The Darkhold
Chapter I
Saints And Killers
The room was dark except for a dim overhead lamp. The walls were corroded and the room itself was almost completely bare. The near abandoned the building it resided in was dank and dreary. The halls were black and silent, the empty shell of it's interior echoed only the noises from outside. The distant sounds of police sirens and the barking of dogs could be heard on the darkened streets below. This was indeed the bad side of town.
Four shadowy figures sat at a ratty looking table, each holding a handful of playing cards. Their faces were obscured in silhouette, as each shuffled through their hand. In the middle of the table were several vials filled with a red liquid substance.
"Pratory(Raise You)" said one of the shadowy men as he tossed another vial toward the center of the table.
The figure sitting at the head of the table just looked up, his eyes just barely peering over the top of his playing hand. He grinned sinisterly and upturned the corner of his mouth.
"Tanevile Borle(What have you got)?" said the man.
The other man slams his cards on the table triumphantly, revealing a Straight Flush. He laughs with an evil undertone as his face slowly emerges into the light. His mouth grinning from ear to ear, his dirty canine fangs becoming visible.
"Torborl (To bad)"he says as he reaches for the vials of blood in the center of the table.
The other man sitting at the head of the table lashes his hand out to swat the vampire's advance for the spoils of the game.
"Netlak Neek(Not so fast)" says the other man.
He lays his hand of cards on the table to reveal a Royal Flush. The fanged man just looks on in anger as the head man bangs on the table in exuberance. Reaching for the vials on the table he looks up.
"Motlay Prostoscus(Better luck next time)" says the winner.
The other man opens his mouth wider and begins to hiss like a snake "Toline Borlik Ipa(You fucking cheater!)"
The winner looks up and his eyes begin to glow. Soon his pupils and iris disappear leaving only blank white orbs that glow brighter with each passing second. He opens his mouth to reveal his own set fangs. The other players at the table recoil in astonishment and fear.
"Alphen Ramune(Pure Blood)" says one of them.
The Pure Blood lifts the table up as if it were as light as a feather. The table crashes against a far wall, nearly taking half the wall with it. He shatters a few vials in his hand with little effort.
"Telact Bushida(Foolish impurity)" says The Pure Blood, his eyes glowing like white fire.
He goes and grabs one of the other vampires and lifts him off the ground by the throat. The hapless bloodsucker merely hisses back and looks down at his attacker. The Pure Blood begins to tighten his grip and starts to crush the other vampire's throat.
Suddenly a hail of automatic fire tears through the front door and several of them strike the choking vampire, rendering him into flaming ash. The Pure Blood is knocked back from the force as he witnesses the other vampires succumb to the same fate., their bodies transforming into burning embers. The gunfire ceases and the Pure Blood looks up to the bullet riddled front door. The door is kicked in with violent force and knocked straight off it's hinges. Standing there is a tall dark complected man wearing a Japanese style black leather top. His hair is midnight black speckled with patches of brilliant white. The impressive looking man gins slightly his neatly trimmed mustache and goatee moving in place. His arm outstretched pointing an HK USP Pistol with it's red laser scope piercing the darkness. The man enters the small room and points his weapon directly at the Pure Blood, his brilliant aqua blue eyes briefly catching the moon light.
"Ain't modern technology a bitch" says the man with the gun.
The Pure Blood looks up his eyes returning to their normal appearance "Damien my boy, I'm so glad you're here."
"Aww, I missed you to Nicoli…will you be my Valentine?" says Damien.
"Damien you don't understand…the Vampire Nation, the council wants you back. They are willing to forgive your past misdeeds." says Nicoli.
"Gee really, well damn I don't know what to say…I think I'm gonna cry" says Damien sarcastically.
Nicoli slowly gets up outstretches his arms out "You can be one of us again. All you need due is renounce yourself and your alliance with the Day Walker."
"Well if you really mean it, I guess we could shake on it." says Damien.
Nicoli grabs Damien's hand to shake and is immediately engulfed in neon blue light. Nicoli's body is incinerated in seconds as it turns to ash. Damien's laughs and pats his hands together wiping away excess ash.
"Gotcha" says Damien.
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The dark figure watched the old building from across the street. Shrouded in shadow the man slowly lifts his head, a flowing hood obscuring his features. The sound of gunfire was coming loud and clear from the apartment on the upper levels. The man narrowed his eyes at the sight.
"Foolish creature" he mutters to himself.
As he stands in the darkened alleyway, two figures approach him from behind. The hooded man who was known as Saint could hear their footsteps skulking from behind. Saint made no movement and just stared blankly out into the night, showing no concern for the two that approached him from behind. In all his years of hunting vampires he could already tell what they were. His senses acute to the point of him almost smelling them whenever they were near.
The two lone figures emerged from the shadows behind Saint and stopped just short of his backside.
"Hey buddy you gotta light?" asks one of them.
Saint simply stood stoic, his back still facing them "Behold, he cometh with clouds; and every eye shall see him, and they also which pierced him: and all kindreds of the earth shall wail because of him. Even so, Amen. I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, saith the Lord."
"I asked you for a light pops, not a fucking bible lesson" said one of the men as he bared his fangs.
Saint drew a revolver from his holster and pointed the weapon behind him. He fired one round without hesitation at point blank range. The bullet struck one of the vampires in the head, kept on going and pierced the other in the chest. Both creatures ashed immediately upon being hit and tumbled to the ground. Nothing but two piles of hot embers talking their place.
Saint brought the weapon back around to his view and pulled the slide back on the gun and re holstered it. He had killed two vampires, without even turning around to face them. He continued his vigil on the apartment and waited for Damien's return.