Lester Drynedi ❀ C Rank ❀ Black Rose
To hunt a vampire pt.1
Exclusive and elusive, the agent who had requested the job had turned no heads when he mentioned the name. It had taken waiting in a library after hours to hear mutterings of them, the legacy and similar nicknames were used to refer to the League of Monster Hunters. Their small numbers formed of only those who were truly masters at the job and trusted well enough to hold whatever secrets they may have come across close to the heart. It had taken enough work to gather together the scraps which had, yet perhaps the terms exclusive and elusive where hiding a more satisfactory explanation, the league of the elderly, crippled what once held great prestige amongst hunters the guild now could feel the tendrils of decay in the cracks of their heart as if it were ivy, forcing their League apart. Perhaps these elderly folks overreacted to this new breed, and although there was fresh blood within their ranks from the rumors and citations noted most of the members were either past the age of retirement, far too aged to be considered a possibility. Those whom weren't keeling over in their rocking chairs had barely stopped moving from the rocking of their cradle that they had slept in during recent years.
The house looked forgotten, derelict old buildings scattered the area with half standing fences that couldn't keep a dog in. With a basket over one arm, he dared not to lean against anything for fear the entire structure would collapse. Did this league even have the reward that had been promised. Hand raking back his soft hair slowly broke free, falling back over his face which was painted with the expression of a relaxed smile. Close by with his knees folded under him a second youth sat waiting, a guide of sorts it had already been clarified that such a young man was only there to guide the two hired fighters. He wasn’t much of anything, simple brown hair in a mop like cut that simply hung in vague clumps around his face, without purpose or reason a lost soul devoid of hope and motivation. A member of an exclusive monster hunting club and the clothing he donned was nothing more than jeans and a tank top in faded red. No of course he wasn’t much better yet at least he didn’t wear a tank top as his outer layer! Gosh no, that morning Lester had found himself a clean singlet, red cotton shirt over that it had long sleeves for a nice winter protection. The key to winter life was layers, lots of thin things one could remove with ease. Discard too if necessary. Cream fabric formed a nice cardigan with the hood settled awkwardly over the ever present scarf.
The idea excited him, although of course it wouldn’t hold a candle to the discoveries he made whilst investigating that plague he could feel something here, a new breed of vampires. It had been mentioned in the job description that these were completely new beasts, strength and power flooded their veins, intelligence had been heightened and they could stand higher in the chain of consuming each other. Vampires, live animals weren't exactly his forte however still, the intrigue of a new discovery to poke and prod at. Perhaps the muscles had developed different of course everything in a mammal was by far quite different to that of a plant however the nervous system would be interesting as well, had their processing speed increased as well. Although with all that muscle increase the bone structure may have changed, oh gosh and the inner organs of a vampire which allowed them to process the blood of another and convert it into nutrition for their body. That was an entirely new system of organs that humans lacked, for what reasons had such a small population split off hundreds of years ago and evolved into these creatures which used the blood of another to fuel their lives. Yet there was the chance that vampires had come first and humans as we knew them had evolved from those vampires.
A slight chuckle at the thought of what could happen escaped him, oh indeed this would be interesting, and of course they had assigned two of them to the mission. A partner, whom he did not know and could meet, oh the day had turned out to be quite intriguing and it was only the morning! A protective hand covered the basket at his arm, as if to confirm that the contents remained. A slim pack of his lay on the floor, with the meager basics in there and his staff claimed to the side the florist had decided to leave his armour and sword remaining at home. Today he would need speed, and would travel merely with his knives and an oversized stick.
Now only if his partner would arrive then they could enter the base and get further details.
Exclusive and elusive, the agent who had requested the job had turned no heads when he mentioned the name. It had taken waiting in a library after hours to hear mutterings of them, the legacy and similar nicknames were used to refer to the League of Monster Hunters. Their small numbers formed of only those who were truly masters at the job and trusted well enough to hold whatever secrets they may have come across close to the heart. It had taken enough work to gather together the scraps which had, yet perhaps the terms exclusive and elusive where hiding a more satisfactory explanation, the league of the elderly, crippled what once held great prestige amongst hunters the guild now could feel the tendrils of decay in the cracks of their heart as if it were ivy, forcing their League apart. Perhaps these elderly folks overreacted to this new breed, and although there was fresh blood within their ranks from the rumors and citations noted most of the members were either past the age of retirement, far too aged to be considered a possibility. Those whom weren't keeling over in their rocking chairs had barely stopped moving from the rocking of their cradle that they had slept in during recent years.
The house looked forgotten, derelict old buildings scattered the area with half standing fences that couldn't keep a dog in. With a basket over one arm, he dared not to lean against anything for fear the entire structure would collapse. Did this league even have the reward that had been promised. Hand raking back his soft hair slowly broke free, falling back over his face which was painted with the expression of a relaxed smile. Close by with his knees folded under him a second youth sat waiting, a guide of sorts it had already been clarified that such a young man was only there to guide the two hired fighters. He wasn’t much of anything, simple brown hair in a mop like cut that simply hung in vague clumps around his face, without purpose or reason a lost soul devoid of hope and motivation. A member of an exclusive monster hunting club and the clothing he donned was nothing more than jeans and a tank top in faded red. No of course he wasn’t much better yet at least he didn’t wear a tank top as his outer layer! Gosh no, that morning Lester had found himself a clean singlet, red cotton shirt over that it had long sleeves for a nice winter protection. The key to winter life was layers, lots of thin things one could remove with ease. Discard too if necessary. Cream fabric formed a nice cardigan with the hood settled awkwardly over the ever present scarf.
The idea excited him, although of course it wouldn’t hold a candle to the discoveries he made whilst investigating that plague he could feel something here, a new breed of vampires. It had been mentioned in the job description that these were completely new beasts, strength and power flooded their veins, intelligence had been heightened and they could stand higher in the chain of consuming each other. Vampires, live animals weren't exactly his forte however still, the intrigue of a new discovery to poke and prod at. Perhaps the muscles had developed different of course everything in a mammal was by far quite different to that of a plant however the nervous system would be interesting as well, had their processing speed increased as well. Although with all that muscle increase the bone structure may have changed, oh gosh and the inner organs of a vampire which allowed them to process the blood of another and convert it into nutrition for their body. That was an entirely new system of organs that humans lacked, for what reasons had such a small population split off hundreds of years ago and evolved into these creatures which used the blood of another to fuel their lives. Yet there was the chance that vampires had come first and humans as we knew them had evolved from those vampires.
A slight chuckle at the thought of what could happen escaped him, oh indeed this would be interesting, and of course they had assigned two of them to the mission. A partner, whom he did not know and could meet, oh the day had turned out to be quite intriguing and it was only the morning! A protective hand covered the basket at his arm, as if to confirm that the contents remained. A slim pack of his lay on the floor, with the meager basics in there and his staff claimed to the side the florist had decided to leave his armour and sword remaining at home. Today he would need speed, and would travel merely with his knives and an oversized stick.
Now only if his partner would arrive then they could enter the base and get further details.
Word Count: 827/4000
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Template (c) Izayuki
Notes:
❀ private message me for plots ❀
Template (c) Izayuki
