Impero had ravaged and killed right before her own eyes some seven hundred years ago. When around Alice Allianette had a feeling of total innocence and weakness. Anyone who knew the origins of the sirens rebirth would recognize this as a side effect of what she was. A majestic side effect of her reawakening, the victim saw it though as simple empathy. And every night before Amelia tucked the brown haired seven year old in Natalie would give her a violin lesson. Something the girl had gotten on her last birthday was that violin but not of wealth or near a school Alice could never learn.
What none of them knew though was that once they all slept the real Natalie Alianette showed. In the forests mixed arts were practiced with a tiger like ferocity, villagers could find frozen leaves and scorched brush in the morning. Beside the calm oceans she sat in meditation though always alert like the king cobra. The slightest brush of hair and she would strike with the whisper of his name. And when she whispered her name the strongest sonic wave was sent out, fishers of the waking dawn could often find the water in a unnatural ripple. The population of the town slowly growing smaller as every night a alluring hypnotic voice lured a villager miles away and then drained them entirely dry. Her luck would however fall like the coming autumn leaves.
It was a month sense her escape and she had learned of a mining facility that collected some valuable minerals for the anarchist anomaly's target of aggression. It was time the Illustrious Impero learned of his irritations impeccable survival. With a kiss to her family the vampire of vengeful nature began her hike to the mine. Thinking nothing could go wrong at her home she journeyed without worry her haven unguarded. The wind was calm the moon bright as dawn came and Natalie climbed up the watchtower fangs biting into the neck of the first guard. A hurricane of harmonious hate about to be unleashed, no survivors would she let escape. What the Arabian Avarice did not know was that while hunting Travis had discovered a corpse with a torn out throat. A young soldier on leave by the name of Private Enlie Orisile had been found blood turning tranquil green grass a sickening brown. Being of the military Travis had to take the news to Iberia as Natalie Alianette neared the mine Travis Oga neared the gates of the empire. His news the kind that practically demanded investigation.