Hehe, I've been waiting for this chappie. It's guaranteed to be an atleast slightly violent chapter, just to let you know. But I hope you'll enjoy it.

Runescape Chronicles

Vampire Slayer

Joe walked down the paved streets of Draynor Square, he walked over to a shop and put a flier on the wall and pinned it in. He sughed, he'd been doing this all morning, and that was the last one. He started to turn until someone tapped him on the shoulder. "Umm.. Sir, I couldn't help but read your signs. There might be something to do for me. Joe brightened, "Okay." "Let's talk it over in my home over there."

Joe sat down across a wooden table from the man, who was sipping coffee silently while he secretly thought. "He took the cup down and lay it on the table. "My name is Morgan." The man said. "Joe here, nice to meet you." The two shook hands and continued. "So what's the problem around here?"

"There is a vampire in Draynor Manor north of here, he is called Count Draynor, and he comes to terrorize us in the night. He steals away women and they're never seen again. People say they're turned into his undead army. And countless have tried, some never come back, some come out, screaming for their lives, and they can never speak anything but gibberish." Joe held up his hand to stop him for a moment. "What kind of gibberish?" 'Something about ghosts, skeletons, and demons. It's not actually gibberish, just a bunch of stuttered and muddled words it seems like they slur together." Joe put his hand to his chin. "Sounds like fun, when do I start?"

"Umm.. Now, and there is some garlic I've been keeping in my room to keep him away in the cupboard up there, but don't take all of it, I still need some to ward him off. Good luck. And you should go find DR. Harlow at the Jolly Boar Inn, I'm sure he can help you!"

Joe stepped over a skull and shivered, the Jolly Boar Inn was a rusty old place, with rickety boards, and there were always cruel and drunken laughs echoing from outside. And outside of it there lay a mess of debris of all sorts, Joe stumbled over a Adamantite Sword there once. Which he had put in the bank to save it for when he could use it. And to make it worse, the place was right on the edge of the Wilderness, and even from here, you could hear the faint roars of dragons that were told to reside within it.

Joe creaked open the door and went in, his black armor clanking quietly. There were two men in a bar fight, obviously drunk, and were throwing lazy punches at one another. But the other men were laughing and enjoying every minute of it. But he eventually found someone who looked like Dr. Harlow description 'purple shirt, probably stained with beer, and black pants, and he might be wearing a white coat, I dunno.'

He wasn't wearing a white coat, but that had to be him. "Dr. Harlow, sir?" Joe tapped him on the shoulder. "He turned around suddenly, and jerked around enthusiastically. This man was obviously beyond drunk, and his breathe was atrocious. Joe had to keep himself from hurling. "Yeah, what 'e it, boyo?" Joe blinked and answered "I kinda need info on how to kill a vampire." "Bring me another beer, Karly! And Benny," he looked at Joe with feasting eyes. "I wanna eat your arm." And he laughed drunkenly and pointed to a the bartender. "Me need beer, Billy is hungry!" Joe looked at him for a moment, and turned to the bartender. "Two beers please, he put some silver on the counter. He nodded and poured the two beers. He took them and nodded, then he plopped them down infront of Harlow. "There?"

But his mouth dropped when Harlow got up on the table and poured the beer on his head, dancing like an insane monkey. The people turned their attention from the pointless barfight to the Doctor, and clapped along with his dance. Joe knocked over the salt on purpose and Harlow tripped on it. And Joe caught him by the scruff of his neck. "You gonna tell me or not, old man?" he glared at him impatiently.

He smiled stupidly and said. "Steak!" and he leered his head forward and snapped a already half-eaten steak from his plate. But at the same time he tossed a wooden stake at Joe, who let him fall to the floor. He caught it skillfully, and he smirked. The Doctor winked at him. He shrugged and put the stake in his pack.

Well, this was it. Joe stood at the gates of Draynor Manor, black clouds were wirling ominously in a spiral above it, and nightfall was approaching. He took the stake in one hand, and flipped out his mythril long in the other hand. "Lock and load." He swung the sword in his hand and walked on, the gate opened for him. He took step by step across the battered stone path leading up to the Manor. He reached to knock on the door, but it too, creaked open for him, a couple of rats scuttled at his feet. He walked in, the place was coated in dust, and there were no lights, but yet the place was eerily lit.

And spiders lurked on their webs in just about every corner. Plus again, there were the rats scuttling around occasionally on the floor, and he could have sworn some of the pictures watched him. He put his blade over his shoulder and found the stairs to the basement. He walked down them, swallowing. Illusions of his worst fears began to swirl around him, taunting him, and torturing him with his fears.

Joe wanted to turn around and run away from this place forever. But his mind kept him going, and soon enough the visions vanished, and a ghost took their place. And this wasn't fake, it was a greyish color, and transparent. He slashed at it, cutting it through, it screeched and he jabbed it. It put its hand over his mouth, attempting to suck out his soul. He leered backward and slashed at it with his stake. Then he kicked it and held it pinned with the stake. Of which he peeled a splinter of it off and stuck it through the Ghost, trapping it hard against the wall. "The Player Killer isn't so easily defeated." He swung his sword back over his shoulder and continued.

