Vampires

Did they not tell you how your body - and soul - would become disfigured after years of work? How you would become as twisted and cruel as those you hunt and kill so mercifully? ...No, I doubt they would. After all, they are the honourable ones, the noble ones who do the world such a wonderful deed by wiping out those who have lived far longer and know much more." He abruptly let go of the boy's hair, and smiled cruelly as, surprised by the sudden absence of pull, the hunter's head fell against the carpet with a soft thud.

"Well, my friend, I now tire of this talking. It seems your time has come."

The vampire moved again, still using his weight to keep the slimmer, smaller hunter pinned to the ground while his hands travelled to the hunter's belt. The young man's eyes widened as he left the vampire withdraw two long silver knives, and he gasped a little.

"Surprised that silver doesn't hurt me?" The vampire sounded amused. "You really know nothing of my kind, pitiful little human." With one swift move, the vampire lodged both blades through the back of the hunter's palms, intrinsically nailing him to the floor, ignoring the howls of pain the young man promptly started making. "There... this should keep you still while I finish..."

The vampire leaned back a little, putting all the pressure on the gasping and whimpering hunter's legs, and slid both hands under his chest, pulling him into a crawling position which the hunter was in no state to object to and unbuttoning the now-dirty white shirt swiftly. Then, slowly, the black-haired creature withdrew a larger knife from his person and placed it under and in front of the human. Larger than the ones being used to hold down the brown-haired hunter, and wider, it was covered in arcane symbols, the center dominated by a large pentagram surrounded by runic shapes. 'Sinister' was the word that flashed through the hunter's mind, before the vampire picked it up again, holding it almost lovingly by the polished wood handle. The human barely had time to register the sudden movement, however, as the vampire abruptly swung the blade up and into the hunter's stomach: up through the ribcage and piercing the heart.

The hunter barely had time to choke out a scream before death stole over him.

The vampire sat up, resting easily on the dead hunter's legs, and smiled humourlessly at the girl. "You can stop acting now."

The young blonde removed the hands from in front of her mouth and the scared look from her face. Beneath the façade, her expression was cold and cruel, her smile curving upwards at the corners. "If that all humans were so easy to lure, my pay would be better."

The vampire viewed her with obvious contempt: a human that revelled in leading other humans to their deaths at vampiric hands. One that wished to be a nightwalker herself, but was lacking in the mental strength and was far too addicted to serving her inhuman masters. He gave her one final, disgusted look, and busied himself with the dead hunter.

Light. Horribly bright light. The red-brown eyes opened a little, squinted and shut again before curiousity got the better of him. However, on hearing a soft chuckle, his eyes snapped open in an instant and he sat bolt upright, head snapping around from left to right as he looked around himself. Sitting off to his right was the long-haired vampire, smiling calmly.