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Hunting the Hunter (Drac & FK)

Draconis

Draconis

Super-Earth
Joined
Sep 12, 2010
Michael stood atop the roof of the three story building looking down at the entrance to the club across the street. He had tracked the creature for months and had learned its methods and habits. This was its preferred hunting ground and tonight he would catch her.

As he waited and he brushed his hand through his short dark hair, he was frustrated. This creature had already claimed far too many souls since it had moved its lair here. It had already overcome the last two hunters sent after it as well. It knew more were coming, it would be expecting him, but he had more than a few surprises up his sleeve.
 
Vesta Smiled, pulling a cloak around herself. Her long, dark hair fell about her shoulders, melding into the black of her cloak. Her eyes were a glowing gold, her skin as pale as marble. She had beauty as no mortal woman could have it, and yet she was as cold as an arctic breeze.

She could still taste blood on her lips as her fangs retracted, her head lifting as she exited the cub. She smiled into the moonless night. There was a storm coming,s he could smell it in the air, the rain, the lightening. She could almost taste it. Good blood tasted like a storm.

She did not look back at the club, she had had her fill of drunkards and drug addicts. Now she was looking for clean blood, innocent blood. Perhaps, she thought, she would find a family to raid, with sweet young children, untainted children.

She brushed some of her hair over her shoulder and lifted the hood of her cloak. That is what she enjoyed about this era. As time had progressed so much seemed to degress. Wars and revolutions, technology's rise and decline and rise yet again, so much had changed, and yet so much stayed the same.
 
Michael instantly spotted the woman as she left the club and knew that she was the one he sought. She moved with supernatural grace, and even from this distance her unearthly beauty was evident. Vaulting over the side of the roof he latched his grappling hook onto the ledge and quickly repelled down to the street. The woman was nearing the end of the block and if he didn't move quickly he would lose her. He rushed after her sticking to the shadows using every bit of his training to avoid her detection as he slowly closed on her.

As he grew close to her his hand reached down towards his hip and drew the small hand crossbow he carried there, silently he slid the silver tipped arrow into it and prepared to take aim.
 
The woman did not sense the hunter at first, her attention on the fresh blood in her system, on the hunger that was never sated. She was deciding on her next victim, her head tilted slightly in thought. SHe did not pay attention to where she was walking, it did not matter to her that much.

As she neared the end of the block, though, she tensed. She was not sure what it was that had alerted her- often she didn't- but suddenly she was on edge. She looked into the darkness around her, searching for what she had sensed. Looking up, she found only darkness. SHe continued to walk, but now, rather than enjoying her walk, she watched, and listened, and smelled.

There had been a number of hunters after her lately, but each of them had fallen, and had fed her well. Hunters, she found, had the most exquisite blood. Something about their anger and the strength and prowess needed to kill a vampire. Sometimes she entertained the thought that perhaps they themselves used vampire blood to strengthen themselves. Certainly the last two had tasted somewhat . . . tainted.

That was the funny thing about vampire blood, it worked well for a while, but after a time it began to make the body decay, like a poison itself. It seemed it just could not touch life without destroying. Thinking about it, she found that quite amusing.
 
Michael raised the crossbow and took aim, the creature's movements had changed, he figured she had sensed him in some way and knew he had to act fast. He stopped just long enough to steady himself and satisifed that his aim was good he loosed the silver tipped bolt. He knew that it wouldnt kill her but that wasn't its intent. The bolt was designed to disable her long enough for him to move in for the true kill.
 
Vesta heard the bolt let fly and swing, turning to face the Hunter, now that she knew where he was. She hissed in fury, realizing that she would be too slow to evade it. Instead she lifted her arm, only hardly blocking her chest. The bolt went through her forearm and she screamed. The silver burned with fury, and her golden eyes sparked red as her head went back, her fangs protracting once more as she fell to her knees in agony, grabbing at her arm.

She grabbed at the bolt, trying to rip it from her arm, but as the silver moved in her flesh, deep enough to have embedded in her bone, a wave of weakness rushed through her, and her vision blurred.

She realized suddenly that time must have been moving faster than she had been tracking, and as she looked up, the Hunter was before her.
 
When he saw the bolt catch her arm he knew he had her, he moved quickly reaching to his back and pulling the silver lined sword from its sheath he dashed forward towards the creature as she attempted to pull the bolt from her arm. In an instant his sword was at her neck.

