Rimnerel: Well, I might as well find something else to occupy my time
besides Scars and Oleander, right?
Max: Do you really think you can take on a new project?
Rimnerel: We'll see. Okay everyone, this story was inspired by my friend, Game-kid17, and her story Sleep of the Paranormal...well, more like chapter 2 inspired me more. So, I really dedicate this one to her. I hope you guys like it.
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The woods were supposed to be quiet in this part of the forest. But the young man that was walking through it stopped every once in a while, when rustling occurred near him. His eyes remained sharp to everything. Okay, the woods were supposed to be quiet, but they weren't. There was supposed to be little demon activity since the local demon hunter had swept through this entire area, cleaning it up. Well...he would just have to talk with Rei about this when he got back into town.
It was ridiculous that one of the best hunters in all of Japan now was starting to become lazy and sloppy with his work to allow so many low- leveled beasts creeping around in these woods. What happened if civilians came through these woods? It was irresponsible, and dangerous, because eventually higher-level demons would come back.
The young man with red hair looked around him carefully as he made his way to his destination. Though he wasn't a demon hunter that did not mean he couldn't handle himself if something acted him. The sword at his side would do as well a job slaying demons, as it did with vampires, which were his usual prey.
This young man was heir to the Ivanov clan, a family of hunters who have been slaying vampires for hundreds of years now. He had no idea why, but right now, it did not matter what the reason was. The soft sounds of moaning and growling were becoming louder by the minute. Slipping behind an old oak tree, the vampire slayer readied his sword, in case it was necessary to fight.
The night had begun to become boring anyway. This little lapse would be enough to get his blood flowing again. Adjusting his hearing to the sounds around him, he became aware that the sounds he was hearing came from the road up ahead. Silently moving from tree to tree, he soon became aware of the road leading between the towns. What demon would be crazy enough to use a human road, he thought. It was either remarkably stupid, or remarkably strong to take such a big risk of encountering a hunter.
The young hunger was going to show this creature why he was the best hunter in the Ivanov family whether or not it wanted a fight. He wasn't good just because he has slain one hundred vampires before the coming of his 18th birthday. No, it was because he gave no bias to anything supernatural. If it weren't human, it would die. He was never shamed for killing a vampire child huddling in front of him in fear, pleading for its life.
"My parents would never allow such weakness to those creatures. And neither shall I," he muttered, remembering the brave end his parents met at the hands of an elder vampire.
For some reason though, the vampire had ignored him. Letting him live was a huge mistake on that creature's end. His sole mission in life now despite whatever, that of his ancestors were was to make sure that an incident such as that never happened again. He would become strong enough to kill even an elder with no problem.
The sounds of the growling and moaning grew louder, echoing through the woods. Watching from his position behind the trees, the young hunter watched a carriage approach. Lower-leveled demons followed behind and stationed on the carriage. The young man's eyes narrowed, realizing what exactly the carriage held: an aristocratic vampire.
What is one doing so far out this way? I'm not aware of there being any families this far out. And the sun will be up in nor more than four hours thinking of it.
Silently slipping from his position, the vampire hunter began approaching only to discover the carriage had halted. Stopping in his tracks, the young hunter cursed, wondering if he had alerted them of his presence. The door to the carriage slowly opened, the lower demons bowing around it. The teen didn't like this one bit. The atmosphere surrounding the woods changed drastically.
"A hunter?" came a silky voice. "Alone out so early in the morning? I thought you humans traveled in packs? Either you're very stupid, or strong to be hunting alone like this." The teen suddenly felt a cold hand dance across the back of his neck. Turning around and pulling out his sword in one fluid motion, he came face to face with a young man who looked no older than him.
This male had crimson eyes, which were staring directly into the vampire hunter's azure gaze. His hair was colored two shades of blue, light blue in the front, making up wild bangs. While the back was a dark blue shade, complimenting the wild bangs. On each cheek two light blue triangles decorated his face. The vampire was dressed in a pair of black pants; a loose lawn shirt of the same color covered the belted pants. Completing his attire was long black gauntlets held in place by belts on his forearms. This was the last thing the hunter expected an aristocrat to wear.
"So tell me slayer, which are you? Stupid or strong?" the vampire smirked.
"I have nothing to fear from one such as you," the hunter remarked. "If you don't know, I'm the best hunter around."
