Author's Note:
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-White D.
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It was a cool night in late September, the night as cool as the refrigerator in the hot summer heat. Tall, dark brown trees bent down or leaned backwards for the sky, their thin branches filled with brushed of dark green leaves the color of a dark emerald. Everything was still and frozen except for the crickets that chirped their songs into the night, everything sleeping the night away to daytime.
The sky was a dark blue, the moon in its full shape, its regular cheesy color showering the dark forest in a shower of dim light, the deer trail a dim bright brown. The stars sparkled their glowing white eyes down to the earth, winking away into the night.
But, there was one simple thing out of place in the forest…something…that doesn't belong there…or someone.
There was a large clearing somewhere in the forest, a good five miles away from the Frothy Mountains, which was toppled and layered with solid coffee blocks and coffee beans. The clearing only had a large tree stump that smelled fresh of maple syrup out to the far right, away from a certain human. The moon shone its light on the clearing, dimly, but bright enough to have the human see without a light…
For a while.
A certain human was there, wearing a black jacket under a blue shirt, black jeans and a pair of black converses. His hair was a golden blonde, stopping at his shoulders, wavy and slightly curly. He was tall as Abraham Lincoln (not from Mars), but was only a foot and two inches short. He had a Demon Blood Sword that was made out of demon blood in his left hand, his knuckles pure white as a ghost from holding it tightly in his hand as if he was going to drop it anytime soon.
His skin was peachy, his eyes blue as the oceans of the seas, but his breath was ragged and labored, a long cut across his cheek in a thin red line.
He closed his eyes, and lifted his head to the moon, taking a deep breath while doing so, stirring the crickets from their song.
But that moment was a mistake.
A branch snapped somewhere off to his right, making him suddenly freeze, the crickets suddenly stopping their chirping sounds.
He slowly raised the long red sword up to eye level, and carefully and slowly turned to his right.
Everything was eerily silent, only the sound of the human's soft breathing and his rhythm of his heart softly beating against his chest heard in the cool night.
Since nothing had happened in the moment, he lowered down his sword, but then something out of the ordinary happened.
A vampire with the skin color of white chalk and black marbles as eyes jumped out of the silent, still wilderness, its long fangs protruded with a layer of spit that glistened like bright lights in the dim moonlight, claws sharp as razors that threatened to lash out at the human.
The human gasped and backed away, only for the vampire to land on the ground gracefully in a position where its back was arched.
The human couldn't help but let curiosity take him over, which made him look over the vampire.
The vampire was no more than possibly 19 years old, his hair the color of maple and wore only a black tuxedo that looked like it came out of the grave, ripped up in certain areas, some areas dark, some areas ripped and some areas covered in dirt.
He looked up at the human and bared his fangs, lowly growling in his throat.
The human only stepped back, raising his sword once again, making the vampire softly hiss and back away a few feet.
The vampire licked its fangs with a long, thick serpent like tongue, the fangs becoming more slimey with spit. Soon, the vampire reverted its tongue back into his mouth, standing up straight afterwards.
He took his hands and wiped the dirt and dust off of his sleeves, and smiled.
"Hello, vampire hunter. I am Gabrielle." he bowed down in front of him and straightened again.
He sounded like Dracula from Van Helsing, but in a softer voice that sounded like an angel singing.
The human nodded.
"Tonight, you shall die from what your ancestry of hunters have done to us." once he said that, he hissed loudly and bounced at Finn, his teeth like sabers and saber-tooth tiger inner teeth long. He tackled the human to the ground, who was rooted into the spot, and swatted his Demon Blood Sword out of his hand, Gabrielle laughing at him.
"Now, you die!" He screeched, his veins popping out onto the chalk-white skin, a dimly blue, almost white if you added three shades of white to it. He grabbed the human's head and turned it to the side, lowering his mouth to his neck to only hear his pulse beating wildly like a horse on the run.
The human reached out his hand for his sword, but the vampire only kicked it away farther into a underbush beside a tree. The human only dropped his hand in defeat.
He was dead.
Gabrielle swiped his slippery tongue over the human's pulse, his breath warm at the wet spot.
"Tasty..." he rasped, and backed away with a smile.
The human only looked up, his eyes of sapphires filled with worry, pain, and a glint of freedom before it faded away.
The vampire gave him a confused look as the human reached for his pocket.
What-
Before the vampire did anything, the human took a silver knife out of his pocket and stabbed it in the vampire's heart, making Gabrielle screech as loud as a banshee in the forest. The human pushed him off as black blood spurted onto his peachy face, and got up and looked for his sword blindlessly, and finally found it and picked it up, taking his sleeve and wiping the blood from his face.
It was cold as any other vampire blood, black as night, and sticky like tar, but thin like water.
He just don't know why it was like that with vampires like Gabrielle.
"Let's end this." the human breathed, and yelled, running up to the vampire and grabbed his knife from his heart, slicing this way and that, black blood splattering onto the bright green grass, like fireworks in the dim moonlight, until the vampire dropped to the ground, almost like layered ham.
Gabrielle's breathing was shallow, his eyes narrowed into slits, only to have a tall shadow block the moonlight from his face.
The human walked up to him and raised his sword.
"Goodnight, Gabrielle." he said, and dropped his sword onto his neck, making a tight wedge onto the ground, a soft thunk heard in the quiet, bloody night. The head rocked back and forth for a moment or two, but soon stopped, black blood spurting from his veins.
His eyes turned from black to a bright brown human color, and soon turned back to black again, the light fading away from the black irises, a thin trail of black blood leaking from the corner of his mouth.
"That's 234 down." he said, and went to fish in his pocket to take out an old brown leather bag, coated in a dark substance, reeky as three months' old poop. He bent down and grabbed the head by his hair, and dropped it in the bag, closing it tight afterwards.
He then looked down at the body, and decided to leave the body as it was.
What was the point of you moving it with you when you can leave it here and let it rot in the sun in the next few hours?
He shrugged and pocketed his knife and swung his sword over his shoulder, walking off into the deer trail and heading south to bury his head in the bodyless graveyard he made.
And then go home once and for all, for the night.
To go home and take a shower and go to bed, hoping that another vampire doesn't come after him during the night when his defenses are lowered down for a moment or two.
A vampire that would destroy the last human of his family of vampire hunters, Finn Mertens.