Patreon LogoYour support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)

The huntress Ranger x Amy

That night Steven made his way over to the local pawn shop and knocked on the door. "Sorry, were closed." Steve didn't take this for an answer as he opened the door anyway, breaking the lock in the process. "Whats the meaning of this!" the shopkeeper asked in a panic. Steven simply asked. "Where he is." The shopkeeper said he didnt know what he was talking about. "Oh you know, Joch, the guy who killed three men and two women over in the next town." Steven looked at the shop keeper dead in the eyes as in fear he pointed to the basement. Steven went in there to find a rather burly man there. He angrily questened who Steven was but he simply pinned him agisnt the wall. "Tonight, you atone for your crimes." Steven said smirking as he slowly exposed his fangs and dug into the killer's throat, sucking him dry. Steven went back upstairs after his work was complete and did the same to the shopkeeper who was housing him. He walked out closing the door behind him. Shockingly didnt make too much noise. We went back to the inn to get some wine. Nobody, suspected a thing. He later waited the rest of the night out in his usual spot in the woods. He went back into town the next morning.
 
Anabel was reading a book when she heard the noise coming close by. She didn't know what had happened. so she left the book at the counter and run towards where the voices where coming. She heard about Steve and what the people was saying. She didn't say anything and walked back home. She went back at her room and slept. The next morning she had a bath and got dressed and walked around looking for him. She wanted him to explain what was going on and why those people did say those thing about him.
 
That morning once agian Steve felt good with fresh blood in his body, human blood which was far more efficent then animal blood. However asking around to find out more info seemed to draw, attention to him, attention he did not want. Now that both the killer and his friend tunred up dead, and sucked dry of blood Steve begun to ponder. "Man I backed myself into a corner here for sure, I'd better leave town as so as I can. Actually, on second thought, I never stick around when these kinda things happen, lets just see how things go. Even though I'm likely to regret it later." Steve said to himself walking his was back to the inn.
 
Anabel had this deadly feeling of things that started to occur back then. The same day she had a big conversation with a bookstore owner. She found out that few people had run been missing recently and that strange things were happening. She told him to keep an eye on things as she run again at the board. she read it over again looking for someone to make sense. And there it was a troll similar with one that Oarlock was working with back then. She sighed and ripped of the page and run back at the bookstore, showing the owner the page. "Who is this troll. Why were you people looking for it?" she asked confused. She was sure the other day there was nothing of it at the board. "This story gets on my nerves" she admitted. "It makes not sense, it only throws people of my past across my present." she mostly told that to herself. She wanted to know more about that troll. The bookstore owner explained her. You will find your answers, if you meet the mayor. He is the one looking from all that people. Anabel didn't wait a minute longer, she took the page and run of to meet with the mayor. What else would this town hold, as secrets.​
 
That morning Steven had to be cautious to aviod unwanted attention. He mainly decided to hid in his room for a part of the day but leave the door creaked open a bit so he could hear the conversations going on downstairs. As he sat down in thought of what to do next, besides the obvious and take off, he pulled out a rather thick journal and begun to write in it. Not too much later he saw someone out the window, in seemingly a hurry. "Its the same girl from earilier, whats she doing now?" More and more I begun to suspect things from this woman. I was tempted to get out and follow her, but I figured it'd be best to stay out of her buisness for now and lay low until some of the hype dies down. He sat back down in the warm room to write agian trying to avoid the sunlight.
 
Anabel run and met with the mayor. He was waiting her in the main hall of his house. His home was an old Victorian style Manson. There were old statues of demons, creepy creatures at the entrances. As Anabel pasted through she though for a minute they were moving. Her crossbow, where close to her as always. The main hall, had a red carpet on the ground, seemed like velvet. As she stepped on it her feet sunk few inches against it. At the walls were paintings of family members it seemed. But they were dressed in older style, so it should be their ancestors. The houseLady told her to wait there for him to come down.
 
I continued to write in my journal, thinking about the girl from earlier. She was no ordinary human defiantly stronger willfully and physically. I felt some of, bond with her even though I barley knew her. I wanted to talk to her some more but with all the fire going on best let things die down first. I crawled back into bed, for some reason I couldn't get my mind off the girl, Anabel I think it was. I tossed and turned trying to get some sleep, but it just wasnt happening.
 
She waited for a long time until the mayor got down. He took her in his office. He explained her who he was looking for, it was more vampires. He asked her to help him. She told him it was her job. But since long time now she never saw any vampires around. He laughed explaining her the latest things happening around.
 
I got up and out of bed. For some reason i couldnt get the girl out of my mind. i eventually left the inn and walked down the street into a dark allyway and just sat down, he didn't know what to do next. He felt like he was, waiting for something. he did'nt know what but he had little to lose anyway.
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top Bottom