Two monster vans roared their way through the single road that ran through the woods.
Inside the vehicles, men in uniforms like that of fire service operated unconscious humans, extracting their organs and packing it in boxes.
BANG!
A loud bang tore through the night.
Birds shrieked as they flapped away from sight.
The vehicles behind launched into the air and with another bang landed on the asphalt road hard. A ball of fire erupted from its existence next.
The driver of the other one gazed into the side mirror. All he saw was a ball of fire. The vehicles that second his' is nowhere to be found.
They panicked. The man on the seat beside the driver's grabbed his assault rifle and strafed outta the window.
He peered through the thermal lens.
"What do you see?!" The driver panicked.
"Nothi-" the man suddenly gasped. "It's a freak. It's damn fast!"
Bang! Bang!! Bang!!!
Gunshots followed.
"A fast freak?! A vampire!!" The driver's eyes popped as he gripped the steering more tightly. With a desperate look, he smashed the throttle and the vehicles shot forward with a roar.
"Attention! We are under attack, the enemy is a vampire. It's just one."
The driver spoke with panic into the comm.
In response, a hatch opened at the top of the vehicle and heads strafed out with rifle muzzles.
Bang! Bang!! Bang!!!
With the thermal scope, they targeted the fast figure that circled their speeding vehicle like a lion circling a rabbit.
The vehicles kept moving on.
The men with their guns did their best in wading off the vampire on their tail.
The figure flashed behind them. It's crimson eyes flashing viciously.
They turned their muzzles and rained bullets on the figure.
It vanished.
The vehicle went on.
The men looked around with fear. They are alone in this long and narrow stripe of asphalt in the middle of the night, with a vampire on their tail. Nothing could be more scary.
"Over there!" One of them screamed, his gloved hand pointing at the trees. A figure flashed amidst the trees.
They turned their muzzles.
Bang! Bang!! Bang!!! Bang!!!!
Bullets smashed through the woods. The vehicular roar and the banging of their guns overshadowing the meaty thuds of the bullets piercing the trees.
The figure suddenly disappeared from their sight.
"Uh?!"
"I can't see it anymore!"
"Me too!"
Their anxious yells died along with the winds that swooshed past them as the vehicle sped on.
The driver's face turned ugly as he heard the faint yells of his comrades. A sweat slid down his head as he grabbed his comm again.
"This is Zero, do you copy?"
The frequency crackled in response.
He grunted as his other hand gripped the steering more tightly.
"This is Zero, do you copy?"
Same thing.
"This is Zero, do yo-"
Bang!
His face snapped up. A wave of dust was ahead. He couldn't see anything.
His heart thudded.
'what the hell is this?'
He can't stop now! He can't stop now!
It will mean walking right into death's lair.
But this smoke.
'This might b-'
His eyes flashed with resolve as he maintained the speed.
With a thrust, the vehicle sped right into the smoke.
Yells of fear erupted from the armed men strafing outta the vehicle as they ventured into the dust.
Then the vehicle shot outta the dust.
Nothing.
A sigh of relief escaped their lungs as they relaxed.
No death. No doo-
BANG!
The vehicle slammed into something hard. Wait, it's a collapsed tree.
The vehicle lost course and swerved sideways, heading straight into the woods.
With a bang, it crashed into a gigantic tree and tumbled, overturning several times before slamming into another tree that finally brought it to a stop.
The engine hissed and smoke rose into the dark air.
Then silence. No sound.
The sound of a leaf crunching under feet emanated.
A figure appeared. A yellow cloak was wrapped around the body.
The figure stopped and squatted before the limped body of the driver. His body was now a mess of red. He had been thrown outta the vehicle when it tumbled.
Eyes stared down at him from beneath the yellow cloak. The yellow cloak could barely be seen, talkless of the eyes beneath. The foliages hunkered tight above blocking all the silvery light of the night moon.
The figure lowered its hood to reveal a silver hair that seemed to simmer in the dark.
It's naturally Kylian. But not the same Kylian anymore. Not the same.
"Where is your base?" Kylian asked. His void black eyes and his black veined, pale face barely seen in the dark.
The man made to speak but blood spurted outta his mouth instead. "P, ple, please."
"Tell me," Kylian said. It's more like a growl. Dark yet promising to the ears of the man at the brink of death.
"A- Arren pass. The abandoned factory."
"Good."
Kylian drew the hood back on. He stood and turned to walk away.
"Wa, wait." The driver stretched out his bloodied arm at Kylian's back.
The latter stopped.
"Please, save me," the man coughed out blood.
Kylian turned and stared at the man for a while. His dark eyes are cold and menacing.
The man stared back with his eyes almost closing as it lost the gleam of life as seconds passed.
Suddenly Kylian walked back to him and squatted before him. The man's eyes remained on Kylian's yellow cloaked figure. His eyes were full of hope and anticipation.
