Chapter 2 -
After each page that flicked through my fingers, new ideas came to my head of ures, poisons and chants. I lost myself in the amount of facts and words buzzing through my head, leaving a smirk plastered on my face.
I had gone through a notebook of sketches, notes and scribbles based on Professor Van Helsing's books. He still had more of at his home, his house held a bookshelf on every corner filled with his journals, notes, the monthly penny dreadful's and storybooks. He also loved his poetry, one of the many things he introduced me too was poetry, I had never heard of it and I'm thankful to him to emerice me in this world or beauty.
As my hands started to ache from writing, I checked the clock on the wall. 10:30pm. I got up from my kitchen chair and started to get ready for the long night ahead of me.
I walked over to a rectangle chest near the lounges. The chest creaked as I opened it, inside was weapons that Professor Van Helsing had given me over the years, throwing knives, guns, shotguns, swords and daggers. I equipped myself with 4 of my throwing knives and one pistol at the back of my trousers. I grabbed my coat and scarf and headed toward the address in the letter.
Tonight seemed colder, maybe winter is around the corner. I put my head down looking at the ground. As I turned the final corner and I met with the location to see a woman, in the corner of my eye was a man who had turned the same corner heading towards the same woman.
"Miss. Ives" he called out, his voice was thickened by an american accent.
I started to walk to the woman and man, until they had spotted me coming closer to their presence.
"Miss. Hemmingway, a pleasure to meet you" She exclaimed
"And you Miss. Ives and friend" I added
"Sorry, Miss, I'm Ethan Chandler, I think we're both been called on their behalf" Mr. Chandler explained
"You're both on time, very wise, this way if you please" She smirked
Ethan and I followed he too a door that was very close by to where we met her, she walked up to the door and knocked once. There was a slit at the top of the door that opened to reveal a pair of eyes from an old japanese man, as the door swung open, i walked beside Mr. Chandler, this place looked like a loft, that was turned into a zen pit. I looked over to Mr. Chandler who was pinching his nose from the smell. Miss Ives stopped in front of a man wearing a black semi-top hat, long coat with a fur collar and a cane with a silver head.
"Are these the individuals?" The man asked
"Yes" Miss. Ives informed him.
"Did you bring your weapons?" He asked again, looking at Mr. Chandler and I.
Mr. Chandler opened his right side of his coat to reveal a gun in his holster. The man looked at me and I opened my coat to reveal the blades of my knives glimmering in the dim candle light. The man looked at us both and started to walk forwards with Miss. Ives following.
"One minute" Mr. Chandler exclaimed "What are we doing here?"
The question was also in my mind, but I had a feeling deep in my stomach that I knew what it was.
"We are looking for someone that you don't need to know" The man paused, as he walked forward to us both "Do not be amazed by anything you see and don't hesitate"
"I never do" I smirked, looking straight into the man's eyes.
Miss. Ives, Mr. Chandler and I followed the man downstairs "Who are we exactly looking for" Mr Chandler asked
"Someone who is very dear to me " the man replied, as he walked through a small door.
I walked with them until we came to a stop to a huge loft with railings and guardrails, probably for ship or wine barrels.
At the end of the corridor, were three ghostly human figures, inside my body recoiled from them, because I knew what they were and they never so kindness nor mercy. Their stench you could smell it for miles.
The man that required us stepped forward to talk to the one standing out in front and started to have a conversation in latin.
Two of the ghostly men behind him moved to the side, where Mr. Chandler and I were standing. Mr. Chandler slowly took his gloves off, I looked from teh corner of my eye too see that the two creatures were ready to attack both of us.
In an instant I could hear a girl crying in the distance. I could by Miss. Ives body language that she heard it also. Mr. Chandler settles his hand on his gun. I also slowly reached for my knives on each side of my coat.
