Ghost Bat-Spirit of Vengeance
Chapter 10 – Bloodlines
The storm over Gotham City was relentless—rain slashing down in torrents, lightning flashing like a thousand sharp blades across the darkened sky. The city, always brooding, seemed to pulse with its own violent energy. On this night, it felt like the storm was just the beginning.
Ghost Bat stood at the edge of a towering rooftop, his fiery skull glowing with an infernal light that cut through the rain like a beacon. His eyes—if they could be called that—blazed with hellfire, scanning the streets below. The city felt wrong tonight. The familiar hum of the streets, the distant wail of sirens, the crackle of unseen violence in the air—all of it felt... different.
Green Blade was late.
Not that Ghost Bat cared. He never did. But the green-clad vampire hunter's presence was becoming a necessary evil in their shared war against the creatures of the night. At first, Ghost Bat wanted to kill him, after all, Green Blade wasn't exactly human—but now, it was clear. The fight against the vampire coven wasn't something either of them could handle alone.
A low rumble of thunder vibrated through the ground beneath him, and Ghost Bat's heightened senses tingled with the familiar call of the hunt.
"ABOUT TIME." Ghost Bat muttered as the roar of a motorcycle engine split the air.
From the shadows below, Green Blade appeared, his black motorcycle screaming through the rain-soaked streets, the wheels glowing with a vivid green hue. The vehicle's sleek, deadly design was an extension of him—hard and unforgiving, like the man himself.
Green Blade slowed, his bike coming to a stop beside Ghost Bat. The man's black-and-green leather suit clung to his frame, his sunglasses hiding the intensity in his eyes. He swung off the bike with the same fluid motion as always, his voice a low rasp as he approached.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," Green Blade said with a faint, self-assured grin. "Had a little business to take care of."
"BUSINESS? OR A LATE-NIGHT SNACK?" Ghost Bat growled, his fiery skull tilting slightly in a way that suggested amusement—or perhaps it was just the usual disdain.
Green Blade shot him a sharp look, one that Ghost Bat couldn't read, but he could feel the underlying tension between them. Despite their uneasy alliance, they were both hunters, driven by a single purpose—destroy the vampire coven, one bloodsucker at a time. The only problem? They both thought they were the better hunter.
"BETTER HURRY UP DAYWALKER, I'M NOT WAITING ALL NIGHT TO KILL VAMPIRES." Ghost Bat growled as he swung his leg over his fiery motorcycle, which roared to life with a violent growl. The entire machine seemed alive, flames licking at the edges of the tires, its exhaust roaring like a dragon's breath.
"There are worse things out tonight than vampires" Green Blade declared.
"I KNOW…..ME." Ghost Bat replied.
"You were supposed to say "what?" Green Blade chimed in.
Green Blade revved up his own motorcycle, a sleek black machine with glowing green wheels that seemed to shimmer in the night's darkness. It was a beauty in its own right—quick and silent, as dangerous as its rider. But there was no mistaking the rivalry between the two machines.
Green Blade revved his bike, his eyes flicking to Ghost Bat. "You think your bike is faster than mine, Bat?" he said, the challenge hanging in the air.
Ghost Bat's fiery skull glowed brighter as he turned to face Green Blade, a snarl forming on his demon features. "YOU REALLY WANT TO FIND OUT?"
Before Green Blade could reply, Ghost Bat gunned his engine, shooting off into the rain-soaked night with a trail of fire behind him.
"Some motherfuckers are always trying to ice-skate uphill!" Green Blade said as he followed, his own motorcycle tearing through the streets, its green wheels leaving a phosphorescent trail behind him. They weaved through Gotham's alleys and narrow streets at breakneck speeds, each of them trying to push the other to go faster, their bikes screaming through the city. The chase was exhilarating, but they both knew it wasn't about who could ride faster—it was about who could get to the vampires first.
Gotham's underworld had a new nest tonight—an old, abandoned nightclub on the edge of the city's red-light district. The place had been a haven for the undead, but no more. Ghost Bat and Green Blade had tracked the bloodsuckers to this very location. They knew it was only a matter of time before they'd face the full force of the vampire coven.
As they pulled up to the crumbling building, the two riders dismounted, their motorcycles rumbling to a stop. Ghost Bat's fiery skull flickered in the darkness, casting an ominous light across the entrance. Green Blade glanced at him, a grim smirk playing on his lips.
