Post by Gia_Sesshoumaru on Feb 22, 2005 2:39:57 GMT -5
Name: Vampire Hunter
Rating: R
Summary: A vampire hunter is shunned by his own kind. But when he starts searching for a formidable vampire who has plauged human kind for centuries, in the end, he may get more than he bargained for. Rated for violence and slight male sexuality.
The sun was very beautiful that day. He was often fighting warriors or vampires, so he rarely got to see the sun and the sky in their beauty. It was a clear sky with a light breeze, a perfect day. He sighed. Too bad he never got to enjoy it. Unlike nowadays, there was no pollution a couple hundred years ago in his stage.
“Mr. Kinetson!” A voice called, and he turned around, taking his eyes off the sky, and leaving the beautiful day behind him. It was a man, younger than himself, obviously come to have him finish the job his village hired him for. A layer of sweat lay upon his brow, and he was breathing slightly heavily. “We have located her. This way, please.” He simply nodded, and followed the man out the door.
They walked down the steps of the tower that he had been in. They kept him as far away from the villagers as possible. When they got down the bottom, the man that was leading him looked winded, but he himself hadn’t even broken a sweat. He had always had a high endurance and stamina. They looked back to make sure that he was still there, and then started to walk outside.
The man kept walking and they met no one. He kept his crossbow over his shoulder the whole time, and his sword at one side, and his gun at the other. He knew he looked suspicious, and everyone thought him suspicious, including the man he was following.
“When are we going to get there?” He asked the man.
The man looked startled that he had spoken, but shook it off, and answered. “It’s a ways out, sir. There, see.” The man pointed out in the distance. In the direction he was pointing was what seemed to be a very small building of some sort. He knew it was probably bigger, but it looked small from this distance. “Its a few miles out.” He just nodded, and kept following, but after a while the man started to get tired. He was breathing really heavily, and his clean cut brown hair was becoming disheveled.
He let his thoughts wander, and started looking around. Every now and again, he would push a piece of his medium-length brown hair out of his face as the wind blew. His light brown eyes searched around, looking at his surroundings.
After a while, the man in front of him stopped. “Here we are, Mr. Kinetson.” He said politely. “The vampire is in there.” In pointed inside the building in front of them, which was actually, a house, two stories, and a good sized one. “She’s been terrorizing our village for years now, and we want it over with.”
“I can’t blame you. Vampires are nasty creatures.” He said, agreeing with him.
The man turned around and glared at him furiously. “You would know, wouldn’t you?” He said with a nasty tone in his voice.
He just swallowed his pride and stared at the man. He was long since used to everyone’s bantering about him. He had gotten it for years. One couldn’t really say he was used to it, but he had learned to tolerate it.
“Anyway, you know the way back to the village.” The man said, turning around and walking off. You’ll all probably be waiting for me when I get out anyway, he thought to the man’s retreating, silent figure.
He turned towards the house and sighed. Here goes nothing, he thought. He walked to the door, crossbow on shoulder, arrows, a stake and ammunition on his back, sword on one hip and dagger and a gun on the other, and slowly opened the door, crossbow ready.
It was silent. No noise. Nothing. Not a sound. It was very quite, and it had almost an eerie quality to its quietness.
It’s quiet, he thought. Too quiet. She’s hiding from me.
Then suddenly he was pushed down on the ground with a tremendous force, and his crossbow fell out of his hand. “Very wise observation,” said the female vampire on top of him, keeping him pinned to the ground. “You’re not as stupid as you look.”<br>
He glared at her, and she got up, and sped away, laughing at him. He got up on his feet, crouching low to ground, and grabbed his crossbow. Well, Daniel, he thought. It looks like you’ve gotten yourself into more than you bargained for.
Then he tore off at top speed, searching for Her.
Again, she pushed him to the ground, this time from behind. “Miserable wretch.” He called, pushing her off of him, and standing on his own too feet.
