The blood sprayed across his face as his prey fell to his knees then doubled over. Breathing heavily, his warm breath mystified in the cold air. Wincing with every breath, the blood from his enemy began to run up his body and into his hand. The blood contorted and coagulated until it formed a blood dreg. For weeks he has been hunting other hunters in order to gain enough blood dregs so he can present them to his love Annalise.
"My Queen, it is almost time." He thought to himself as peered over the yharnam landscape. Injured from his last encounter he hobbled to Hemwick from the Cathedral Ward's massive steps. As the closer he got to his destination the more elated he became. Finally his hardships would pay off. He was going to finally propose to Annalise and present her with enough Dregs so she can give birth to A Great One. He would sit by her side protecting her and rebuilding the Vile blood Dynasty.
For weeks he has had the Moon on his back hunting and killing others to gather the dregs from their blood barely sleep and not eating. The only sustenance he needed was the Queens sweet vile blood. Shivering and weak he slowly hobbled through the woods. Even though his body had enough of the immense ordeals he had gone through the joy of being with the queen kept him going. Now all he needed was to make to the castle and present his ring and the blood dregs he had collected.
Heading west of the Cathedral Ward through a small wooded area. The area was full of dead trees and littered with tombstones. The tombstones were largely unmarked and they crookedly wrapped around the dead trees as if they were crooked overlapping teeth. The dead trees were another story. Even though they grew extremely high no leaves or foliage grew upon them. The branches casted shadows upon the tombstones. Each branch looked like hands and fingers creeping out of the ground scratching upon the nameless tombstones.
As the moon grew higher into the sky he heard a faint ringing. "No not now," he panicked "NOT WHEN I AM SO CLOSE!" The ringing began to resonate and grow louder. Quickly the shadows passed through the withered trees. Spinning quickly in the darkness to a dizzying effect. The crows cawed and poured from their perches soaring with fear from the dark heavy presence that had appeared in the shadows.
"Is that him Caldwell?" asked voice. The voice was calm and inquisitive.
"Aye Jacob that is him" Caldwell answered.
"Why he is fat and ugly there is no way this is the guy that killed you."
"Don't underestimate him he is more dangerous than he appears"
He looked at both of his attackers his dark hair covering his face shuttering his blood shot eyes. He snapped his fingers and disappeared. In utter bewilderment the two hunters turned around and around slowly feeling the crushing revelation that this hunter is different from the rest. The two attacker fired their guns into the shadowy mist lest by the Vile blood's quick step prowess. The hunters kept shooting until they heard the unnerving click of their blunderbuss. In a panic they swung violently in the air where the Vile blood stood only to come in contact with a black liquid. The Liquid was thick and pungent. It drenched their coats and clung to their clothes.
"Fight like a man!" Caldwell yelled. His arms and legs began to tire.
"Arrrgh!" Jacob shouted! Caldwell looked behind him to see his partner being pounced upon by snarling werewolves.
"Jacob!" Caldwell screamed as reached for his partner who was being pulled away into the blackness of the eerie wood. The screams form his partner gargled and echoed amidst the snapping of the ravenous jaws. The Vile blood saw his opportunity and seized it by dashing behind his prey and stabbing him in the back. As Caldwell fell to his knees in pain the Vile blood prodded his fingers into the small hole that was left by his sword. He pushed his hand further into his flesh and making the hole wider and ripped his hand free. Crumpled on the ground in unutterable terror he begged for his life
"please…" he gurgled as blood began to fill his mouth.
"You know that liquid I sprayed on you and your friend was a mixture of a blood cocktail and oil." The vile blood smirked, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a Molotov. In the darkness more wolves began to crawl form the shadows attracted to the smell of the concoction. They began to bite, tear, and claw as Caldwell screamed in agony. "Give your maker my regards" the Vile blood casually tossed the Molotov at his body. The fire erupted in a wide radius burning the wolves and incinerating Caldwell. The blood from the ground eked up off the ground and formed another dreg into his hand.
"Soon my Queen, You will see how worthy of you love I truly am" The Vile Blood shambled in to the cold nothingness of the wood toward Hemwick.