Chapter Two

The Sealed Door

Twelve Hours Earlier

A man exited the New York central Airport and walked out into the city streets. This large city was noisy for it being almost midnight. He walked out to the edge of the side walk and hailed a taxi. He got in and saw the driver was a middle aged man.

"Where to Mac?" asked the driver.

"To the Bronx and step on it," said the man in a harsh dark tone.

"Are you sure you want to go there?" asked the man.

"Did I stutter? I said the Bronx. Step on it!" he yelled. So the cab driver drove off in the direction of the Bronx. The driver tried to strike up a conversation with the man but it was in vain. The cab ride wasn't a very long one but the man in the back of the cab seemed to be getting annoyed with something. The man started to tap his foot and grind his teeth together.

At about five minutes to midnight the man ordered the cab driver to stop in front of what looked like an old business building in the Bronx.

"That will be thirty bucks even," said the cab driver. The passenger just snorted and started to get out of the car.

"I said thirty bucks," the cab driver said as he locked the doors so the man couldn't get away without paying.

"You pathetic mortal," said the man.

"Huh?"

"You have no idea who I am. My name is Bloodwyne and it shall be the last name you will ever know." The cab driver turned to the man to tell him off but nothing came from his mouth when his eyes fell upon the man. The man held up his arm but it was not his own arm anymore. The man's arm was now a large crimson scaled claw. The crimson claw seemed to glow compared to the man's pale skin. The color of the scales matched the color of the man's hair and clothing. The only thing that seemed not to belong was him eyes. He had soft kind blue eyes that were now scowling at the man.

"Goodbye mortal," with that Bloodwyne shoved his claw into the cab drivers skull. Blood spurted from the large wound and spattered onto the wind shield. Bloodwyne ripped out his claw and it returned to its human form. He then got out of the car and proceeded to the rundown building.

The building was quite old and had muck graffiti inside as it did inside. Large chunks of cement and pieces of office furniture covered the hard concrete floor. Bloodwyne really want interested in this filth. He walked to the back of the room and began to sift through the garbage that littered the floor. Eventually all of the garbage was moved aside and before him was a trap door. The door was made of cement with an iron bar in the middle for a handle. Bloodwyne slowly reached down and yanked open the door with ease. A dark square was all he could see… for now. Bloodwyne blinked his eyes and they began to glow red. The darkness faded and he saw below was a passage. Quickly he jumped down and started down the passage.

The passage was covered in dust but beyond that it was just as it was when it was created about two hundred years ago. Bloodwyne pulled out his cell phone and checked the time; 11:57. He had to hurry so he quickened his pace. A blue light could be seen now as the passage came to an end. As he exited the passage he returned his eyes to normal and looked around the room he found himself in. The room was constructed out of dull orange bricks. Torched lined the calls and burning bright inside of them were eternal blue flames. He walked across the room to the other side and stood in front of the door he had been searching for the past six years. The door was eight feet tall and was made of shining silver.

Bloodwyne went to push the door open but before he even had a chance to touch the door the crest of the Huntsclan appeared on the door and a bright light sprang forth from it. Bloodwyne was lifted off the ground and flung to the other side of the room. He landed on his back with a thud. Bloodwyne rose to his feet and held out a fist.

"Blasted door! Gninthgil!" he exclaimed. A bolt of lightning shot forth from his fist and flew at the door. Again the Huntsclan crest appeared and the same light shined from it and the bolt was reflected. Bloodwyne dodged the blot just in time and it flew down the hallway.

"Damn it all!" he cried.

Suddenly there was a ringing that echoed through the chamber. Bloodwyne grabbed out his cell phone and answered it.

"Master?" he asked.

"Yes my servant," said the voice of his master on the other end.

"Have you located your prize yet?" asked the master.

"No, there is a barrier that prevents me from opening it."

"What kind of barrier?"

"When ever I try to touch it the crest of the Huntsclan appeared and I'm reflected."

"It would seem the Huntsclan doesn't want anyone to get it."

"What should I do master?"

"Well the Huntsclan is wise but easily predictable. They would have made a way for only them to get in."

"So how do I get in?"

"Find a member of the Huntsclan that bares the true mark of the Huntsclan. Have them present the mark to the door and the barrier shall be deactivated."

"Then what do I do with the Huntsclan member afterwards?"
"Kill them."

"Yes my master."

"Now go and do not fail me," then the line went dead. Bloodwyne hung up his phone and left to find his pray.

A/N: I know short but I had to introduce the villain. Well review and I'll write more. There will be more blood and other situations to come. Rating may go up at a later date.