He stepped on velvet carpet, and their were beautiful tapestries on the wall, and a heat boiler in the corner. Plus a chandelier on the ceiling to top it all off, and this room was really lit, with torches on each wall. And there were bones piled up in the corners, though it almost looked like the bones had been polished. He shivered, and the room still had an eerie cold to it. And then his eyes fell on it.

There was a mahogany coffin raised on a small obsidian platform. And it was trimmed with gold, and he stared at it, its menacing aura sending fearful images through his mind. He needed to fight it. He succeeded, the aura of menace receded and swarmed around the coffin. And for some strange reason, Joe knew that sundown was almost here, in a matter of minutes. He thought it might be the sudden heat of temperature in the room, or the ominous breathe from in the coffin that told him. But he knew. He creeped toward the coffin, the aura struck him again.

He resisted and successfully ignored it, the images in his mind distorted and it gave up, and disappeared altogether. And he reached for the coffin, and slowly slid off the cover, it grated silently. And he raised the stake, put the hand that was on the coffin was grabbed by a pale hand from inside the coffin. And Joe's heart leapt into his throat. "I will feast tonight.." Count Draynor hissed. Joe shook him off, and the coffin cover floated into the air, and threw itself at him. Joe leered to the side as it hit the wall and tore through the center of a tapestry.

Joe pointed his blade towards the rising Count. His red cape flowing behind him. His eyes glowed red, and his fangs glistened with saliva in the torchlight. Joe charged Count Draynor and stabbed his sword directly through it. It screeched loudly and looked only irritated, blood dripped down the Count's chest. And his skin devoured the sword, entrapping it within him. He hissed and clawed at Joe, who dodged it skillfully.

"Why can't I hurt him?" Then he remembered, he must have to use the stake and garlic. He dodged another set of swiped and ran across the room and pulled the Garlic out of his pack. Hen he waved it infront of him, the vampire caught the scent and hissed at him, gnashing his sharp fangs.

Then the Vampire waved his hands through the air and said a few words in the language of magic in his raspy voice. Red energy danced across the piles of bones in each corner, and they shook around and swirled through the air, connecting themselves together. Until an entire garrison of 12 undead skeletons stood around him. Now he could use his sword. He unsheathed it and slashed at the first to skeletons, cutting their skulls off and they became a heap of bones on the floor. Joe knew that a skeletons weak point was their skull, which is where the spell affected, because they had to be able to think and be commanded. And they had to know some minor things, such as how to battle and such.

Joe flipped in the air and smashed to skeletons' heads together, shattering their skulls, and causing them to fall apart. He backflipped and tripped the last undead but it jumped up and kicked him in the face, sending him to the floor. He thought quick, if not, ther'd be another member to the Dead Head Squad. He got an idea, and he rolled to the side dodging the first blow. Then he pulled out a few runes, a couple Earth, some Air, and a Chaos Rune. He concentrated and said a few words in the language of magic himself. Then he said aloud. "Crumble Undead!" a flurry of red light burst from his outstretched arm, swirling around the skeleton and scorching his bones, and he soon enough crumbles and the blast dissipates. Joe slowly gets up, panting heavily. He wasn't a super good mage, and he didn't try to make a profession out of it. But he had learned that spell last week, and it looks like it was good he did. He hadn't found an emergency to use it until now, and now it left him drained.

The Count surged forward and grabbed him mentally and lifted him into the air, and put his hand infront of his face. Joe felt his body stiffen and cool down, and he watched as a grey mist seemed to waft into the vampire's hand. And he noticed that the vampire's muscles began to tense and enlarge. And he realized something, this was how he got his victims, he took the adventurers who came here, and the women and sucked out their soul. And then, he would reuse their soul to turn them into undead, and all at the same time strengthen, and keep his immortality going.

But Joe would not let this happen to him, he had survived worse than this in the Wilderness, on Red Dragon Isle, he could survive this, couldn't he? Then he got an insane idea, that seemed so obvious. He coughed first, feeling his life force being drained away. And he kicked Count Draynor nice in the groin, and sent him reeling backwards and into the boiler, he saw the steam hit his back, and his immortal flesh leak down it. The Count screamed and wheeled forward, he screamed and ran randomly, revealing his burnt flesh on his back. His clothes caught fire, and his eyes ceased glowing. He fell to the floor, half-way in flames. Joe knelt beside him, and within the flames and burning flesh he stabbed the stake deep into the vampire's chest and it screeched. He cracked through ribs, and pierced the heart, which immeadietely turned to ashes, along with the rest of the body. And there was a cough of smoke that floated up, and it was in the shape of a skull. And Joe fell backwards unconscious.

Joe opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling, then at the smoldering ashes a few feet away from him. "Ugh, I should probably get out of here.." he staggered up and held support against the wall for a moment. Then he slowly walked up the velvet carpeted stairs.

Joe stuttered out of the Manor, the doors were still wide open. And broad daylight filtered from between the amassed clouds. He stumbled into town, clutching his shoulder. And as he walked into town, people glanced at him curiously. For he was now covered in scratches, dust, and bruises. They began to clamber out of their houses, and slowly one by one, they started clapping. And the whole last night came back to him, the Quest, the Manor, the Count. And he couldn't help but smile politely. Morgan stepped above the crowd and ran towards him.Then he put his arm around him. 'Do I have one heck of an award for you, man.."

Well, guess what, ming yang, you can count yourself right about the next quest now!