"You are from that family that's slain those lower vampires, cleansing the heritage of my ancestors?" the vampire inquired with a slight bow of respect. "I thank you greatly for that service and the opportunity to meet you finally."
"What?" The hunter really could not believe his ears. This thing was thanking him for killing his brethren? The vampire must have caught the shock within the teen's eyes, because a slowly smile curled those pale lips, revealing just a flash of white from fangs.
"Are you shocked with my words? Did you think I would be angry? That would be foolish of me, hunter. After all, you have only been able to kill those wretches who have tainted the proud vampire heritage with that of filthy human blood. They did not deserve such divine grace. For killing them, and cleansing the blood of my true people, I thank you."
"I don't need your thanks, you damn heretic!" the young hunter said, rushing at the vampire with impressive speed. Just as he was about to swing his sword, the vampire disappeared. "What!"
Skidding to a stop, he listened and waited. This vampire was no amateur. If anything, the teen was coming up against a pure vampire, rather than one that was turned. To make matters worse, this one was an aristocrat they preferred to kill humans rather than sucking one dry. He would have to be on his guard if he planned to come out of this one alive.
"I don't want to harm you, hunter," a voice whispered into his ear. The cold breath chilled his insides. "You have spirit, I like that a lot. So, we shall meet again my dear slayer. Just not at this moment."
Spinning around, he expected to find the vampire there, but there was nothing but darkness and trees. The carriage on the road was gone, along with the demons, and probably the vampire too. "Shit! I lost him." Putting up his sword, the young slayer started to head back to town. Unaware that he was in fact being watched by his supposed prey.
The vampire, head of a clan of noble vampires known as the Hiwatari clan, knew there was something exception about this human. From the first moment he sensed him in the woods, to laying eyes on the red head, he knew. Usually he would have killed a human when he found one, but this one...
Another smirk came to the vampire's, Kai Hiwatari's, lips as he continued to watch his prey. Whatever it was about that hunter, he would be more than anxious to find out what it was that attracted him to this human the next time they met. They would meet again, he would make sure of that.
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Rimnerel: Well, here you go. I don't have much to say about the ending of the chapter, so I will just leave you guys with a few words. I will update this one if anyone likes this story enough! Until next chapter then guys!
Max: Do you really think you can take on a new project?
Rimnerel: We'll see. Okay everyone, this story was inspired by my friend, Game-kid17, and her story Sleep of the Paranormal...well, more like chapter 2 inspired me more. So, I really dedicate this one to her. I hope you guys like it.
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The woods were supposed to be quiet in this part of the forest. But the young man that was walking through it stopped every once in a while, when rustling occurred near him. His eyes remained sharp to everything. Okay, the woods were supposed to be quiet, but they weren't. There was supposed to be little demon activity since the local demon hunter had swept through this entire area, cleaning it up. Well...he would just have to talk with Rei about this when he got back into town.
It was ridiculous that one of the best hunters in all of Japan now was starting to become lazy and sloppy with his work to allow so many low- leveled beasts creeping around in these woods. What happened if civilians came through these woods? It was irresponsible, and dangerous, because eventually higher-level demons would come back.
The young man with red hair looked around him carefully as he made his way to his destination. Though he wasn't a demon hunter that did not mean he couldn't handle himself if something acted him. The sword at his side would do as well a job slaying demons, as it did with vampires, which were his usual prey.
This young man was heir to the Ivanov clan, a family of hunters who have been slaying vampires for hundreds of years now. He had no idea why, but right now, it did not matter what the reason was. The soft sounds of moaning and growling were becoming louder by the minute. Slipping behind an old oak tree, the vampire slayer readied his sword, in case it was necessary to fight.
The night had begun to become boring anyway. This little lapse would be enough to get his blood flowing again. Adjusting his hearing to the sounds around him, he became aware that the sounds he was hearing came from the road up ahead. Silently moving from tree to tree, he soon became aware of the road leading between the towns. What demon would be crazy enough to use a human road, he thought. It was either remarkably stupid, or remarkably strong to take such a big risk of encountering a hunter.
The young hunger was going to show this creature why he was the best hunter in the Ivanov family whether or not it wanted a fight. He wasn't good just because he has slain one hundred vampires before the coming of his 18th birthday. No, it was because he gave no bias to anything supernatural. If it weren't human, it would die. He was never shamed for killing a vampire child huddling in front of him in fear, pleading for its life.