"You've killed many of my brothers and many innocents foul creature, any last words before I send you to eternal damnation?"

His eyes met her with a cold fury as he prepared to deliver the deathblow that would end her miserable existence.
 
She gasped as she felt the silver blade touch her throat, lifting her head and hissing in pain. She bared her fangs at him, glaring up at him with her gold and red eyes.

"You had better kill me quickly, or it will be your blood in my veins at sunrise." Her words were as cold as her flesh, and filled with acid. Her blood seeped from her arm, dripping on the ground as she stared up at him. She did not beg, she did no barter. She was furious that she had been caught off guard, after so many centuries hunting this world, and she waited for teh moment the over confident hunter would let down his own guard so that she may strike.

Even with a silver bolt in her arm, her bite was deadly, and he had already made one mistake by not killing her right out.
 
"A quick death is too good for you devil spawn" he hissed at her in response to her defiance "The souls of my brothers and the innocents you have fed upon demand better"

As he spoke he pulled a length of silver wire from his belt and keeping the blade at her throat moved behind her, where he pulled her arms behind her and wraped the cord around her wrists.

"I'm going to string you up and let you fry come sunrise devilspawned whore"
 
She hissed and gave a scream of fury at the sight of the silver wire. It was an unnatural sound that threatened to shatter the inner ear. His blade continued to burn her, and the bolt in her arm continued to weaken her and drain her blood. As the silver made contact with her flesh she screamed again, the more silver that touched her, the weaker she became. Still, as he pulled away form her, she watched him warily, looking for any moment to strike.

"I'll taste your blood before I die, Hunter, I'll drain you, and die on top of you. Your flesh will burn with mine."

her words were a venomous hiss. The way her arm was twisted now made the bolt hurt worse, it dug deeper into her bone.

"The blood of your brothers was strong but tainted, perhaps yours will be pure and wonderful. You are too good, of course, to drink the blood of your prey." There was sarcasm in her tone, the words were a bate.
 
"I need not your tainted blood!" Michael cried out though deep down he had often wondered what he could accomplish with the power drinking such blood granted. He knew that some hunters did indeed drink vampire blood to gain strength, but he had never needed to do so. Yet somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered, as strong as he was now how strong would drinking the blood of his prey make him.

"You will burn and your ashes will scatter into the wind, and I will continue on and do the same to the rest of your hellspawned kind"
 
"You will never rid the word of us all, you foolish human. Your lifespan isn't long enough, not even were you to grow old and die happily. For every one of us you kill, two more is born. You're only a mortal man, your time will run out, just as your brother's did."

She sneered up at him. She was growing more and more frustrated. The longer she remained like this, the weaker she became. This was an agony. She would not accept a death as painful as meeting the sun.

"The only good Hunter is a dead Hunter, if you get my drift." She laughed up athim.
 
Michael moved without thinking and slapped the creature across the jaw, normally such a blow would have barely phased her, but weakened by the silver as she was it had a much greater effect.

"You will not speak of my brothers so creature, your kind's time will end, as long as there are men with the strength to fight you"
 
Vesta cried out in pain, shocked that she had been weakened enough for his blow to have such an effect on her. She spat blood at his feet angrily.

"You are nothing but garbage, trash. You die in the blink of an eye. As long as you are mortal you will be nothing but entertainment for my kind. Entertainment and PREY. What few of us you kill mean nothing to the rest. Only the undead are strong enough to kill the undead at a rate that is even noticeable. Tell me, Hunter, have you seen a drop in the death toll of your innocent and weak? How many of my kind have you killed? And yet just as many die to feed those that remain. Your time is coming to an end."

She glared up a t him, watching him move, even as she was forced to remain immobile. Soon she would not even have the strength to walk if she made it to her feet.
 
Michael knew that what she was saying was true, they were losing the war, it made him wonder about the strength he could gain from drinking her blood all the more, but he would not give into her taunting that easily.

"Perhaps what you say is true, perhaps not, either way you will not live to see which of us is correct demon bitch" he cursed her as he kicked her roughly in the shoulder blades.

"Not much longer till the sun comes up hellspawn, about time for you to fry, get used to it because you'll be doing it for eternity in hell"
 
The vampire screamed as his boot hit her between the shoulders, sending her sprawling forward. As her face hit teh pavement she gasped, curling into a fetal position.

"You should know by now, Hunter, my kind has no soul. I will do nothing but turn to ash and dust and cease to exist completely. I have nothing to fear but the momentary pain that will be my death."
 
