Ships and characters:

Roxana Darkh, Erika Darkh / Alice Darkh, Elina Darkh, Helena Black, Karl Winston, Mark Stone, Den Marx, Vadim Chernov.

Size:

a midi is planned, 27 pages are written, 6 parts

Tags:

Angst

Bi-characters

Vampires

Fictional creatures

Drama

Friendship

Cruelty

Smoking

Mysticism

Violence

Hunters of evil spirits

Everyday life

Teens

Rockers

Death of minor characters

Death of the main characters

Banter

Transgender characters

Horror

Action

Femslash elements

Description:

Vampires attacked the Bypassed city in the hope of finding their permanent residence in it. Murders have become commonplace, and missing people, if someone ever tries to find them, are rarely found. The city is mired in blood. But the hunters are not asleep, saving people's lives, risking their own. They live for the victory of their side. And few people know that the basis of the war was the revenge of a young and spoiled vampire. Who will win in the eternal war - vampires or hunters? Or will the main battle be between Helena and the one she wants to get back at?

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Introduction

The sky was covered with black velvet and a huge moon as if carved from a gemstone, illuminated the path along which a vampire with bright green eyes was walking. If passers-by had come closer, they would have noticed. That her eyes were slowly changing color to blood red, all because the girl was a vampire and her name was Roxanne.

Today, she truly admired the moon. The same atmosphere that was in the air once upon a time. Hundreds of years ago. Oddly enough, then her war with Helena Black began. Well, my dear reader, to make it clear to you, we will move to the end of the nineteenth century. To a small English village.

It was night outside and the lights had long since gone out in the houses, only in one tavern a light was burning and cheerful voices were heard. The only thing that was strange in this place was the beautiful music that our heroine played, coming here late at night when the sun was disappearing. Today, Schubert was pouring out of the old piano. And if two of the visitors got black-out drunk and laughed loudly, not wanting to notice her. Then there was a visitor, who was sitting not far from them. He carefully studied her game. There was a piece of bread and a glass of wine on his table, but he did not touch it once. He looked too out of place. He was neatly dressed and incredibly handsome, black hair that reached to his ears was carelessly arranged, gray eyes were framed by fluffy eyelashes, a nose with a barely noticeable hump gave a noble look. His name was Derek, and he was a vampire. Derek loved this place just because of the music. He was enjoying it to the fullest today. Oh, and he didn't know that Roxy was a vampire at all.

When the young man was still not turned into a vampire, his family was quite rich but did not differ in the special nobility of the family. Since childhood, Derek was surrounded by friends and buddies who did everything for him, whatever he asked. The young man had two peculiarities: a love of art and a passion for the terrible. He often drew dead birds and could spend hours admiring their corpses. Parents were worried about this oddity, but they did not turn to doctors for help, they were afraid.

Once one of his friends invited the guy to a birthday party, but there was no birthday, it was all just to lure Derek into a trap. On that ill-fated day, he became a vampire. Staying in a state of shock for several days, he couldn't eat and asked those who turned him why they did this. But no answers were given. It was a difficult time, he lost everything he loved and everything he had. Only years later he was able to make friends again, but not alive ones this time, but dead like himself, although there were those whom he turned. And everything seemed to be fine, but for complete happiness, he needed just a little, just a little bit more. A place that is inhabited entirely by vampires. So he chose an old village surrounded by a wall of forest and with a single decent road. People simply had nowhere to escape. So the vampires could easily turn or kill them by breaking into houses. But not tonight. Tonight was the last time that people could have fun. Derek observed every person he met on the way to the tavern. And even now he occasionally glanced at the two drunks, the girl and the innkeeper. He was here yesterday with a friend named Karl, the latter was distinguished by a very capricious temper. The years of eternal life have not changed him. You will soon be able to see Karl since Derek was waiting for him, and not only, but also two more friends with whom he wanted to enjoy music. The fact that he invited Karl was probably a mistake, but he was his friend, and Derek couldn't help but invite him.

Then, the door opened and three different figures appeared on the threshold. Derek waved at them, smiling. The first to enter was an elderly vampire with eyes full of warmth, neatly dressed in a red suit and with dark hair pulled back in a ponytail. His name was Mark, and when he was alive, he was a truly happy family man, whose house was filled with warmth. Everything collapsed one day when his wife and daughter were killed. Mark had been looking for murderers for a long time, killing those who destroyed his happiness. The time full of revenge was passing and he did not notice how his face soon was covered with wrinkles. When he met Derek, he found a friend in him, and in his bride - the daughter he lost. It was Derek who turned Mark into a vampire after learning about his incredible cruelty and thirst for revenge.

