was his specialty and his passion. And what was really cool was
that he got paid for it, although there probably weren't many
vampire hunters around. Most people didn't believe in such things.
Victor knew better. It was probably that close brush he had with
a "near-dead" state that motivated him. Too bad it had
to be the woman he loved that turned him into this life of violence
and blood lust. How was he supposed to know what she truly was?
After all, she couldn't help herself. He did have a delicious
looking neck; he was aware of this. "Who wouldn't want a
bite out of this?" he thought to himself.
was getting ready for another night out on the town. He arranged
his dark wavy hair in its normal fashion and donned his Italian
leather coat. His piercing blue eyes were always bait for the
females, along with his wonderfully playful smile. He could easily
have made a masterful vampire himself, but the whole "dead
thing" and drinking blood didn't really appeal to him, especially
the fact that he would have to "kill" to eat. Not really
his cup of tea. But off he went, into the night, wooden sticky
thing in hand, or under coat, which ever he preferred.
might expect Vampires in Los Angeles. After all, there
have been enough movies and television shows about it, but this
isn't L.A. Nope, not even close. This was the East Coast, the
city of "Brotherly Love", that's right, Philadelphia.
Enough of a population to support the vast and ever-growing vampire
breed; for now, that is. Victor wanted to take a "bite"
out of that minority.
off for a nightly stroll he went.
see who's hanging out at the regular spots," he thought out
loud. "I'm sure I can find a victim or two to add to my list."
night was fairly cool. He could see his breath as he walked. He
loved it, the crispness in the air, the chill that kept him awake
and alert. He especially loved catching one in action, the steam
rising from the victims neck as he plunged a wooden stake
through the back of a vamp's heart. Aaaahh, he reveled in the
fantasy of it all.
opened the door to the "Raven", a popular place amongst
the living and the dead. Nice place, actually. It had old world
charm to it, like a British pub of sorts. There was even a lovely
wooden crossbow that adorned the overhang of the entrance way;
almost as if the owner placed it there for odd sorts of emergencies.
Victor approached the bar. "The usual, Fred," he spouted.
The bartender grabbed a bottle of his best cognac and poured it
into a heavy crystal glass.
the best for you, Victor. After all, ridding the world of darkness
should earn you something." The bartender grinned. He was
a nice looking fellow, a bit older, maybe in his fifties, but
he had definitely been around. His long grey hair was pulled back
into a braid. He fit in well with the establishment.
going on?" Victor asked as he sipped his cognac. It was warm
and soothing going down his throat. He would first let it run
just over the tip of his lips before allowing it to flow freely
into his system. He wanted to savor every drop. "So sweet,"
know whos back in town," Fred said while looking up
from a bar glass. One eyebrow raised at a time with a glint in
paid no heed. "I can handle it," he replied emotionlessly.
you say, Victor. You're the chief."
gonna take a stroll. Call me if you need anything, Fred."
placed a few dollars on the bar and headed out the door. It didn't
take long for trouble to brew; the locals got used to his rounds,
and they enjoyed taunting him.
darling," a seductive voice called from behind him. "You
looking for trouble tonight?"
turned around to find a beautiful redhead leering in his direction.
Spike heels, leather skirt, and gorgeous brown eyes. Who could
I'm not going to jump to any conclusions, beautiful," he
replied. "I don't believe we have met, and I'm not sure we
should enter into any sort of commitment so soon."
woman drew closer to him, pressing herself softly against his
side. She smelled incredible. "You don't even know my name,
Victor," she said with a soft, alluring tone. "I have
heard much about you. You are a killer, no?"
eyebrow went up and his hand went under his coat. "So tell
me your name."
She circled him like a tiger.
Sandra, what's a pretty girl like you doing alone on a dark street?"
says I am alone?"
paused and noticed that coming out from in between the cracks
in the walls were several beefy looking fellows, sporting freshly
fellas, do we have to keep meeting like this? Then again, the
night is young, and I am hungry."
watched as Victor took them on, one by one hurtling them through
the air and catching them each with a stake as they pounced upon
his chest. One, two, three then four piles of dust lay in the
street. Victor stood, shook his coat, and turned to face Sandra.
She was standing in front of a vacant store, her back to the glass.
The only thing reflecting was the wooden stake held up high in
my dear," he turned his neck until it cracked, gleamed into
her eyes, "I am hungry, and you look delicious."
turned to her side, catching the view of the wooden stake reflecting
in the glass just out of the corner of her eye. Slowly her eyes
moved from the glass to Victor. Trembling fear enveloped her.
I love my job." The steam rose from her neck.