"My parents would never allow such weakness to those creatures. And neither shall I," he muttered, remembering the brave end his parents met at the hands of an elder vampire.
For some reason though, the vampire had ignored him. Letting him live was a huge mistake on that creature's end. His sole mission in life now despite whatever, that of his ancestors were was to make sure that an incident such as that never happened again. He would become strong enough to kill even an elder with no problem.
The sounds of the growling and moaning grew louder, echoing through the woods. Watching from his position behind the trees, the young hunter watched a carriage approach. Lower-leveled demons followed behind and stationed on the carriage. The young man's eyes narrowed, realizing what exactly the carriage held: an aristocratic vampire.
What is one doing so far out this way? I'm not aware of there being any families this far out. And the sun will be up in nor more than four hours thinking of it.
Silently slipping from his position, the vampire hunter began approaching only to discover the carriage had halted. Stopping in his tracks, the young hunter cursed, wondering if he had alerted them of his presence. The door to the carriage slowly opened, the lower demons bowing around it. The teen didn't like this one bit. The atmosphere surrounding the woods changed drastically.
"A hunter?" came a silky voice. "Alone out so early in the morning? I thought you humans traveled in packs? Either you're very stupid, or strong to be hunting alone like this." The teen suddenly felt a cold hand dance across the back of his neck. Turning around and pulling out his sword in one fluid motion, he came face to face with a young man who looked no older than him.
This male had crimson eyes, which were staring directly into the vampire hunter's azure gaze. His hair was colored two shades of blue, light blue in the front, making up wild bangs. While the back was a dark blue shade, complimenting the wild bangs. On each cheek two light blue triangles decorated his face. The vampire was dressed in a pair of black pants; a loose lawn shirt of the same color covered the belted pants. Completing his attire was long black gauntlets held in place by belts on his forearms. This was the last thing the hunter expected an aristocrat to wear.
"So tell me slayer, which are you? Stupid or strong?" the vampire smirked.
"I have nothing to fear from one such as you," the hunter remarked. "If you don't know, I'm the best hunter around."
"You are from that family that's slain those lower vampires, cleansing the heritage of my ancestors?" the vampire inquired with a slight bow of respect. "I thank you greatly for that service and the opportunity to meet you finally."
"What?" The hunter really could not believe his ears. This thing was thanking him for killing his brethren? The vampire must have caught the shock within the teen's eyes, because a slowly smile curled those pale lips, revealing just a flash of white from fangs.
"Are you shocked with my words? Did you think I would be angry? That would be foolish of me, hunter. After all, you have only been able to kill those wretches who have tainted the proud vampire heritage with that of filthy human blood. They did not deserve such divine grace. For killing them, and cleansing the blood of my true people, I thank you."
"I don't need your thanks, you damn heretic!" the young hunter said, rushing at the vampire with impressive speed. Just as he was about to swing his sword, the vampire disappeared. "What!"
Skidding to a stop, he listened and waited. This vampire was no amateur. If anything, the teen was coming up against a pure vampire, rather than one that was turned. To make matters worse, this one was an aristocrat they preferred to kill humans rather than sucking one dry. He would have to be on his guard if he planned to come out of this one alive.
"I don't want to harm you, hunter," a voice whispered into his ear. The cold breath chilled his insides. "You have spirit, I like that a lot. So, we shall meet again my dear slayer. Just not at this moment."
Spinning around, he expected to find the vampire there, but there was nothing but darkness and trees. The carriage on the road was gone, along with the demons, and probably the vampire too. "Shit! I lost him." Putting up his sword, the young slayer started to head back to town. Unaware that he was in fact being watched by his supposed prey.
The vampire, head of a clan of noble vampires known as the Hiwatari clan, knew there was something exception about this human. From the first moment he sensed him in the woods, to laying eyes on the red head, he knew. Usually he would have killed a human when he found one, but this one...
Another smirk came to the vampire's, Kai Hiwatari's, lips as he continued to watch his prey. Whatever it was about that hunter, he would be more than anxious to find out what it was that attracted him to this human the next time they met. They would meet again, he would make sure of that.
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Rimnerel: Well, here you go. I don't have much to say about the ending of the chapter, so I will just leave you guys with a few words. I will update this one if anyone likes this story enough! Until next chapter then guys!