The second friend who did not smile sat down next to Derek. And he, named Will, did not take his strict purple eyes off Karl. He was dressed very simply and even a bit carelessly. He didn't like to think about his past, and only Derek knew that Will was from an orphanage, and he hated people more than anything in the world. Will had a completely fabulous appearance, golden curls decorated his head, his face was triangular with a slightly pointed chin. This elven appearance did not fit in with his rude character in any way. Karl, whom he was looking at, smiled broadly at Derek and greeted him. Karl had copper shaggy hair and cunning eyes of a swamp shade, he was dressed in a suit, but sloppily.

"What a strange place for such beautiful music," Mark said, watching the girl play.

"Isn't it pleasantly surprising though?" Derek smiled dreamily.

"You're right, it is surprising."

"And terribly boring," Karl took a glass of wine and began to twist it. "Riddle me this, dear friend, why can't we start today what we have been planning for a long time? We could start with this bakery, smash it completely."

"Because I decided so," Derek abruptly took the glass from his hands, thereby stopping the stupid activity of the redhead.

"You're too proper and boring sometimes."

"And you're so annoying," Will interjected.

The blonde man looked at Derek and began telling him what had happened during their walk here. Karl often threw stupid jokes and grumbled that he hated music so much that he would gladly drink the blood of the pianist. Derek glared at Carl.

"And don't even try, Karl, don't spoil this day!"

"And how can I..." Karl stared innocently at the table. But after a few minutes, he suddenly looked Derek straight in the eyes.

"Oh, Derek, what's the big deal if we kill everyone here?"

"Carl…"

"Who will stop us? Yes, of course, we can."

Derek looked around the room again. Perhaps Karl was right, who could stop them? People? They could easily kill any person, and the hunters did not bother them, since they were also mortal and ordinary, at least Derek was sure of it. But something told him that nothing good would come out of Karl's idea. And he calmly said no once again.

The redhead shrugged, and Derek turned to Mark and Will.

"How's my Helena?"

Helena was Derek's bride's name.

"She decided to spend this day in her way," Mark said, smiling, "so to speak, to arrange a small ball."

"I'm glad I left," Will grinned, dimples appearing on his cheeks.

Will was not a fan of balls. Dancing strained him, as he did not know how to move gracefully.

"Hey, the owner of the establishment!" Karl shouted, waving his right hand. "Pour us four mugs of strong beer!"

The vampires looked at him anxiously. They knew perfectly well that they could not eat and drink human food. And Derek ordered wine and bread for himself just for show.

Karl calmed them down with just one phrase "This is just for show." But the vampires couldn't calm down. Finally, Derek whispered.

"Carl, don't even think about ruining this night."

"It's all right, my friend." The red-haired man smiled, but Will noticed a catch in his words.

"I'll beat the crap out of you if you try to touch anyone here, even with your little finger."

Karl just shrugged his shoulders and turned to the owner, who hurriedly carried a tray on which four wooden glasses with fragrant beer were flaunted. The man put them on the table, saying politely "Help yourself, dear guests." A sly smile barely flickered on Karl's face. And Derek didn't even have time to blink, as the red-haired man grabbed the glass and drank the beer at once, and then abruptly threw it aside. The glass hit, making a dull sound, and the remaining beer splashed on the walls and floor. The innkeeper didn't know what to do. His eyes widened and his lips trembled. He seemed to be on the verge of anger, but he was a bit afraid as well.

"Forgive him," Derek decided to take the situation into his own hands.

Karl didn't seem to notice him.

"What kind of slop is this?!"

The innkeeper, who was looming between the two states, finally forgot about fear. He turned red with anger and, slowly breathing, shouted throughout the building.

"This is my beer and it's the best beer in the village! How dare you throw it all around and call it "slop"?!"

The red-haired man, with a calm look, took another mug and threw the contents in the innkeeper's face. The latter was taken aback and was just about to swing when Mark intervened.

"Wait, it's not worth it! Our friend is a little sick, it's not worth it."

Karl chuckled. It amused him. Two of the visitors, sensing something was wrong, quickly gathered and left. The red-haired vampire wasn't going to stop. And Derek, amazed by what was happening, didn't know what to do. Will, unable to stand it, supported Mark, "Yes, he's a fool, don't expect much from him!"

Karl smiled again, this situation being too ridiculous for him.

"Y'all are just cowards and don't want to admit it, this tastes like crap, smells like one too!"

Not being able to tolerate this no more, The innkeeper swung at Karl, but he dodged and grabbed the man by the neck with superhuman strength, twisting it. The innkeeper fell, trembling with convulsions and spitting blood.

