Old Mansion of the Hill
Ending: Blood Moon
His decision came quick, he ran for the door without hesitation, and of his bad luck, the door was locked. The rusty metal door was his only obstacle to evade her once more. Thus he shot the door thrice at the knob, effectively breaking the lock and the door became wide open. "I heard thee there, O mortal. Thou shall not flee anymore." A sign of omen, that she knew his whereabouts. But, even if he did not shoot the door, she was coming to the attic anyway. Quickly he made it through the stairs, and it seemed that the stairs led outward as the dusty, choking air of the attic began to change to cool night breeze which gave relief to his sense of smell. And it was brighter, just a bit though at the end of the stairs.
As he reached the edge of the staircase, a door greeted him. Without stopping, he opened it and there he saw a spacious rooftop bathing in dim moonlight. The night air stung his skin once again, the misty air descended in his sight, obscuring his eyes like it was in the forest. He stepped forward until he reached a line of handhold that prevented him from falling down. The mist were not that thick, thus he was able to judge that this mansion was high enough that jumping down was equal to breaking both of his legs. The scenery was not visible clearly in his mortal eyes, yet if it had been daylight and the mist had been mild, the emerald color of the leaves would probably he enjoyed now. But there was no time to enjoy such scenery, as what was forthcoming would be his demise.
"On this night, the firmament shall witness thy death and I shall feast, upon thy blood, O mortal. The charade ends here, and I shall not spare thy life anymore." Carmilla, the vampire drew nigh, with intention of ending his breath, in fact the whole cat and mouse game was her machinations, by refraining herself from killing him, she could toy him around. Through the darkness, there she was on the doorway heading downstairs, standing tall and barring him from his only way to escape. Thus, he was cornered on the rooftop where withered flowers thrived and this would be a fight where his life at stake, it would be a duel between life and death.
"No… encore." He muttered before aiming his gun to her. In his thought, this probably would be his last task, a somber feeling came by, and fear overtook his heart. In this moment of grim, a light glowed on his body, giving him a newfound strength. Princess Silvanna once attained the power of light, yet the power was kept to her, and it was a sacred power thus no one wielded it frivolously. Perhaps now he attained it, as she said the power would come in time of needs. Clarity came, and put his heart at ease, he would fight with honor and courage by the power of light. It was a sudden one, but nonetheless it gave him what he needed to slay her, the creature of the night. Truly, a sense of peace came by, thus he found his resolve to slay her after being discouraged and lost heart. This was his final stand.
He pulled the trigger and in an instant a bullet wrapped in blue light flew streak to her. She knew this one shot was not an ordinary shot, then immediately she phased through the shadow, avoiding the bullet. But when she was not ethereal anymore, a hissing pain was felt on her left chest near her heart. The power of light could harm her even in her ethereal state in shadow, albeit the impact was diminished, and she knew it would be worse once the bullet touched her flesh. "Verily, I sayest to thee, O mortal, thou hath not cease bringeth awe. For thee, gaineth blessing of light is not my estimate." She commended him, because never in her memories as a vampire she met such resilient hunter. And in retaliation she threw a magic blast, which he evaded easily by dashing right.
In a moment her wings spanned wide, the she soared high when a bullet came to her, but it missed as she performed a maneuver in the air. He was having a hard time to aim at her, despite that now she flew low, only around ten feet above the rooftop. The mist gave her cover and shade of night made her had advantage over him. Then she threw more stunning magic blast which he avoided by rolling around, and dashing in a blink. She flew back and forth, avoiding each passing bullets he shot, he rolled to his left and he shot but it missed. And then he dashed in a zigzag pattern to avoid her magic shot while shooting back, his enhanced reflex and speed gave tip of the scale to his favor a bit. The rooftop was plain enough to make him an easy target should he did not have such ability to evade those crippling blasts.
After a while they were at a stalemate, but in truth he was almost ran out of bullet, one remained on his gun, and there was none left in his coat pocket, thus this shot would be his. He needed to end this fight soon, in a decisive shot lest she would defeat him for sure. Then she aimed at him, and he aimed back, he ran towards her whom levitated far at the opposite front. Then a magic blast flew to while he unleashed a violet bullet from his sixth bullet while he was performing somersault forward. But before he landed the blast hit him and threw him backward, but the bullet hit her on her stomach and brought her to the floor in pain. Both belligerents manage to land hit on each other, yet he failed to hit at her head despite he aimed there as she phased through shadows upwards in the last second, leaving her maw to take the blow instead of her forehead which would have let him win the fight but his shot did not hit there. Consequence he had to suffer for his failure to take her down.
"Cursed thy ordnance, mortal!" She hissed in pain while she was half-standing, her right hand clutched where the bullet pierced, it would take a while to heal her wound and get that bullet out. Meanwhile, he was confused with his surroundings, everything sounded like a piercing needle in his ears, while his vision was blurry, the sky swayed in his eyes. To his side there was his gun, just a cubit away from his grasp, yet it felt so far. In the end, she was the one who stood up and not him. "Ugh… damn it!" He cursed under his breath, he attempted to stand up but her heeled shoes pinned his stomach down hardly! "Argh!" The pressure from her right foot on his belly was great enough to keep him on the floor, and it hurt him very much. He did not even bother to reach out to his gun because he had run out of ammunition anymore, worsening his despair. Thus, after his best effort to take her down, now he was lying on the floor, helplessly stared at the dim moon and her of course.
"Thou art at mine mercy, O mortal. And I shall end thy life here." She leaned down to him while whispering so. She was kneeling above him and her knee was on top of his belly. Her crimson orbs reflected her thirst which she would quench now. Her hands quickly restrained his neck, while her elbows made his arms petrified on the floor, and his right side of neck was as plain as the floor, as if beckoning her to sink the two pearly white fangs. His last thought was that, he worried the safety with her, roaming around this land, and his failure of slaying her made his heart wailed for eternity. "Farewell." She whispered to his ears, before quickly, her pair of fang sank into his delicate flesh, piercing his skin and drew blood. Immediately he screamed in pain, but she did not care, her head went on high as if she drunk wines, the longing for blood was finally fulfilled for her. She savored the sweet taste on her tongue, relishing the moment of draining her well-earned prey by each second.
Moment passed, his heartbeat grew dim as her lips kept drinking and drinking without stop. Her thirst was just great, too much to be sated by him alone. His twitching arm gradually became weaker and weaker, as his skin became paler by blood lost. After a while, his heart beat no more, he let go his last breath, leaving an empty stare to void filled with regret and ironically peace as his fleeting life left this mortal realm. His hand went limp, signaling death had him apart of this life. And blood came no more to her gaping mouth, like a grape which had been squeezed of its juice and dried away. There was his corpse, lying on top of the roof, sprawled wide with two holes were left by her, perpetuated as long as his dead body remained.
Thus, she stood up and regained her bearing. She licked her black lips, wiping the remaining blood, enjoying it for the last time. Looking at the sky, she was reminded on the night where Cecilion, her lover resurrected her as a vampire. Now on this night she had taken one life of a hunter that hunted her kind. Smiling, she was pleased that her magic had not aged as she was slumbering. "My thirst for blood is not quenchable, and my longing of thee, bearing it I able not." She murmured to the cold night wind, no one was there to hear her, including her lover. "Where art thou? My dear…" And it was the whisper that the wind carried, whisper of a longing lover and a tale of the perished, Vagrant Poet.
The End.
Note:
The ending happens based on Granger's choice, whether he would run or wait to confront her in the attic. The other ending happens due to the the latter choice he made.