Braiddan
Star
- Joined
- Jan 12, 2009
- Location
- Where rivers flow upside
It's been five years, five torturous years, since a young man in his teens was forced to take a new concept of reality. Back then, he had the typical teenage stresses and goals, saving up for a car, getting that summer job, and finally asking out that cute redhead in biology class. But that all got replaced by the dark emotion of revenge. It was a spring night, school was almost out for the summer and he took his younger sister out to the movies for her birthday. But on the way home they ran into what they simply thought to be hoodlums at first. That thought quickly left him when he found himself making an imprint in the hood of a car from a one armed toss. He was left with no choice but to watch them take his sister away while he laid on the car unable to move.
Now at the age of twenty four that lanky teenager with a crew cut was long gone. He was instead replaced with an athletic adult, whose sandy blond hair grew into a shaggy mane. Once kind green eyes intense with anger. The assialants he quickly learned, were vampires, not the ones you'd see in some sappy romance either. They were blood thirsty, they were strong, they were fast. But he studied as much as he could in defeating them.
That had been his job for the last four years, only awake during the night hours so he could hunt his prey. Tonight wasn't any exception as he busted into the remains of an old gothic night club. It had been closed for years due to a mass murder that went unsolved. But Harry knew, it was now serving as a headquarters for the fang faces he despised. He took out the two at the door with a pair of silver knives. And came with his gun blazing, a nice little hand cannon that pumped molten hot silver into the hearts into the hearts of his foes. He gave up questioning them long ago when he was presented with a photo of her corpse with a nice pair of neck wounds. Now it was just extermination, but a sight in the back of the bulding suddenly stayed his hand
Now at the age of twenty four that lanky teenager with a crew cut was long gone. He was instead replaced with an athletic adult, whose sandy blond hair grew into a shaggy mane. Once kind green eyes intense with anger. The assialants he quickly learned, were vampires, not the ones you'd see in some sappy romance either. They were blood thirsty, they were strong, they were fast. But he studied as much as he could in defeating them.
That had been his job for the last four years, only awake during the night hours so he could hunt his prey. Tonight wasn't any exception as he busted into the remains of an old gothic night club. It had been closed for years due to a mass murder that went unsolved. But Harry knew, it was now serving as a headquarters for the fang faces he despised. He took out the two at the door with a pair of silver knives. And came with his gun blazing, a nice little hand cannon that pumped molten hot silver into the hearts into the hearts of his foes. He gave up questioning them long ago when he was presented with a photo of her corpse with a nice pair of neck wounds. Now it was just extermination, but a sight in the back of the bulding suddenly stayed his hand