i made this for my writing class and most thought it was pretty good. I already thought of a story line for it, i just to put it into words. This is the first prologue that doesn't really go with the story at all, it was more of a start to the world and characters.Well please read and enjoy, and review.

He was wearing a cloak darker than the night, with a hood that covered his face with shadows that danced with each passing light. The sleeves of the cloak were longer than his hand, with them only going three-fourths, and baggy giving room to reach inside. The shadows remained still inside his sleeves only leaving the mind to guess what was hiding in the darkness. On the back of the cloak was an upside-down pentagram that had been drawn in blood. He was a shadow walking in the darkness of the night.

He entered the pub with the sweeping of his cloak at his feet revealing his bare feet with black veins that could easily be seen through the pale, pale skin. He received a few glances as he entered, those that saw him hurried out of the bar as if a bomb was about to hit, but there were a few that didn't even take notice of his entrance even with the slight drop in the temperature.

He didn't go to any of the open tables but walked, as if his feet never touched the ground but glided, towards the full bar. They were the ones that had completely ignored him as he entered and still ignored him. "Excuse me." He tapped one of the men with his sleeve covered hand. His voice wasn't that of a human, but of some kind of monster. It was cold, a cold that drove all the hairs of those who heard him to stand straight up and dropped the temperature of the pub a few degrees. It made the air around his mouth turn to frost, silently dropping to the floor. "Are you the one called Hunter?" He asked politely, but from how his voice was it almost seemed like a threat and drove fear into the depths of their souls.

"Why should I tell you?" The man wasn't one to be trifled with. His body was full of muscles and tattoos were etched onto all visible parts of his skin. He had two gun holstered to his waist, ready to be used in a moments notice and a dagger strapped to the outside of his pants.

"I'm Darkness and you seem to have taken care of Doom." His voice still had a polite tone, but it was mixed with something darker and colder than ever before. The lights of the pub flickered with the sound of his voice, even the light was becoming fearful of him.

Hunter laughed at Darkness. "You have some guts coming here vampire." Hunter's voice sounded like a thousand singing angels compared to the voice of Darkness. It was a normal voice, maybe a little lower than others, but after hearing Darkness talk even the annoying buzzing of a fly was music to everyone's ears. The venom Hunter had added to the word vampire was a brilliant orchestra playing their instruments to their ears

"I have only come to repay you for what you did to Doom." The joy that had appeared from hearing a different voice disappeared; the cold returned with vengeance bringing despair and fear into all that could hear. Hunter reached for his guns out of fear, knowing what Darkness meant perfectly fine.

"Keeper." Darkness spoke to the bartender as if he knew him. The cold and darkness that had lined his voice was gone filled with a normal voice. "I will pay for the damages to the store." Darkness didn't want Keeper to yell at him again for disturbing his bar. Darkness had killed many others like Hunter at this bar, it was a regular place for his Group as well.

"Fine, he deserves it for messing with our Group." Keeper pulled out his pocket-watch attached to a chain in his suit, revealing the same bloody pentagram on the top part. He placed it back with a pleased face seeing Hunter and his party give a grand look of disgust and fear.

Hunter made the first move when he realized that he had two vampires from Doom's Group here, while his party ran towards the door. He pulled his guns out with speed that would make the Kid look slow. The thunder from the guns sounded through out the bar. Darkness didn't move—he disappeared from where he was then reappeared right next to Hunter with the silence of the night.

Darkness's hood had fallen with his magic trick, revealing his black hair and abyss black irises were darker than the darkness of space. His pale face would make snow look black and contradicted his black veins that appeared on his face.

Darkness had placed one hand on Hunter's shoulder draining the life out of him. Hunter's skin was going whiter than Darkness's with the simple touch. Darkness gave a grin that sent chills down Hunter's and Keeper's spine. It was a grin that shouldn't be possible by even vampires. It was a grin of pure evil and delight, it would send anyone who saw it running. Hunter even tried to run, but couldn't because of the superhuman grip of Darkness. Hunter tugged and jerked with all his might, but Darkness only strengthened his grip until rubies ran down Darkness's thin fingers, staining the white with red.

Darkness could feel the warmth of blood running down his fingers when he pierced Hunter's skin. The slight squirm of Hunter only gave strengthened Darkness's vengeance for Doom. Darkness dug deeper into Hunter's shoulder piercing through the tendons, muscles, and the bone like butter. Hunter's screams shock the world from the pain Darkness had caused. Darkness decided that was enough and slowly withdrew his fingers, watching the blood gush out of Hunter as his still beating heart didn't know he had been killed from the pain and fear that Darkness had caused.

Darkness carefully picked up the broken light of Hunter's soul, gently and compassionately blowing it away to roam until his resurrection. Hunter's body crumbled to dust with his soul gone from it. Darkness didn't like killing mortals, but he made an excepting for vampire hunters. He could only hope the new life Hunter's soul gains isn't a vampire hunter.

Darkness left the bar without a second look at Keeper. Darkness was in the middle of mourning the death of Doom and killing Hunter. Darkness embraced the coolness of night wondering when the killing between vampires and vampire hunters would cease. He could only guess as he disappeared back into the night returning to his home in the abyss of darkness.