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Discworld/Predator
WATCH THE HUNT
Chapter 4
"Really, Mr. Vimes, ah-haha, you must learn to come up with better accusations you know." Dragon King of Arms would have been white with rage if he weren't bone white already.
"It could only have been a bloodsucker like you that could've done all these murders." Vimes very slowly, very deliberately lit a match. "And I seem to recall you saying that you'd get even with me for, ahem, some imagined grievance."
"But it wasn't me!" the vampire shrieked. "I haven't left my offices for a few years. All I have been doing since our last meeting is reconstructing my archives." He motioned to the bookshelves around him. They were nearly full.
Vimes' mouth dropped open. He remembered having a good look around at the volumes that had filled the shelves completely, before he had incinerated the lot of them. There had been hundreds. It had only been a few years ago. But then, what was a few years to a vampire? Vimes was impressed, in spite of himself.
Still, it was concievable that the old leech had found time for these killings. Revenge was a very powerful motive. And yet-
He lit his cigar and slowly, methodically blew the smoke into the vampires face. "If I find out it was you,"
"You have done quite enough to me already, Mr. Vimes! Please leave."
It watched from the rafters, following the quarry and its subordinates. Their heat signatures far more telling than their shapes.
#$%&
No, that wasn't it. iT #$ YoU
iT wAs YoU
Not quite.
It WaS yOu.
Ah, perfect.
PuRrRrRrRrRrRr
Dragon King of Arms sat in his study and tried to concentrate.
The impudence of that trumped up thief taker! Of course he had PLANNED to avenge himself upon Vimes, but the archives were a higher priority.
He picked up his quill and was reaching for the inkwell when something caught his attention. Just out of the corner of his eye. Someone or something was in his study.
It WaS yOu.
"Vimes!" Dragon spat. "I will personally complain to Lord Vetinari for this harassment!"
I'lL hAvE yOuR hEaD.
The vampire had had enough. He would dispose of this insect once and for all. It had been a while since he truly let himself go anyway. He could feel his incisors growing into fangs, his nails extending into claws, and his night-black wings unfurling. He glided forward.
What stepped forward to meet him seemed to appear out of nothing and it was certainly not Samuel Vimes. It was too big to be Vimes, for starters. It lowered itself into a fighting stance and flexed its hands.
SNIKT!
Two serated blades extended from a large buckler on its right arm.
PuRrRrRrRrRr
The immortal herald lunged in with his claws and slashed at the hunter's midsection, drawing first blood.
Blood?
It was green and glowed. It didn't smell right either. Whatever this thing was, it was not of the Disc.
No matter, if it bled, he could kill it.
He swung again, only to have it met by the hunter's wrist blades.
The vampire screamed as his severed hand fell to the floor.
The hunter spun around in a backhanded swing. Too late, Dragon King of Arms noticed that it had a wooden stake in its left hand.
Discworld/Predator
WATCH THE HUNT
Chapter 4
"Really, Mr. Vimes, ah-haha, you must learn to come up with better accusations you know." Dragon King of Arms would have been white with rage if he weren't bone white already.
"It could only have been a bloodsucker like you that could've done all these murders." Vimes very slowly, very deliberately lit a match. "And I seem to recall you saying that you'd get even with me for, ahem, some imagined grievance."
"But it wasn't me!" the vampire shrieked. "I haven't left my offices for a few years. All I have been doing since our last meeting is reconstructing my archives." He motioned to the bookshelves around him. They were nearly full.
Vimes' mouth dropped open. He remembered having a good look around at the volumes that had filled the shelves completely, before he had incinerated the lot of them. There had been hundreds. It had only been a few years ago. But then, what was a few years to a vampire? Vimes was impressed, in spite of himself.
Still, it was concievable that the old leech had found time for these killings. Revenge was a very powerful motive. And yet-
He lit his cigar and slowly, methodically blew the smoke into the vampires face. "If I find out it was you,"
"You have done quite enough to me already, Mr. Vimes! Please leave."
It watched from the rafters, following the quarry and its subordinates. Their heat signatures far more telling than their shapes.
#$%&
No, that wasn't it. iT #$ YoU
iT wAs YoU
Not quite.
It WaS yOu.
Ah, perfect.
PuRrRrRrRrRrRr
Dragon King of Arms sat in his study and tried to concentrate.
The impudence of that trumped up thief taker! Of course he had PLANNED to avenge himself upon Vimes, but the archives were a higher priority.
He picked up his quill and was reaching for the inkwell when something caught his attention. Just out of the corner of his eye. Someone or something was in his study.
It WaS yOu.
"Vimes!" Dragon spat. "I will personally complain to Lord Vetinari for this harassment!"
I'lL hAvE yOuR hEaD.
The vampire had had enough. He would dispose of this insect once and for all. It had been a while since he truly let himself go anyway. He could feel his incisors growing into fangs, his nails extending into claws, and his night-black wings unfurling. He glided forward.
What stepped forward to meet him seemed to appear out of nothing and it was certainly not Samuel Vimes. It was too big to be Vimes, for starters. It lowered itself into a fighting stance and flexed its hands.
SNIKT!
Two serated blades extended from a large buckler on its right arm.
PuRrRrRrRrRr
The immortal herald lunged in with his claws and slashed at the hunter's midsection, drawing first blood.
Blood?
It was green and glowed. It didn't smell right either. Whatever this thing was, it was not of the Disc.
No matter, if it bled, he could kill it.
He swung again, only to have it met by the hunter's wrist blades.
The vampire screamed as his severed hand fell to the floor.
The hunter spun around in a backhanded swing. Too late, Dragon King of Arms noticed that it had a wooden stake in its left hand.