(This story was inspired by xxDarknessxx3)
Warning: Vampire story! Don't like, don't read!
It was a dark and stormy night, and the streets were quiet. One man stood on the roof, looking after those who couldn't defend themselves from the creatures of the night; although he was one himself, he despised those who looked at humans as mere tools.
"How long have you been watching me?"
"Long enough…"
The man detached himself from the shadows and stepped out into the rain. He carried a silver crafted sword as his only weapon.
"What brings you here, Blood Talon?" The man asked.
"We both do the same job, don't we?" He said. "And please, call me Hwoarang next time, Mr. Alexandersson."
The man stood up and faced Hwoarang. His eyes were dark blue, and they bored into his brown ones. "And next time, call me Lars, alright? You know how I hate formal introductions."
"I'll keep that in mind."
Hwoarang was a vampire as well, but not the same species of what he was hunting; no, he was a half-vampire: all of their strengths, none of their weaknesses. Lars was born a full vampire, but he wasn't affected to normal things like other vampires are. In a nutshell, Lars can be considered a half-vampire as well.
Both men looked down towards the streets once more, but something caught both their eyes. With curiosity taking over, both of them silently dropped down to ground and dashed off towards the figure.
"Stop right there!"
They followed the figure down alleys and streets, but eventually, they cornered them.
"What are you doing out here this late?" Hwoarang said. "Don't lie to us."
The figure removed its cloak and laughed maniacally. "Who knew you were so oblivious? You fell right into our trap, Blood Talon and Alexandersson."
Both Lars and Hwoarang looked around and saw themselves surrounded by vampires. Neither of them was fazed as they started to lay waste to the low lives that surrounded them.
Blood covered Hwoarang's face as he drove the sword through a vampire's torso, with almost half his arm following. He swiped upwards and the vampire fell to the ground, split in half, withering and dying slowly.
Lars ripped the head off of a vampire's shoulders and twisted another's off. He smirked to himself as he saw the main vampire quiver in fear in the corner.
"You're pathetic," Lars said, throwing the head of a vampire on the ground. "You're not worth killing…Hwoarang, let's go."
Hwoarang held out his sword towards the vampire's neck with a devilish smirk as Lars turned tail and walked off.
"He isn't worth killing…but he can't be allowed to live."
In the next second, all you could hear was the deafening sound of screaming and then silence.
(Next morning)
The sound of birds chirping soothed Asuka Kazama's ears as she awakened from her slumber. With a yawn and a stretch, she walked downstairs to greet her best and life-long friend, Ling Xiaoyu.
"Hey," She said. "Did he come back yet?"
"He came back two hours ago," Xiaoyu said. "You might wanna let him-AHHHH!"
Both Asuka and Xiaoyu jumped back, surprised as they saw Hwoarang appear before them. A heavy sigh came out of Asuka's mouth as she walked towards him.
"You've gotta stop doing that," Asuka said. "You could've given us a heart attack!"
"Sorry sweetie…" Hwoarang grabbed her and held her close. "Lars was there with me this time."
"We haven't seen him in over two years! Is he alright?"
"He's fine; just as ruthless as ever."
Xiaoyu sat back down on the couch without a word. She was secretly terrified of vampires, and hearing about one never helped her fears. Hwoarang approached her and laid a hand on her shoulders.
"Xiao, I know it's a little scary for you, but…not all vampires are scary. You two are the only people I know that are immune to our powers, so that should be enough to let you know that vampires can't harm you."
"I'm scared of them because one tried to kill me before, remember? Nothing can undo what happened."
"Xiao, you can't-"
The phone rang and Hwoarang picked it up. "Hello?"
"Hwoarang, you're needed at the Mishima Ziabatsu. How soon can you come?"
Hwoarang grunted, but he answered positively. "Fine, I'll be there in five."
"Before you leave, bring Xiao and Asuka with you. This one could put them at risk this time."
Hwoarang straightened his spine. What's this mission about? "…Alright, I'll be there with both of them."
He hung up the phone and turned around. "Girls, we gotta go to the Mishima Ziabatsu. Come on…"
Asuka sighed as she walked up the stairs towards her room. "Jin's got you running left and right, huh? Didn't think we would be entering the fray either…"
Xiaoyu stayed in that same paralyzed state as she gripped her jacket; she has to go to the Mishima Ziabatsu because of what? It worried her to the point that her heart could stop right here.
"Xiao, calm down," Hwoarang said. "Jin's just gonna talk about a mission that only I have to go on. He wants me to bring you two so you can be out of danger."
"…Okay…"
Asuka came down the stairs dressed in black short shorts, a short sleeved designer blouse, and some shoes. Her long hair was pulled back into a low ponytail.
"Are you two ready to go?" She asked. "The sooner we can get this out of the way, the better."
"Alright, you two…" Hwoarang opened up the door and jumped into his car. "Let's get going."