Chapter 2
I woke to the screaming of Rookery's old fashioned alarm clock. I pushed myself off the dirty back seat that served as my bed, and rubbed my eyes, yawning. Rookery rose from the front seat, lighting a cigar and hitting the screaming clock. I jumped into the passenger's seat, and took my place to my teacher. He was grumpy this time of night and he flipped on the various lights and sonar detectors.
Outside it was dusk, and only the dyeing light of the sun could still be seen. The night was filled with all sorts of monsters, but we were going after a particular type.
I'd learned early on that when hunting leeches, like the vampires we hunted, you had to be fast, both physically and mentally. I had hunted down, and killed, my first vampire when I was seven. I was young indeed, but Rookery's eyes had gone wide when he'd seen my victory. That night he'd claimed me as his new apprentice.
Since that night I'd killed a total of eight vampires, and helped in the killing of another sixteen. Every time we destroyed another I felt as though a small weight had been lifted.
I killed them, not for sport (although it was quite a rush), but for revenge for my deceased family.
I wore two crosses, one iron, and one silver. My normal weaponry consisted of three stakes and a silver dagger. I carried them in various sheaths that were strapped to my right thigh. On my left thigh I carried several glow sticks, in case I got stuck somewhere to dark for me to see.
My attire was mostly tight fitting. I wore black jeans that fit like a second skin. I wore a leather jacket that buckled in front with three inch-wide straps.
My black hair never left the tight pony tail, tied back with a tight piece of black ribbon, which was so high on my head it practically stuck out of the top. My hair was long and, even in the pony tail, reached my bum.
My eyes were dark purple, far darker than they'd been when I was young, and my skin was almost as pale as a vampire's. I never really saw the sun anymore, but I didn't much care to be honest.
As we drove, the sonar beeping quietly in the background, I sharpened my dagger. The hilt had a single, blood red, stone.
When I was finally satisfied with the sharpness of the blade I stuck it back in its sheath.
Then the sonar started beeping louder. Rookery gave a cry of victory. "Got one." He said laughing. He moved the light catching the bat that flew over the field, to the right side of the road. I smiled wickedly getting prepared to jump out of the car, my dagger back in my hand, ready to throw.
We gave chase for a few moments more but the bat quickly dodged up a small cliff and we lost it. My nostrils flared, and Rookery slammed his hand on the dash.
"Well crap." I said in a huff, leaning back. Rookery let out an angry huff of smoke from his cigar. "Off to the cemetery then?" I asked. We'd recently followed a vampire near to the cemetery, and had yet to search it.
"No, that one was heading towards a village. We need to make sure there aren't any attacks." He replied. "We'll check the cemetery tomorrow night." He finished starting the truck again.
I leaned back, looking out the window, a little ticked off. I really wanted to kill something.
Look people. I'm not asking for anything but that you let me know your reading. Please, if you read this let me know! Otherwise I'll drop the story and work on others. I have an original I'm working on and i have studing I could be doing. If I'm going to dedicate time to this I need to feel it's worth it.
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