“Insolent human.” She said, enunciating the word “human”, and getting up to face him. “You have no idea what-“
He lunged at her, and she avoided him, pushing him into wall and into what furniture laid the house, which had obviously not been properly lived it, and it stank as well. Obviously from her “feeds”.
It went like that for a while: he slashed her, she hit back. He was sure to a few bruises in the morning. Vampires aren’t pushovers you know.
Then they both started to slow down, and they circled each other bit, both intent to “getting” their prey, in whatever manner it was meant. She stood up tall, and smirked at him. He brought up his crossbow and shot her with an arrow from his crossbow and she hollered with pain. “How dare you?” She screamed. “You shot me, you-“ He shot her again, and she charged at him, but this time he was ready for her. He jumped aside quickly, and slashed her across the side, knowing it wouldn’t harm her, only slow her down. But time was all he needed.
“Fast reflexes,” she said, taunting him, “T-“ He drew his gun and shot her, near her heart with a silver bullet. This time, she didn’t scream, only stepped back, startled with pain. “How… you…” She stuttered. “You can-“<br>
“I very well can,” Daniel said, interrupting her. He drew his gun again, and shot her straight in the heart. Her eyes wide with pain, she stepped back again, tottered, and fell ground, eyes still wide open.
Daniel withdrew his gun and put it back in its holster, crossbow still aimed at her incase she was not dead. He knelt before her, and elegantly drew the stake from its place on his back. He held it up high above his head, and then rammed it securely into her heart. This time he was sure that she was dead.
He took the stake out, and sighed, looking at the blood on the stake, and he felt what he thought was uneasiness pass over him. Get over it, he thought. You kill for a living; blood can’t make you uneasy. He sighed with relief.
Noise stared to come from outside. I knew it. Daniel thought. They’ve come to check my handiwork. Even after everything I’ve done, they will never trust me. They’ll never trust me. He sighed again, this time in frustration, and stood up, and put all his weapons in their proper places, leaning his crossbow over his shoulder instead of putting it on its holster on his back. (He put it there when he was simply traveling.) He made his way to the door and outside.
“It’s about time, Kinetson,” said one of the villagers, presumably the village leader, or mayor. “It took you long enough.”<br>
“I did it rather fast, actually. She wasn’t as much trouble as I thought she’d be at first, but she gave me a run around.” He explained.
“I don’t care,” said the village leader.
“You should,” said Daniel. “I did my best, and unless you want to go fight the vampires on your own, I suggest you be quiet.”<br>
“I’ll do no such thing,” he said, alarmed, and clearly the other villagers were as well, because they had started whispering. “You’ll mind your tongue, freak.”<br>
His words cut Daniel to the core. Even after all the years, being called a “freak” was not something he liked. Daniel didn’t respond to them. He no longer did. Before, he used to protest, that he was not what he killed, he was not a “freak” as they called him, but it did no use. They never believed him. They would never believe him.
“Just take your pay, freak, and get out of our village.” There was a murmur of agreement among the crowd surrounding Daniel.
“I told you, I don’t need to accept pay from you.” Daniel said politely.
“And I told you that we’d pay you for your services so you wouldn’t come bother us again.”
“I wouldn’t-“<br>
“You’ll take it and do as your told, freak!” He yelled.
Daniel looked on hurt, seeing the hatred and fear in the villagers’ eyes. Hatred and fear of him, of what they thought he was. Daniel walked, sadly but proudly, over to the village leader, and took the money, and pocketed it.
“Now, get out!” He yelled, pointing in the direction that Daniel was expected to go.
Daniel simply turned around, and began walking, trying to ignore the whispers of “freak” behind his back.
The only thing that kept Daniel going sometimes was the knowledge that he was not a freak, or whatever else they thought, but that it was they thought of him, but it was useless to argue with the masses. At any rate, it wasn’t being called a “freak” that really bothered him, although it did upset him greatly. It was what else they occasionally called that really cut him to the core, and hurt him deeply, and they all knew it.
