Hunter
He could smell their blood now. He was close. Momentarily he reflected on the fate which would have him silently scaling a three story building in the dead of night. Nothing but his fingernails and luck to keep him from falling to the hard cobbles below. Senses attuned by years of practice, he could feel the coarseness of the bricks beneath his fingers, hear the many noises of the night in a city the size of Nuln. Most importantly he could hear the hum of voices through the wall meaning that his targets were present.
He was directly below the window now. He took a moment to ready himself and to check his weapons were in place. Then, using the prodigious strength of his kind, forced his legs out, over his head and bending them to send his heavily booted feet crashing through the window followed momentarily by the rest of him.
Before the glass had hit the ground he analysed the situation, five men, heads just beginning to turn from their deep discussion. Three of them fighting men, two with swords and one with an axe. The axeman died first, a knife thrown as the assassin landed taking him in the throat. He drew his sword and located another knife in time to meet the charge of the two swordsmen. The first bringing his sword down in a powerful overhead swing, the other lagging slightly behind. The assassin, with inhuman speed, darted aside flicking his sword in and out of the mans chest. His victim stood motionless for a moment, then blood frothing from his lips he fell face down. The second was more experienced, keeping his sword between himself and his foe. In a flurry of blows the assassin attacked cutting through the mans defences in a whirling storm of steel, almost delicately decapitating him in a fountain of blood.
Of the two remaining men one was chanting the final refrains of a spell. He indicated to the knives on the table and waved his hand toward the assassin. The three knives on the table, propelled by the wizards will, flew point first at the assassin. In a spray of sparks the assassin deflected one with his sword. Barely managed to twist aside avoiding the second, but the third sank point first into his gut, stopping as it sank to the hilt. An odd smile spread across the assassins face, "Its not that easy my friend." And plucking the knife out threw it in a deadly arc toward its owner, its flight stopping point first in his eye. The wizard sank soundlessly to the floor.
The final man seeing his chance, dashed, not toward the assassin but in the opposite direction. Hurling himself towards the door. He almost made it, but was stopped by the heavy wooden bar, which had utterly failed in its purpose to protect its owners. Before the bar was even half way removed a vice like grip fell upon the mans shoulder and span him around.
"Please don't kill me!" he squealed "I'll tell you everything, I have money, please don't kill me!"
"I'm afraid there's only one thing I really want from you" replied the calm voice of the assassin.
"Please, I'll give you anything!" cried the fifth man.
"How very generous of you." The assassin smiled, revealing long, needle sharp canine teeth.
"Vampire!" choked the man before screaming as the assassin lunged towards the mans neck, biting down on the artery and drinking down the blood that gushed from the mans neck. The mans shrieks quickly lost strength and as he collapsed lifeless to the floor, the assassin turned to leave.
this is my first story so any feedback would be gr8, also should i continue this or leave it as a 1 shot??