Within the city of Ritrot, there was a detective agency called: The Tempest Investigation Department. The T.I.D was well known for their quick work through cases. However, what truly gave the T.I.D's high reputation was Dorrin Rolim. Dorrin was intimidating, logical, direct, observant; these were the traits of the most talented detective in all of Ritrot. People who worked in the T.I.D feared and respected Dorrin for three reasons. There was his menacing appearance, his incredible talent as a detective, and the fact he was a former mafia member.
No one knew anything about Dorrin's life before he joined T.I.D. Aside from him being part of the mafia. Dorrin's life was a mystery. Of course, there were many theories about Dorrin's past. However, those theories could never be proven. Dorrin doesn't talk about his past, and there was no one brave enough to ask him. But that didn't stop people from gossiping to each other about Dorrin.
"Did you hear?" spoke a voice.
"Hear what?" another voice replied.
"Well, the word is that Dorrin has a brother."
"A brother? We're talking about the same Dorrin here, right?"
"That's right, he even visited here yesterday."
"No way! Do you know what he looks like?"
"I don't, but Emma does."
"Really? Why Emma?"
"Well, it's because--"
"If you two have enough time to chit-chat then that assignment I gave must be already done, right?" spoke a deep dark voice.
The two people yelped before they turned to their computer screens. Dorrin huffed before he stomped into his private office. His office wasn't the largest, but it was capable to fit his size. Cramped room, large desk but no chair. Dorrin wasn't the lightest person in the world, so he would usually break his chairs.
Dorrin huffed as he leaned against his desk while he skipped through some document files. His eyes then paused to a certain file that seemed familiar. He opened the file and saw a few pictures of a teenager with blonde hair and bronze skin. The file was labelled as an assumption of being the culprit of the Electro Feaster.
Dorrin gritted his teeth. "This is BULLSH*T!"
Dorrin slapped the file on his desk. He opened a side draw in his desk and pulled out a cigar and matchbox. Dorrin lit the cigar before he took in a deep breath. He puffed out lumen smoke that immediately infested the entire office.
Dorrin then leaned against the back wall and cursed under his breath. "FU*K."
A knock was heard from Dorrin's office door.
"What ya want?" Dorrin growled.
The door slowly opened as Emma entered with fearful eyes. Dorrin stared with a nonchalant expression as he gaze down at the file in her hands. Dorrin raised his hand as he gestured for Emma to come closer. Emma took a deep gulp as she gave the file to Dorrin before she quickly left the room.
Dorrin opened the file and groaned. It was the updated information about the Electro Feaster. The first report told of only four victims, the lastest report told of twenty. How hungry was this Electro Feaster?
Sure, it was normal for a Banker to have a large appetite. However, a Banker who is capable to drain the energy out of twenty-four Donators was beyond unusual.
Bankers who are capable of eating so much energy are called: Feasters. Feasters are Bankers who have massive appetites. Instead of relying on a single Donator, they go and hunt for any wondering Donator they could find.
Dorrin clicked his tongue as he pressed his cigar in an ashtray. The day continued at a slow pace. When the clock struck eleven in the evening. Dorrin left the agency with slumped shoulders and a crook in his neck.
"Another long day..." Dorrin sighed.
Dorrin strolled down the empty sidewalk before a crash sound caught his attention. Dorrin's eyes shot down an alleyway.
"AAAAAH!" a scream echoed out of the alleyway.
"SH*T." Dorrin sighed.
Dorrin entered the alleyway with a hand behind his pocket. His hand gripped the hand of his pistol tightly.
As he stepped down the alleyway, a loud slurping sound rang in Dorrin's ear. Dorrin gulped before he inhaled slowly. When he finally found the source of the sound, Dorrin froze.
A person with silky blonde hair, bronze skin a pair of crimson eyes and visible fangs that dug into an unconscious man's neck. Sparks flew out of two holes that the fangs penetrated.
Why? Why of all things Dorrin could've encountered, it had to be that? It would've been fine if it was some thug, a gangsta or even a bloody werewolf. However, it wasn't either of those things.
Instead, it was...
"A FU*KING VAMPIRE!" Dorrin yelled as he aimed.
The vampire snapped its head up at Dorrin. It unbore its fangs before it slowly approached him. Dorrin took no second chances as he pulled the trigger of his pistol. The bullet flew through the air before it struck the vampire's left shoulder.
The vampire gripped its injured shoulder as it groaned. "What sort of mad man carries around with silver bullets?"
"This man does! It's over Electro Feaster!" Dorrin stated.
The vampire gritted its teeth and grumbled underneath its breath. "Fine. Do it. But knows this, I only resorted to these acts because I failed to find myself a proper Donator who matches my elemental type."
Dorrin clicked his tongue. "What do you mean by that? There are plenty of Electro Donators all over this city."
"I'm not an Electro Banker!" the vampire clenched its shoulder tightly as they stared to the ground.
Dorrin gulped. "If your not an Electro Banker. Then... what are you?"
Dorrin could not question himself more when he uttered those words. Not because the way he said it was unnatural for him. It was because he already knew the answer. The answer made Dorrin sweat.
"I'm a Lightning Banker." the vampire stated.
A slow clap echoed through the alleyway. Dorrin turned himself around as he aimed his pistol at a man who wore golden garments. The man had rich dark umber skin, golden amber eyes and hair that possessed the colour of holy fire.