“Vampire…”
Rating: R
Summary: A vampire hunter is shunned by his own kind. But when he starts searching for a formidable vampire who has plauged human kind for centuries, in the end, he may get more than he bargained for. Rated for violence and slight male sexuality.
Chapter 1
The sun was very beautiful that day. He was often fighting warriors or vampires, so he rarely got to see the sun and the sky in their beauty. It was a clear sky with a light breeze, a perfect day. He sighed. Too bad he never got to enjoy it. Unlike nowadays, there was no pollution a couple hundred years ago in his stage.
“Mr. Kinetson!” A voice called, and he turned around, taking his eyes off the sky, and leaving the beautiful day behind him. It was a man, younger than himself, obviously come to have him finish the job his village hired him for. A layer of sweat lay upon his brow, and he was breathing slightly heavily. “We have located her. This way, please.” He simply nodded, and followed the man out the door.
They walked down the steps of the tower that he had been in. They kept him as far away from the villagers as possible. When they got down the bottom, the man that was leading him looked winded, but he himself hadn’t even broken a sweat. He had always had a high endurance and stamina. They looked back to make sure that he was still there, and then started to walk outside.
The man kept walking and they met no one. He kept his crossbow over his shoulder the whole time, and his sword at one side, and his gun at the other. He knew he looked suspicious, and everyone thought him suspicious, including the man he was following.
“When are we going to get there?” He asked the man.
The man looked startled that he had spoken, but shook it off, and answered. “It’s a ways out, sir. There, see.” The man pointed out in the distance. In the direction he was pointing was what seemed to be a very small building of some sort. He knew it was probably bigger, but it looked small from this distance. “Its a few miles out.” He just nodded, and kept following, but after a while the man started to get tired. He was breathing really heavily, and his clean cut brown hair was becoming disheveled.
He let his thoughts wander, and started looking around. Every now and again, he would push a piece of his medium-length brown hair out of his face as the wind blew. His light brown eyes searched around, looking at his surroundings.
After a while, the man in front of him stopped. “Here we are, Mr. Kinetson.” He said politely. “The vampire is in there.” In pointed inside the building in front of them, which was actually, a house, two stories, and a good sized one. “She’s been terrorizing our village for years now, and we want it over with.”
“I can’t blame you. Vampires are nasty creatures.” He said, agreeing with him.
The man turned around and glared at him furiously. “You would know, wouldn’t you?” He said with a nasty tone in his voice.
He just swallowed his pride and stared at the man. He was long since used to everyone’s bantering about him. He had gotten it for years. One couldn’t really say he was used to it, but he had learned to tolerate it.
“Anyway, you know the way back to the village.” The man said, turning around and walking off. You’ll all probably be waiting for me when I get out anyway, he thought to the man’s retreating, silent figure.
He turned towards the house and sighed. Here goes nothing, he thought. He walked to the door, crossbow on shoulder, arrows, a stake and ammunition on his back, sword on one hip and dagger and a gun on the other, and slowly opened the door, crossbow ready.
It was silent. No noise. Nothing. Not a sound. It was very quite, and it had almost an eerie quality to its quietness.
It’s quiet, he thought. Too quiet. She’s hiding from me.
Then suddenly he was pushed down on the ground with a tremendous force, and his crossbow fell out of his hand. “Very wise observation,” said the female vampire on top of him, keeping him pinned to the ground. “You’re not as stupid as you look.”<br>
He glared at her, and she got up, and sped away, laughing at him. He got up on his feet, crouching low to ground, and grabbed his crossbow. Well, Daniel, he thought. It looks like you’ve gotten yourself into more than you bargained for.
Then he tore off at top speed, searching for Her.
Again, she pushed him to the ground, this time from behind. “Miserable wretch.” He called, pushing her off of him, and standing on his own too feet.