The music stopped. Derek, smelling the blood, shivered with excitement. Standing up slightly, he stared at the dead man, eyes full of shock. Was that what he wanted now? Would it really be a restless day, would he have to kill the pianist who played beautiful music?

"It was the only place where I could play, I will have to clean everything up again."

Derek did not pay attention to these words. And only when Will shouted his name and pushed him towards the exit, The vampire woke from a stupor and looked at the pianist. The girl was calmly standing near the instrument as if nothing had happened. "I have to kill her," Derek thought, but out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed Will, or rather what was left of him. The handle of a knife could be seen from the young man's chest.

"What is this..."

Mark grabbed the vampire by the arm. They quickly ran out of the inn and moved along the uneven road into the forest. On the way, Derek finally came to his senses and pulled his hand away from Mark, stopping him and Karl, who was rushing next to them.

"Why are we running, Mark?"

Unable to believe his ears, Mark explained, "This girl is a hunter."

"And what? She is a mortal, we could easily kill her."

"We can still go back," Karl grinned.

Mark pursed his lips. He hadn't thought about it, but that was still not the case. And the next minute his fears were confirmed.

The girl appeared suddenly, jumping down from a tree branch. And she found herself face to face with Derek. Karl immediately grabbed a pistol from his pants pocket and fired two bullets at the huntress. But the wounds on the girl were instantly healed. At that moment, Karl could not believe his eyes. Mark, realizing that nothing could be done, grabbed Karl's arm and took one last look at Derek. In the gray eyes, only a warning could be seen. Mark couldn't stay there any longer.

The gray-eyed vampire looked into the girl's eyes, which had acquired a bright scarlet hue.

"Why?"

But again, he didn't get an answer to this question. The vampire immediately took out something tied with a belt to her skirt. Out of the corner of his eye, Derek noticed the blade and handle of the "Ax". The vampire wanted to do something. But she acted with lightning speed. Just one move! And she had already swung an ax in front of him! Derek didn't even notice that the blow was fast and sharp. It divided the vampire into two equal parts. The girl only regretted one thing: she had missed the other two.

Mark and Karl ran as fast as they could. Branches hurt their faces, and rotten trees made them stumble. Finally, they reached a small mansion. It was the place where all of Derek's dead friends lived. There were lights on in the windows, and cheerful music and laughter could be heard.

Karl hated Helena, he often spoke of her as a spoiled girl whose words about loving Derek were a lie. Although, in fact, he was just jealous. Freed from the feeling of shock, Karl screamed.

"Mark, it's all my fault! I'm the one to blame! ...But why is Helena having fun?"

"What a freak you are, Karl!" Without hiding his anger, the old vampire slapped the guy on the cheek. "Having committed a terrible act, you're ready to point fingers at an innocent girl."

"Oh, why would you think I am..." Karl smiled as if he did not want to piss off the girl. The vampire grabbed the door handle and pulled the door open.

"You're the reason Derek's gone, Karl."

"Isn't it because of the pianist though? Anyway, Helena has to know."

Mark grabbed him by the shoulder. He knew perfectly well that Helena would want revenge, not just because she was Derek's fiancée. But also because of her sense of duty. Remembering how the huntress moved, her cold eyes expressing nothing, he knew that Helena wouldn't be able to deal with her.

"Don't even think about it!"

"Did you really get scared for a little girl?"

The old vampire couldn't stand it and forcefully pushed him to the stairs, Karl fell on the steps, raised his head, and smiled slyly, irritating Mark with his whole appearance.

"What's that noise?"

At the top of the stairs appeared a beautiful girl with golden curls in a soft green dress. It was Helena.

"Helena!" Karl changed his expression and got up from the steps. "Will and Derek were murdered!"

The girl quickly ran down the stairs. She was followed by others who had recently been having fun with zero worries.

"And you didn't save him?! Why?" Her hands were clenched into fists, and her eyes were destroying.

"It was the huntress..."

"It doesn't matter to me! It's just a pathetic mortal human!"

"It's a vampire," Karl explained.

The vampires, not believing what they'd heard, looked at each other and whispered…

"Can you just imagine?"

"Oh, I think I've heard about it..."

"I thought these were fairy tales?"

"Karl, who is she?"

"She was playing in a tavern."

"Oh, that one... I think her name is Ricky."

"No, no! Roxy!"

"Exactly! Roxana Darkh!"

The voices didn't stop, they turned into mush, but only two words Helena uttered in her head. It was the huntress's name.

"Roxana Darkh, I will take revenge on you for the pain that you've brought me this night."