Michael roughly hauled her to her feet by the cord, letting it cut into her wrists as he did. When she was standing he shoved her forward towards the end of the street.

"Walk demonspawn, its time for you to face judgement and burn"

Her words were slowly getting to him, and he knew he needed to finish this and be rid of her as soon as possible or she would eventually cause his resolve to break. Her kind were known for their powers of manipulation and coercion and he would not fall prey to it.
 
Vesta screamed in the burning agony caused by the silver wire, gasping as she was pushed forward, hissing at the hunter as he manhandled her. She sorely wished he would step a little closer so she could twist and sink her teeth into his soft flesh.

"One day you will see the error of your ways. You could have made me suffer, Hunter, but now I will know the ultimate release. You think you are getting justice for your bothers and the innocent, but you are wrong. I will know the eternal sleep."

Even this close to the final death, she did not sound afraid. She almost sounded as though she welcomed it. In reality, she felt empty, she had no real feelings about it either way.
 
Michael paused at her words, she was right, the fate he had planned for her was not enough suffering for the pain she had caused. He wanted her to suffer before she died. Without warning he grabbed her by the silver wire and tossed her through a nearby doorway. Then kicked her over onto her back

"You're right, you need to suffer." as he said this he leaned down over her and drew out a silver dagger and placed it in front of her face.
 
SHe had not expected quite so sudden a change of direction, and she screamed again as the silver cut into her flesh deeper.

"Fucking hunter!" SHe cried out as she hit the ground, turned roughly onto her back so that she was laying on her arms. She gasped as he pulled out the silver knife, and she narrowed her eyes.

"I don't break easy, mortal, you'll be dead before you make me suffer enough to atone for all I've done." SHe laughed in his face, but her eyes never left the blade. It was obvious that she at least loathed the idea of the pain it would cause her, even if she didn't fear it.
 
Michael said nothing in response instead he simply took the dagger and slowly cut across the top of her left breast, then down into her cleavage and back up over the right. Then he moved on and took several cuts into her right arm and then her left. He continued to make small cuts across most of her body, never deeply just enough for the silver to enter her system.

"Perhaps not creature, but we shall see all the same"
 
Vesta screamed with every cut, struggling against the silver bindings, her back arching in pain. Every bit of silver that got into her system weakened her, and soon she would be weaker than even a mortal woman. An unhealthy mortal woman.

She twisted beneath him, each time the knife cut into her flesh she contorted, her eyes turning red, then fading slowly to silver. It seemed as though the more silver poisoning she got, the paler her eyes became.

Her fangs remained protracted, and she lunged for his arm a couple of times, wanting to purify her own blood with his.

"I will kill you for thisss."
 
In response Michael slapped her as hard as he could across the jaw, at the same time stabbing the dagger all the way through the palm of her left hand.

"You are in no position to threaten me demon whore!" he cried out in anger.

He was not usualy one for such violent methods, but her words earlier had inflamed his anger and he was raging not only at her but the truth of her words that no matter how many vampires he killed it would never be enough. They would win eventually unless something changed, he felt helpless and he wanted her to feel as he did.
 
The vampire woman screamed in agony, her back arching. She strained against the silver wire until it cut deep in her flesh. She could feel her blood spilling away, and with it her strength. She gasped and breathed heavily. Air was not necessary for a vampire, but she had always kept the old habit. It made her seem more alive to the humans that she hunted, let her get closer, just as such simple things as blinking and pretending to need to use the restroom did.

She struggled as he fangs glinted in the night, seeming to draw light form the darkness.

"You are just weak mortal flesh. if you weren't so afraid of my kind, my words never would have coaxed you to keep me alive, even if just to torment me. If I don't kill you, another of my kind will, and they will drain you dry of your delicious, strong blood. Hunters taste nearly as good as infants you know, and have much stronger blood. It give you a high that just doesn't fade . . . not for days. Unless they are tainted, of course, like those fools that hunted me before you."

Her words were pained, but that did not stop her from speaking them as she lay her head on teh ground, her long hair falling into her face.
 
"You will not die today creature, I have other things in mind for you"

With those words he kicked her swiftly in the face knocking her unconcious. He had limited time to move her before the sun came up so he tossed her over his shoulder and quickly made his way back to his base, there he tossed her into the silver cage that every hunter lair had and waited for her to awaken.
 
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