“Insolent human.” She said, enunciating the word “human”, and getting up to face him. “You have no idea what-“
He lunged at her, and she avoided him, pushing him into wall and into what furniture laid the house, which had obviously not been properly lived it, and it stank as well. Obviously from her “feeds”.
It went like that for a while: he slashed her, she hit back. He was sure to a few bruises in the morning. Vampires aren’t pushovers you know.
Then they both started to slow down, and they circled each other bit, both intent to “getting” their prey, in whatever manner it was meant. She stood up tall, and smirked at him. He brought up his crossbow and shot her with an arrow from his crossbow and she hollered with pain. “How dare you?” She screamed. “You shot me, you-“ He shot her again, and she charged at him, but this time he was ready for her. He jumped aside quickly, and slashed her across the side, knowing it wouldn’t harm her, only slow her down. But time was all he needed.
“Fast reflexes,” she said, taunting him, “T-“ He drew his gun and shot her, near her heart with a silver bullet. This time, she didn’t scream, only stepped back, startled with pain. “How… you…” She stuttered. “You can-“<br>
“I very well can,” Daniel said, interrupting her. He drew his gun again, and shot her straight in the heart. Her eyes wide with pain, she stepped back again, tottered, and fell ground, eyes still wide open.
Daniel withdrew his gun and put it back in its holster, crossbow still aimed at her incase she was not dead. He knelt before her, and elegantly drew the stake from its place on his back. He held it up high above his head, and then rammed it securely into her heart. This time he was sure that she was dead.
He took the stake out, and sighed, looking at the blood on the stake, and he felt what he thought was uneasiness pass over him. Get over it, he thought. You kill for a living; blood can’t make you uneasy. He sighed with relief.
Noise stared to come from outside. I knew it. Daniel thought. They’ve come to check my handiwork. Even after everything I’ve done, they will never trust me. They’ll never trust me. He sighed again, this time in frustration, and stood up, and put all his weapons in their proper places, leaning his crossbow over his shoulder instead of putting it on its holster on his back. (He put it there when he was simply traveling.) He made his way to the door and outside.
“It’s about time, Kinetson,” said one of the villagers, presumably the village leader, or mayor. “It took you long enough.”<br>
“I did it rather fast, actually. She wasn’t as much trouble as I thought she’d be at first, but she gave me a run around.” He explained.
“I don’t care,” said the village leader.
“You should,” said Daniel. “I did my best, and unless you want to go fight the vampires on your own, I suggest you be quiet.”<br>
“I’ll do no such thing,” he said, alarmed, and clearly the other villagers were as well, because they had started whispering. “You’ll mind your tongue, freak.”<br>
His words cut Daniel to the core. Even after all the years, being called a “freak” was not something he liked. Daniel didn’t respond to them. He no longer did. Before, he used to protest, that he was not what he killed, he was not a “freak” as they called him, but it did no use. They never believed him. They would never believe him.
“Just take your pay, freak, and get out of our village.” There was a murmur of agreement among the crowd surrounding Daniel.
“I told you, I don’t need to accept pay from you.” Daniel said politely.
“And I told you that we’d pay you for your services so you wouldn’t come bother us again.”
“I wouldn’t-“<br>
“You’ll take it and do as your told, freak!” He yelled.
Daniel looked on hurt, seeing the hatred and fear in the villagers’ eyes. Hatred and fear of him, of what they thought he was. Daniel walked, sadly but proudly, over to the village leader, and took the money, and pocketed it.
“Now, get out!” He yelled, pointing in the direction that Daniel was expected to go.
Daniel simply turned around, and began walking, trying to ignore the whispers of “freak” behind his back.
The only thing that kept Daniel going sometimes was the knowledge that he was not a freak, or whatever else they thought, but that it was they thought of him, but it was useless to argue with the masses. At any rate, it wasn’t being called a “freak” that really bothered him, although it did upset him greatly. It was what else they occasionally called that really cut him to the core, and hurt him deeply, and they all knew it.
“Vampire…”