After the discovery of Victoria's Corpse, the next few days passed in a blur to Draco. He spent most of it in his study in quiet contemplation, as the last surviving Helsing, not only was it his family duty to destroy all creatures of shadow, but he now had a blood oath to avenge the humiliating death of his sister.
After nearly a week of studying and planning, Draco emerged from the study, he appeared tired and gaunt, but sounded decisive "I need my equipment, and some one run to the local church and bring the priest here" he ordered, and the servants rushed to obey, pleased that their master seemed himself again.
As he was strapping his knife sheaths to his calves, the priest arrived.
"Holy Father" Draco implored "I need you to provide me with a decanter of blessed water, there is a vampire in this town, it has already claimed the life of my sister and probably as many as six others."
At the mention of a vampire the priests features, already pale from a life of study, turned sheet-white. But he nodded his head and muttered "I shall fetch it within the hour"
The priest returned just over half an hour later, by then Draco was nearly finished equipping himself, he had on what appeared to be a leather jerkin, but it had plates of metal stitched inside the double-layered leather. On his legs he wore grieves, cleverly designed to conceal the calf knives from the view of others. His fore arms were covered with braces that started just above his wrists and ended just below his elbows, each of these contained a spring-loaded blade, crafted to be just longer than his outstretched palm, and so as they wouldn't accidentally go off and take half of one of his fingers off at the same time. At his hip, in its bejewelled scabbard, hung his sword, long and thin, but made by a Japanese sword artist using the folded metal technique, it was about two and a half feet in length, slightly curved and was sharper and stronger than almost any other sword, whilst still being light and easy to wield. On its hilt was a gold-covered engraving of the Helsing family crest. the whole outfit was completed with a gey cloak, covered in black, brown and green swirls, acting as camouflage.
Placing the large canteen of holy water in a loop of his belt, Draco thanked the priest and turned. He walked down the main stairs, turned right at the bottom, and left the building through the servants' entrance, his hood covered his face, and he seemed to blend into the very shadows of the night.
Now you will pay, monster.
*
He sat back, thinking. The woman's blood hated sated his thirst, but he knew from experience it wouldn't last long. It never did. Damn you Konstantin. He thought. How could you thrust me into this nightmarish existence? It was no good, he was already feeling thirsty. It lasted less time now as well, it had only been four days since he last fed, but she had been a wasted, pathetic excuse for a human. The man chained to the wall in the other room however, was young, and had kept most of his strength during his captivity. The man reeked of defiance and passion. The smell was strong, even through the shut door.
As he opened the door, the man looked up, and his eyes widened in fear. "Do what u want, monster, you shall hear no scream escape my lips," he said, holding his head up high.
The vampire chuckled, and then sprang forwards, too fast to see. His fist connected with the side of the mans' head, there was a cracking noise and it was apparent the mans' jaw was broken. Yet he stifled his scream. He turned his head back and looked the creature in the face, defiance blazing in his eyes.
The vampire turned, headed back towards the door and grabbed the handle. "Its alright, you don't need to scream, I will feed all the same…" he trailed off as he shut the door and blackness enveloped the room. "I only need your neck, Felix"