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January 7
My new partner is not so bad, I guess. He's not a serious as I am about my job, but he will do. I was really bored last night. My team did not go out on a hunt. Soren's team went out instead. All of the Death Dealers are divided into teams, depending on skill, rank, and experience. I do not have as much experience as some of the others, but my skill and rank are one of the best. I no longer struggle to defeat my partner at wrestling. I have sniper aim and can shoot, clean, build, and take apart any weapon in under ten seconds. I can climb walls better then any other of my fellow Dealers. I, unlike them, actually practice crawling on walls and dropping down onto my enemy. No one else, besides perhaps Kahn, seems to find these skills necessary.
Perhaps the causes of my skills is that I take care of my body. I do not pig out on candy bars, like I see my teammates doing sometimes. I don't drink a lot of blood; only enough to sustain me and give me nourishment. There is nothing worse then fighting on a full stomach, so I take care to never fill it completely up. I also pride myself on self control, something Kraven needs to learn.
It is a dark and rainy night tonight. There is a thick fog surrounding the mansion, making it look more dark and foreboding then it already is. Mist hides the humans as they walk to and fro to the subways. It is much like that fateful night when I met my first lycan…
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Frankly, I was praying as hard as I could that the lycans would leave us alone. My wishes were not fulfilled. It was at that moment that the first lycan decided to attack. I felt helpless, having no weapon to defend myself with. Viktor was quick to lash out with his sword, thrusting it straight through the lycan's head, blood and brains spilling out as it fell dead. I watched fascinated as it turned slowly back into a man. It seemed cruel to me a first, but I soon realized that it was just survival of the fittest.
The other lycans all attacked at once, hoping to defeat us by surprise. It didn't work. Two fell dead where they stood and another while he was attacking. The remaining lycan backed off and let us pass. We did so. When we were out of earshot, I asked Viktor why he didn't attack. He told me that he remained to gather his fallen comrades. He explained to me that after a lycan was killed, a Death Dealer just left it where it fell. Another lycan would take care of the body.
I wanted to know why the vampires were fighting the lycans, but I never got around to it, because in front of me was a huge mansion with large grounds. And several vampires standing in front waiting for us.
As the vampires bowed us in, I tried not to show my amazement at the beautiful architecture. It was an older style mansion Gothic style. There was a lot of dark colors. Directly in front of us beyond the entrance hall was a long sweeping stair case. Next to the stair case was a dark hallway. There were staircases on the wall to our left. Seated on couches and comfortable chairs in the space before the stairs were a number of pale vampires, mostly wearing black, although I did see some wearing other colors. They were all sipping daintily from campaign flues filled with a dark crimson liquid, which I recognized to be blood. I was suddenly self-conscious standing there before them.
They all wore fancy clothes and I only wore a bloodstained nightgown. Viktor spoke briefly to them and grasped my arm, leading me up the staircase in front of us. I heard snatches of whispered conversations as we passed, most of them muttering about Viktor's new pet. I knew they were talking about me. I held my head up as Viktor swept me up the staircase and down a few corridors. He stopped before a door, and opening it, pushed me inside. "This is where you will live for now on," he told me. I looked around. I didn't see much.
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