The man smirked widely as he slowly approached Dorrin and the vampire behind him. Dorrin squinted his eyes, as the man showed off a bright presence.
"My~ my~ my~ Four months on the run and this is what of come of you, Apaktó?" the man said with a mocking grin.
"Silence! You know nothing!" the vampire barked.
"Right." the man said with an amused smirk.
Before the man could be approached any further, Dorrin stepped in front of the vampire. Dorrin aimed his gun at the man. The man stared at Dorrin with a curious expression.
"And what pray tell do you think you're doing? Silver doesn't work on me you know." the man chuckled.
"Who said I only carried around silver?" Dorrin smirked.
Dorrin pointed his pistol to the ground and pulled the trigger. A big flash of light filled the alleyway. When the light dimmed, Dorrin, the vampire and the unconscious man were gone. The golden man was left alone.
"Flashers bullets?" the golden man uttered in shock.
His shoulders trembled as he held his stomach and roared with laughter into the night air.
"Crazy! Crazy! Crazy! That man was absolutely insane!"
Meanwhile, within a small apartment. There was a detective on his large armchair while he puffed a cigar. A young vampire teenager who slept soundly on a dusty floor. A man who remained unconscious on the unused couch.
Dorrin sighed while his big fluffy cat nuzzle against Dorrin's chest.
"Sorry, Blair. Papa can't play right now. Maybe next time." Dorrin said as he placed Blair on the floor.
Before Blair's paws landed on the floor, she snarled loudly.
Dorrin lifts a brow. "What's with ya?"
A hissing sound was heard from the couch. Dorrin snapped his eyes forward. The vampire looming over the unconscious man. Dorrin dropped Blair before he pointed his finger toward the vampire. The vampire shot a glance at Dorrin before it was struck down by a lightning bolt.
Dorrin huffed as he glared down the vampire's body. The vampire had a brutal red scar across its forehead, as a sizzle of steam hovered over the vampire's face. Its eyes were wide open, showing no signs of life. It remained still before the vampire started to twitch. Dorrin watched the vampire raise to its feet while the scar on the vampire's forehead slowly heal itself.
The vampire hung its head before it stared up at Dorrin. "You're a Lightning Donator?"
"Ya! What of it?" Dorrin growled.
"Be my--"
"Out of the question." Dorrin interrupts the vampire's words.
"Why?! There are no other Lightning Bankers in this world! I should know, I've searched three whole nations for a Lightning Donator!"
"Not my problem." Dorrin turned away.
"Not your problem? Not your problem?!" the vampire repeated Dorrin's word angrily.
"Do you wish to suffer the painful death of Nulmog?!" the vampire attempted to reach Dorrin.
Dorrin slapped the vampire's hand away from him. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" Dorrin snapped.
Though slightly surprise by Dorrin's outburst, the vampire did not back away. Dorrin turned for a glance when he saw the vampire floating up to his face. Dorrin attempted to gaze away but it was already too late. Dorrin was already caught.
"Listen to me, mortal, and listen well." the vampire spoke with a sinister voice.
"I may seem grotesque to you as a vampire, but I'm not willing to strive for the next decades because the only Donator who can help me said no. Do you understand?"
As the vampire spoke, a shock of pain flooded in Dorrin. Every word was a needle that stabbed into Dorrin's brain. Dorrin could not move nor speak. Dorrin had a loss of sensation throughout his body.
This, this was the power of a vampire.
"I do not care for your excuses. All I ask of you is to feed me." the vampire said before it snapped its fingers.
Dorrin had fallen onto his knees. Dorrin's body trembled violently. As soon as he regained his composure, he glared at the vampire. The fang-faced oversized tick that was intruding on his apartment was just as much an annoyance as he wanted to get rid of it. However, the vampire was right. Bankers and Donator of the first generation are extremely rare these days. A Lightning Donator or Banker was even rarer. Nulmog will kill Dorrin if he doesn't agree. Considering all he has been through in his life, that would be a poor way to die for Dorrin.
He gritted his teeth as he felt his throat turn dry. "Fine! But only in one condition."
"Very well, let's hear it." the vampire shrugged its shoulders.
Dorrin towered over the vampire as he said with a dark voice. "You. Can't. Touch. Me. Ya got that?"
The vampire gave a confused stare before sighing. "I see you are going to be the challenging type. However, I'll respect your condition and not lay a single finger upon your gargantuan form."
Dorrin clicked his tongue while he gestured his middle finger. "Okay. First off, FU*K you. And second off, don't you dare try anything while I'm asleep, ya got that?"
"I beg your pardon? I'm a vampire, not a savage." the vampire said.
"Say that to the people who fell victim to your feasting," Dorrin huffed before he sat on his armchair.
"I only did that because I lacked a proper Donator." the vampire huffed.
"That aside... what are you going to do about "him"." the vampire said as they gestured to the unconscious man laying on the couch.
"I'll send him to the church in the morning," Dorrin said as he lit another cigar.
"The church? I wasn't aware there was a church in this city." the vampire commented.
Dorrin choaked as he coughed puffs of smoke.
"How the FU*K did you come to Ritrot without knowing anything about the church?!" Dorrin yelled.
"Pardon?"