Brimstone Society Missions: The Finding of Bloodrayne by Animegamer2007

Disclaimer: I don't own Bloodrayne or anything else. Bloodrayne is property of Terminal Reality and it's Affiliates, any relation to persons living, dead, or undead is entirely coincidental.

It was nearly a half-day's journey to the next town, and even through the filthy adornment around my body, I could feel the sun's harmful rays take it's toll upon me. A blood tinted sweat dripped down my brow, my red hair was becoming tangled and matted to my head, and my leather outfit clung to my body like a sticky, wet glove. I was becoming thirsty, even though my previous night's meal was enough to hold me over until this evening at least, but I suspected it was the mortal instinct for water tormenting me. I flinched. Even the thought of water made me cringe. Where water was near lethal to vampires, water to dhampirs was the mortal equivalent of dousing themselves in acid. I loved the water ever since I was a child, but the memory of it was painful.

I thought of the white crosses I had seen painted on the buildings in my previous adventure. Maybe some of the legends were true then? I had heard stories about decapitating vampires, rumors of garlic, and the crucifix superstition but I thought nothing of them.

The vampires came from inside the buildings. But they had no trouble with them whatsoever. Did the people attempt to imprison them there till sunrise, or was it an elaborate rouse? Hm, it doesn't matter now. Whatever was left of them from that explosion is a pile of dust by now.

My legs were beginning to feel like lead and my arms were losing their grip on the blanket. If the blanket fell, I'd be at the mercy of the sunlight. I looked at my surroundings through squinted eyes and noticed a small patch of trees straight ahead with a long shadow that was trailing west.

Now, if I can just make it there I can rest and maybe hitch a ride.

I took off, running hard eager for the sweet coolness of the shadow against my skin. The slight sting of the morning dew would be a small price to pay to get out of the sun. It seemed like time stopped allowing me to get there fast and as soon as my spiked heel touched the coolness of the shadow I whipped off the rag, plopped down into the thickest, darkest shadow and gave a sigh of relief.

Ah! Now that hit the spot!

I closed my eyes and I fell into a deep sleep.

Mother was reading me a bedtime story about a princess and a magical stone when she stopped suddenly. I recall the thick sweat that had broken out all over her body. Before I could ask what was wrong she grabbed me and shoved me into a hidden passageway by the fireplace.

"Whatever happens Rayne, don't make a sound and don't move… no matter what."

I nodded solemnly, and curled up in a protective ball as I heard the deafening thud of the stone door sliding shut. I had gone through this drill many times before, my mother never told me why and every time I tried to bring up whom my father was she would cringe and hastily avoid the subject. I scooted closer to the door and searched for a small opening for me to see. I smiled as I found one and peered out at the lonely room. I was starting to think that it was just another drill when her ear-splitting scream penetrated through the stone and drove itself into my brain.

"No!" I heard her scream as she slammed the doors and windows shut in an attempt to thwart the attacker from coming in. The door burst open and a man clad in elegant blue velvet his muscles bulging beneath them, his raven hair slicked back and his dark hazel eyes were a cold, heartless stare furrowed under thick brows, a decorated sword hung limp at his side as he calmly stepped into the room.

"Get out of here!" She grabbed a vase and threw it at him in a vain defense. He raised his large arm and swatted the vase without even a glance at the object and advanced.

"Where is she? Where is the dhampir?" his voice echoed off the walls with an authority, deep and demanding.

"There is no one. No girl, no dhampir!"

"You lie!" he pounced on her in an instant, he was too fast and she now had no chance of escape. He kneeled down upon her, a leg on each side of her and one of his thick hands held both of hers to keep her from fighting back. "Where is the girl? Where is she? Where's my daughter?"

"There is no one," she grunted "No one!"

"Very well," He leaned in and attempted to kiss her. She jerked her head left and right before he brought his hand to her chin and forced her lips to his. She pressed her lips firmly together, hot tears streaming down her face. "I'll find her myself." He lowered his head once more towards her fair neck and bit down hard. She gave a small, muffled yelp before she was gone. She eyes shut tight in anguish.

He dismounted and wiped a trail of blood from his jaw and walked out. I was crying in silent fury, even as I felt the place go up in flames. I had somehow made it out alive and swore vengeance on my poor mother.

I awoke with a start, pain surging though my skin. An agony of light. I had slept till noon and the sun was now beating on me with great force causing my skin to blister. I groaned and threw the blanket around my shoulders and started to the town again. I walked not half a mile when a gentleman and his wife in an automobile offered me a ride into town. They dropped me off at the nearest tavern and I thanked them greatly.

Hell, it was my own damn fault for falling asleep in the wide open like that. Jesus, I'm never doing that again.

I walked inside and lowered the blanket to around my shoulders, shaking my damp hair and my ribbons loose. A few of the patrons looked at me in a mix of emotions… curiosity, lust, and envy… as I made my way up to the bar.

"Can I help you?" The barkeep asked. He was a grungy-like man with a beer gut and slight stubble on his rough features. I nodded and removed the pendant and showed it to him.

"A man from the neighboring town said you could point me in the right direction. Can you?"

He looked at some of the customers wearily and looked at me right in the eye. "I can. You look tired and beat up, I can give you a room for the rest of the night and a meal if you like. When you wake, I'll take you to them."

"Thank you."