This is my first Fan Fic, I hope it's alright. Sorry nothing has exactly happened right now, I'm trying to make it move fast, but I've never really been to good with that.
I hope you enjoy. .
Kaema sighed, thoughts wizzing through his head as he walked briskly down an alleyway. The drumstick in his left hand was slightly tinted with a crimson colour of dried blood, obviously having been used a couple of times on a Vampire. The hockey mask he wore was battered and scratched, but still in good condition, a few or more so blows from a super human being.
His green and yellow hair was jutting above his mask, slightly falling around the hard plastic. It was slightly long, longer than it use to be, and messy with a slight look of just getting out of bed. His pale blue eyes landed on his next slay, the Vampire bending over its most recent victim. Kaema frowned, his brow furrowing beneath his mask as he drew his dagger, the sides of the metal wooden. His thumb brushed what appeared to be a button, one when pushed, the wooden sides of the blade would fly out, imbedding the dagger in the stabbed, and hopefully it would be near the heart. But if not, he always had his faithful drumstick at hand.
Kaema stood still for a moment, twisting his drumstick so the crimson tinted end would face himself. With stealth the way he walked didn't show, he jumped into a sprint forward, dagger outstretched, he lunged at the Vampire, his dagger stabbing through the heart. He didn't need to press the button this time, the wooden edges of the blade doing their job just as well.
"You just had your last meal." He muttered, pulling his dagger free from the body. The Vampire was dead, that much was obvious, as he cleaned the blood off his dagger on its shirt. Kaema sheathed the weapon and stuck his drumstick in the pocket of his black cargos, getting ready to drag the already mummifying body into an alleyway for the next person who came to dump their rubbish near there to find.
Alae hissed, watching the Slayer below her apartment building drag the obviously male Vampire into an alley. Her chestnut brown hair fell in waves of shining locks around her perfect face as she removed the hair tie holding it up, glaring down at Kaema with obvious disgust and hatred.
"I don't know how they could kill our kind." She spoke, but who to was not obvious.
"What?" A feminine voice asked. A door closed as the body the voice belonged to walked in. She looked exactly the same as Alae, her petite and stark frame, long brown hair, green eyes. But of course, they had differences that didn't include appearances. This one, Oraca, was strong in telepathy, but Alae was the born fighter.
"Slayers, I just don't get how they could kill our kind." Alae told her twin sister, turning to roll her eyes.
"Well, they have a hatred for us." Oraca begun, obviously missing that it was not a question. Alae hissed, walking away from the window. She grabbed a black leather coat of the couch and threw her sister the crimson version.
"Come on; let's go show him what the race really is made out of." She smirked, opening the door to the hallway outside while putting her coat on. Oraca sighed, following her sister and grabbing the two sheaths from beside the door.
"Don't forget these." She said, throwing her sister the two sheathed katanas. "You don't know how good he might be." She added, putting her own crimson coat on. Alae caught the two sheathes, clipping them both on opposite sides of her belt.
"You're right, best to be sure."