Suddenly the vampire standing out the front lept at Sir. Malcolm. The two vampires at the side attacked us. Mr Chandler shot his gun, missing the lurching inhuman figures, while I went up to the ghostly creature and drew my right band back punched it in the stomach before i could latch onto me and sliced his pale white skin on his throat, letting blood gush out from the wound. I could see a vampire with wild curly long hair jumped down from the roof and onto Mr. Chandlers back. I threw my second knife into it's back, making it slump to the ground after the impact, I walked up to it's back took out the knife flipped him over with two arms, and slit his throat again, getting blood all over my hands. My ears ring with a final gunshot from Mr. Chandler behind me.
"Watch out, Mr Chandler" I warned
"It's alri..." before he could finish his sentence I ran up to the creature trying to get itself back up, he managed to get back up. I manage to get into a small sprint and tackle it to the ground, while shoving a blade into it's head, I watched it's leg kick twice then nothing.
I look over to find Mr. Chandler and the man out of breath.
I yanked the blade out of the corpses skull, wiped it on a wooden pole next to me and looked back at Mr. Chandler to find his mouth was open, giving a few chuckles in awe. I gathered my knives from teh bodies and walked forward, so that we'd catch up with Miss. Ives.
There was a vampire talking to Miss. Ives, the one that was standing talking to the man that brought us here, unaware of what was going on until Mr. Chandler shot him twice in the back of the head and fell down onto the ground with a thud.
The Room we entered in was full of dead bodies, blood and entrails that covered the ground making everyones footsteps squish through it. The odour was pungent foul smell of dead flesh and blood.
Miss Ives. and the man run over to a girl on the ground with ivory hair and skin and wearing a black laced dress. Mr. Chandler walked near a huge pile of dead corpses and stared at it, I could hear movements in that particular pile.
A big movement shifted through the pile of mutilated corpses, I only looked around around for a moment to see a head snap up quickly to Mr. Chandler, It gave a menacing hiss. The creature stood up tall, trying to intimidate Mr. Chandler with his inhuman height. Mr. Chandler moves back, while he shoots it in the chest twice, but it only seemed to anger it more. It growled and with a quick swift swipe of the creatures backhand it flung Mr. Chandler to the other side of the room, crashing into a pile of wooden crates. Before I could do anything to stop it, Miss Ives stood in front of the creature and it stood making a clicking noise, until the man with his sword runned it through the creature's chest, he pulled the sword back out quickly and knelt back to the girl and whispered coarsely into it's ear.
"Is there another creature like that?"
The Girls eyes shot open, a flush of panic waved over me, her iris was bright read and pupil black, it gave a loud scream.
"Jesus Christ" Mr. Chandler panicked
"Don't move Mr. Chandler, this night is not over" he informed
"Help us" Vanessa added, looking at both of us "Please"
The girls squirmed until the mans strength of his old arms, he grabbed his sword and struck it through her heart. He looked around the room and started to stab the other girls scattered around, that looked exactly like each got up, put his sword, back in his cane after wiping it.
I looked at the inhuman corpse on the ground, that Sir. Malcolm killed first. Out of my years of killing and hunting these creatures, I've never come across one like that. It seemed like a giant when it stood. It's skin was pale grey fading down it's body to black. In the middle of it's chest was a crease, that seemed to be holding to be holding all the skin on it's body. It's hands were long and black with huge black talons at the end of each boney finger. The head was bald and pale showing three deep cuts stopping in teh middle of it's forehead and lips had the same cuts lower and bottom, each cut was a light shade of red.
"We'll have a man bring the body to where we are headed next" The man informed
"I'm sorry, sir" I exclaimed "But what is your name?"
"Sir. Malcolm Murray, you may call me Sir Malcolm" he replied
"Thankyou, Sir. Malcolm" I smiled, sliding my knives back into place in my coat.
"Follow us, please, Mr. Chandler and Miss Hemmingway" Sir Malcolm exclaimed
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~The Rabbit's Imagination
