Chpt 3

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Ryoma stared. The vampires stared. The leaders, whom Ryoma assumed were the ones seated on top of the stairs, stared.

Then the uproar started.

The vampires lurched at Ryoma, who had immediately whipped up his gun, loaded, safety off. He shot the first two vampires straight in the heart, bursting into dust. With a spin, he kicked another two, right foot, left foot. With an adrenaline rush and a smirk on Ryoma's face, his hunter skills kicked in.

But Ryoma was no ordinary hunter; he is a hunter by blood.

He made a dash through the hall, using his momentum, he leaped on two vampires, given him an edge up into the head before cracking their heads with a kick in the neck joint. Sadly, that would only slow them down, not kill them. He shot another five more vampires in the chest area. Then his gun clicked empty. The vampires started coming down on him like vultures. Ryoma narrowly missed getting his arms ripped out; his sleeves reduced to shreds, his arms bleeding like a burst pipe. The vampires' eyes lit up the hall like willow o wisps on a dark night.

Ryoma cursed.

A vampire leaped onto his back and attempted to dislocate his body into pieces. Ryoma tumbled forward- a bad move, the vampires started to pile. In fact, only the younger ones, Ryoma suspect were left to do the dirty work. He vaguely saw a circle made around him to watch the spectacular.

Hunter's blood rushed his body.

Ryoma felt himself turn hotter and hotter by the minute as he fought off the vampires around him. It was at this moment Ryoma knew his eyes had started to glow gold. Some of the vampires around him gasped; some faltered and Ryoma took the opportunity to stake them. Two down, four more to go.

Ryoma swore. Four was only the number attacking him. Looking at the 'audience' there has got to be hundreds more. Power build up in him, he brought his elbow down and aimed it at the shoulder of a vampire and did a crotch kick in another. Dancing around the vampires, he managed to stake another two more. One of the last two pounced on him and forced him back onto the floor with the vampire on top of him. Spittle sprayed everywhere as the vampire faced him. Ryoma punched the vampire. In turn he pounced on top of the vampire and staked it. He whirled around looking for the last one to see that it was writhing on the floor.

A crash came from the platform. One of the vampires had stood up abruptly; the one who had another vampire as a foot stool. In a blink of eye, the vampire was standing in front of him, no sound, except for a slight wind, a slight billow in the coat the vampire wore. He stood so closely to Ryoma that their clothes touched.

One of the leaders from the throne had come down.

He glanced at the platform, all the vampire leaders stood up, staring at him. The one who had entered the circle had a hand on the vampire writhing on the floor. With a jerk of his hand, the other vampire's head was wrenched off. It rolled off somewhere. Then the body disintegrated.

Ryoma glared at all the vampires; chest heaving slightly although his stamina is good but taking on so many vampires at one time had a toll on him. He knew his eyes were still that odd gold glow. He had asked Sumire about it before. She shrugged and told him it was probably his hunter's blood. But when he asked if his father had it, Sumire shook her head. The others who had hunter's blood didn't have weird glowing eyes either. The others never felt adrenaline rush. The others never felt power. Ryoma shook his head, trying to keep a straight head in this situation.

Ryoma thought the vampire had a weird look on his face. Did he smell or something?

The vampire yanked his head up with his thumb and forefingers, a tight grip on his chin.

One of the vampire from the stage, the one with the exaggerated regal throne-like chair, asked, "What do you see Fuji?"

"Mistress's eyes."

The vampire called Fuji's eyes soften, a blue glow emitting from the irises of his eyes, then he grabbed Ryoma into a hug.