"I'M GOING IN FIRST!" Ghost Bat said, his voice a low growl. His chains—magical, fiery, and spiked—appeared in his hands with a snap of his fingers, the chains crackling with infernal energy.
Green Blade's eyes narrowed, but he didn't argue. "Fine. Ladies first," he said, causing Ghost Bat to give him an evil glare.
They entered the nightclub together, the door swinging open with a loud creak. The interior was dark and oppressive, lit only by the flickering, dying neon lights that buzzed above. The music, an erratic techno beat, filled the air, but it did nothing to mask the heavy scent of blood and decay.
Suddenly, the vampire horde revealed itself. Shadows shifted in the corners, and eyes—glowing red—stared back at them from the darkness. With a single, guttural roar, the vampires rushed forward.
Ghost Bat's chains lashed out first, snapping through the air with terrifying speed. The spiked ends of his chains collided with the vampires, tearing through their undead flesh, the flames from the chains engulfing their bodies. The vampire shrieked as they were pulled into the inferno, their ashes scattering into the air.
Green Blade was right behind him, his sword flashing with deadly intent. The green blade cleaved through the air, slicing through vampire after vampire with unnerving precision. His arrows—special green-tipped projectiles imbued with magic—shot from his quiver with blinding speed, each one finding its mark and bursting through the hearts of the bloodsuckers with a sickening squelch.
"NICE SHOT Ghost Bat muttered as a vampire lunged at him from the shadows, its claws swiping through the air. Ghost Bat didn't even flinch. He swung his chains, wrapping them around the creature's throat, and yanked it into his fiery embrace. The vampire exploded into a burst of ash, disappearing into the night.
Green Blade shot him a glance, his expression unreadable. "I've got this," he said, his voice harsh. His next arrow shot forward, bursting through a vampire's skull before it could make a move. "You can take the big ones."
Ghost Bat didn't respond. The sound of his chains slicing through the air was all that was needed. More vampires rushed forward, but they were no match for the fury of the two hunters. Ghost Bat and Green Blade tore through them like a storm of death—chains snapping, swords flashing, arrows flying.
Despite the carnage, it wasn't enough. More vampires kept emerging from the shadows, their numbers seemingly endless. The two hunters fought back-to-back, but they were growing tired, and the horde showed no signs of stopping. Ghost Bat felt the familiar burn of rage rising within him—the bloodlust of the demon that had once consumed him.
"These assholes are coming out of the woodwork," Green Blade muttered. He shot an arrow into a vampire's chest, but it was already regenerating, rising back to its feet.
Just then, a loud crash reverberated from the back of the club, and a figure stepped forward from the shadows. Unlike the others, this one wasn't like the mindless pack of bloodsuckers. It was a vampire of distinction—tall, lean, and dressed in a fine black suit. His eyes, a cold shade of violet, fixed on Ghost Bat and Green Blade with a knowing look.
"I can smell you, hunter," the vampire said in a smooth, chilling voice. "You're looking for something. Something big."
Ghost Bat snarled. "WHERE IS HE?"
"Where is who?" the vampire said, his lips curling into a smile.
"SHOW YOURSELF VAMPIRE SCUM!" Ghost Bat growled.
The vampire smirked, his hands raised in mock surrender as he revealed himself. "I don't know who you're talking about. But I can tell you this—you'll never find him."
Green Blade stepped forward, his voice cold. "Who's the leader? We know it's someone important. Tell us, and I won't kill you."
The vampire hesitated for a moment. "You... you really think I'm going to give him up?"
Green Blade's eyes burned with intensity. "Do you want to die tonight?" Green blade put the tip of his glowing green sword against the throat of the vampire.
The vampire gulped, his resolve crumbling under the weight of Green Blade's stare and the sharp point poking into his throat. "It's Deacon Frost. He's been hiding under the city for months, building his army."
Green Blade's eyes widened with recognition, but then he grinned. "Thanks for the info. Now you're dead."
With a fluid motion, Green Blade sliced off the vampire's head. The creature turned to dust as its ashes scattered into the night.
"WELL, WE HAVE A NAME," Ghost Bat said with a dark chuckle, "TIME TO FIND DEACON FROST!"
Green Blade nodded, his voice low with grim determination. "Let's end this."
As they moved toward the exit, the storm outside intensified, as though the city itself was preparing for the final battle.
To be continued…..