Hibisha: And here is the second chapter.
Burn: Massacre in New York city? Really?
Hibisha: Yeah! Anyways, I don't own Inazuma Eleven.
Burn: On with the fic.
"The ѠØlf"
He ran with inhuman speed; not that he was a human to begin with. But even as he ran, he could feel it hot on his heels. It wasn't possible to outrun him yet it was surpassing him, both in speed and agility. He snarled. If he hadn't known who it was, he would have turned around and fought it. And if it had been like the rest of its race, it would have been dead a long time ago. But it wasn't so he kept on running.
He saw a clearing up ahead. He accelerated and burst into the clearing, hoping to find some way out of his horrible predicament. But as soon as he stepped into the open space, his hopes died. He had too many high hopes and now they dropped…plummeting straight down the ravine which was located in front of him.
God, he was trapped.
He heard the crunching of leaves and twigs and slowly turned to face it, knowing that his end was near.
He eyed the creature with distaste. The vampire was bald and had a tattoo covering his scalp and a very ugly tattoo at that. Couldn't he find a good tattoo parlor? He could recommend quite a few.
He was wearing a leather jacket and a pair of denims. His orange eyes never left the snarling figure in front of him as he took a step forward. The creature took a hesitant step back, eyeing him warily. He made sure his face was completely blank as he pulled out a dagger from it sheath which hung on his waist.
Any human who looked at this weapon would have no real fear of it. After all, it was only made of sharpened wood. But for a vampire like the one standing in front of him, it was lethal. A quick stab in the chest and it would never live to see another day. Not that it was alive in the first place, he thought with a bitter smile. It was an un-dead.
And what's dead should remain dead.
That was his theory.
He approached the vampire cautiously. When dealing with leeches of the second degree, one must always think things through. The vampire stiffened and crouched in attack mode. He felt laughter bubbling inside of him, threatening to escape past his lips. Did this piece of filth actually believe that it could even compare with him? He pointed the wooden blade at the vampire and grinned, his fiery orange orbs dancing with amusement.
"Let's get on with this, shall we?" he asked, his voice taunting. There was also slight edge of impatience in his voice. The other vampires he had faced in his life had never been so obvious about it. They had worked in silence, cleaning up the messes they made. But this one had been too sure of himself. He had killed that girl in front of her boyfriend and whilst drinking her blood, had allowed him to run. It had been pure luck that the first person who had any sort of communication with this boy had been his partner, who had been out to grab a bite to eat.
Then from that moment on-wards, this vile hunter had become the hunted. The very same creature that had prided himself on being on top of the food chain was now standing in front of him, waiting to be slain. The filthy creature stood in front of him, its upper lip pulled back in a snarl that revealed it pointed fangs. Then it attacked. It launched itself, using its legs to propel itself forward. It was going to use brutal force. Typical.
That was what all vampires were like; all brawns and no brains.
He crouched and waited for the vampire to be nearly on top of him before jerking his hand up slightly, plunging the wooden knife into the vampire's chest. The vampire shrieked and fell down on the ground and began to writhe in agony. Suddenly the vampire disappeared into a puff of smoke.
He leaned down and picked up the wooden dagger which had dropped onto the ground. Slowly he wiped it on the leg of his jeans. His hair fluttered in the breeze as the fire in his eyes died down. He stared at the sky, a small smile on his face.
He had just rid the world of another vampire, making it a bit safer than it had been five minutes ago. Vampire hunting had become a hobby for him. No wait; it was more than a hobby. It was his life's mission. But killing a vampire was easy. It was hunting them out, trying to distinguish between a vampire and a human which was hard. Sure, they were all pale and white but o were some humans. Ok, more than just some. Some times he was glad girls liked to get tans.
He just wished he could somehow find a way to eradicate all of them at once. But there was only one way to do that. And that was to kill all of the three First Ones. Only when all three of the First Ones were slain, that all the world's vampires would just disappear. And according to the rumors, they wouldn't die…no, they would be cured. They'd be human again.
If those rumors were true, then it just made him want to hunt the First Ones even more. It would mean that no more innocent people had to go; because it wasn't their fault that the First Ones had decided to bite them and see what happened. Other than that, he was still furious about what the First Ones had done to New York two years ago. It still made him go cold all over. How had a trio of vampires managed to destroy an entire city? And why did they do it?
It was obvious it wasn't just for blood; because if it had been, then they would have drunk the blood. Not just spill in the streets.
He shivered. A sudden cold wind and chilled him to bone. The First Ones were ruthless. And the only way to come across them and live to tell the tale was that one had to be ruthless as well. And that's what he had become. A ruthless vampire hunter. He had learnt not to pity the desperate look in their eyes as he staked them. They didn't pity the humans either so why should he? They didn't care about humans when they drained them dry; when they sucked out all the blood out of their body or when the humans screamed in agony and pain and begged for mercy.
No, what he was doing was right. He was right; he always was. After all, he was the ѠØlf.
Hibisha: Well?
Zonex: I like the ѠØlf. He's full of himself.
Burn: Hey, when am I coming in the story?
Hibisha *avoiding Burn's eye*: You'll see.
Burn: Hibisha, I am coming in the story right?
Hibisha: Of course.
Zonex: Please review people!
