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.
"The room is upstairs, the second door to your right. There is a spare blanket if you wish to block out the sun, just drape it over the barren rods."
I walked towards the stairs and noticed a couple in a dark corner watching me observing them. The woman had an Asian look about her and she wore a strange dark maroon outfit that connected her torso and head. She had matching leggings and thick, high heeled, grey boots with two blades strapped to each. The man had clean-cut and angular features, brown eyes, and messy brown hair. He wore a black trench coat over a green sweater.
I shrugged and went up the stairs and into my room where I slept for the rest of the day. A knock on the door woke me from my blessedly dreamless slumber. The couple I had noticed earlier and the barkeep entered without so much as a "May we come in?"
The man spoke first. "So, Dark Man was right about you. I hope you can fight as good as you look."
"She's dhampir." The woman sneered. "We have no use for her in our ranks, Severin."
"You're a dhampir as well Mynce, lest you forget that." He interrupted.
"If I may interrupt," said the barkeep "Shouldn't you let the elder's decide on whether or not she is a necessary tool for the Brimstone Society."
"Very well." Said the one called Severin. "But first allow us to ask you a few questions of our own. Who are you?"
"My name is Rayne."
"You have an accent. You're not from around Europe are you?"
"America. I'm not sure where, I was orphaned at an early age."
"You're a dhampir?"
"Yes," I hardly see where this is going. What are they up to?
"Hm. Dhampirs are rarely the offspring of a happy union." Muttered the barkeep. He kneaded his fingers together under his apron as he watched the interrogation.
"Indeed." The one called Mynce agreed. "Who is your maker?"
"My maker?" I asked in puzzlement. "What do you mean?"
"Who was the vampire who created you? Who raped your mother or father?"
"Kagan…" I whispered in hate. I was quickly becoming bored with this 'getting to know you' chit-chat. Severin's eyes widened and he turned to the barkeep.
"I think we're done here. If you'll just follow Mynce, we will take you the Brimstone Headquarters."
"Not yet!" Hissed Mynce. "Who told you about us?"
I smiled at the memory of the vampire pimp. "A vampire named Justinian Coblesworth." She smiled, purposely baring her fangs.
"It seems on of our benefactors has been most helpful as of late." She grabbed my arm with amazing speed and force that I scarcely had time to react. Unfortunately, I had taken off my arm blades and had them sitting on a near-by table. "It's time to go, Rayne."