The Bloodbar Massacres
Believe me when I tell you this: This Story is not for the faint at heart.
In 1812 AD there was a man named Sythe. He had bought land within the United States. 400 acres to be exact. He lived there for one day.
In 1812 AD there was a village in Romania. A very famous man had onced lived there and so did hundreds of villagers. One day a wery traveler had walked into this town to find that everyone was dead. The man that had onced lived there had died that very day. His name was Sythe.
This was so odd that 2 of the worlds greatest scientists, Johnathan Turnbuckle and Raphael Van Helsing, had traveled to this mysterious town to learn more about it. 5 days later they returned to America, where the body of Sythe was laying on a slab, with 3 bodies, a man, a woman, and a child.
They compared the bodies to Sythe's corpse and found a startling discovery. They had one thing in common. Teeth. The K-9's of all 4 bodies were exactly the same. Length, color, and strength.
They had also discovered one final thing. The bodies of the man, woman, and child had teeth marks on the jugulars of their necks. When compared with the teeth from Sythe it was a perfect match.
Sythe had also had teeth upon his neck yet they yeilded no results.
Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End
185 years later. Circa 2007 AD. The village of Paxtonromell is now one of the biggest villages in Romania. It is also one of the biggest vampire districts of the Middle East. It has thousands of night clubs yet only one is for all the major vampire families. Every vampire can come to that club and just enjoy themselves with imported blood...straight from the victim.
This night though was a very special night. The Russian Vampire Group Chignagow had signed a treaty with the Italian Vampire Family, for safety reasons they must not be named. It was supposed to be a celebration until a knock on the door.
James stood at the door waiting for another guest to arrive. It was supposed to be a celebration and yet they got someone looking at a fucking door. Why they didn't just get a mortal to do this job I'll never know, thought James as he sat in the chair and thought to himself about what he was missing.
A knock on the door had startled him because noone had came or left that night. As he walked to the door he rubbed his eyes and said "I wonder who this prick is..." He had practically learned about everyone in the village. As he got to the door he slid open the window and, in the vampire language, said
"Password?"
The cloaked figure had responded with the password, "A coo'de'tat gone horribly wrong."
James had closed the window and opened the door to let the one man enter yet as he went to close the door a hand appeared on it and slammed it open.
"What is this?!" James demanded, in english, to the cloaked figure as 6 more people came in.
"A hunt." The first man had responded while the final man slammed the door and pulled out a gun and aimed it at James's face.
"Oh my ga..." he went silent as a bullet hit him right between the eyes.