"Life will be no easier if I turn you. Not to talk of the fact that your people tried to hurt her." Kylian's eyes flashed coldly as he said with finality. "You are dieing."
Slash!
Dark tainted claws slashed and the man breathed his last.
Then the yellow cloaked figure disappeared from sight, into the darkness.
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The Mutilator gazed with rage, his chest rose and fell as he fumed.
"Hellsong should have fucking taken care of this creature." Mutilator grimaced as he turned from the screen. "Come to think of it. This creature is just a vampire."
"What do we do?" A creature asked from behind him.
"Join forces with Hellsong. You heard it right. The vampire will be going to the contractors himself. If he destroys the organs in their reserve too, it'll be disastrous." He gritted hard as he said slowly. "I. Want. You to shred the vampire into pieces and bring me the bloodline."
"Consider it done." The creature left, a few other fierce looking creatures trailing him as he went.
The Mutilator turns to Sarai. "Don't be offended, witch. Something went wrong."
The witch was a bit dumbstruck from what she had just heard from the comm feed.
She had the hunch that she knew the vampire. But she kept her cool. A feigned smile broke outta her lips as she replied, "I can see, Lucas."
"That vampire will pay for meddling my business." The Mutilator clenched his gloved fist as he faced the broken window that overlooked the night darkened suburbs. His face tightened as he murmured again, "I'll, definitely."
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Under the covers of the night dark, Kylian stood on the rooftop of a seven storey building.
His void black eyes that seemed to harbor the world's darkness were on the uninhabited, darkness ridden factory about five hundred meters away. The numerous windows and dusty panes of it's many floors and long structure could be seen clearly by him.
But even though the place seems to be uninhabited, he could scent the thick scent of humans, lethal humans coming from the building. Not one but many.
"You know you can't do this alone."
Kylian's figure disappeared.
Bang!
A figure slammed it back on the chimney. Gagging breathlessly. Kylian's clawed hands wrapped tightly around its neck.
"I- It's me. Benzo."
A grunt from Kylian. Then he released the latter's neck. Breathlessly, he cough hard with his hand on his knees.
"What's the hell ★ cough ★ is wrong with you?" Benzo snapped, still trying to catch his breath.
"Why are you here?" Kylian growled.
"I couldn't let you have my cloak destroyed, you know," Benzo said.
Kylian said nothing as he turned back to the factory's location.
"You'll be outnumbered the moment you step in there." Benzo said as a matter of factly.
"None of your business, human."
"Human?! I'm not a full human, I'm a mutant. I have power just like you." Benzo grinned as a ball of fire conjured on his palm.
"You have no power like mine." Kylian snorted.
Benzo sighed and the fire on his hand disappeared. He readjusted his cloth as he said, "Whatever made you a conductor of dark wires like this is something else. It's even affecting your rational thinking or maybe it's just you being unreasonable."
"Watch your mouth, mutant."
"I'm only saying this because I don't want you to destroy yourself."
"Why do you care?!" Kylian's growl boomed. Benzo jolted and took subconscious steps back.
Kylian flinched and looked away.
Benzo's eyes flashed with realization. "You're not healing."
Kylian made to move away but Benzo caught his shoulder.
"What the hell do you want?!" Kylian snapped.
"You're hurt and you're not healing. Can't you see?" Benzo pointed down at the red soaked spot on his cloak. It clung to Kylian's abdomen like a second skin due to the drench caused by his bleeding wound.
"None of your business, I say. Now fuck off!" Kylian said, with a warning look. Then he leapt off the building top. The gust of wind flapped his borrowed yellow cloak for a second before his figure disappeared into the night.
Benzo looked down to see him but his yellow cloaked figure was nowhere to be seen.
He grunted and leapt off the building too.
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The abandoned factory at the outskirts of the city suburbs was silent but the inner structures weren't.
The inner halls and structures are the den of the evil organ snatching goons in the town.
Stale air blew through the dark passageways, over dusty structures, carrying with it a portion of the dust as throngs of muscled goons rushed past.
Armed to the teeth, they piled around the dark and poorly lit inner structures.
The urgency and alertness in their pace could be noticed easily.
In the large storeroom at the center of the inner structures, deep in the factory compound, not many bodies roamed.
It was dark and reeked of decaying organic matters and dried blood.
A stout dark man in military cargo and green vest paced. Around him, men armed to the teeths with silver blades and guns loaded with silver bullets moved.
The man had his right hand on his waist and the other on his ear with an encrypted phone in it. His expression was calm yet urgent as he conversed with the person at the other end.
"My men were killed and my packages destroyed." A sweat trickled down his forehead as he palmed it. "Now the perpetrator is coming to my lair."
He laughed. Probably to something the person at the other side had said then his face turned hard as he said. "He'll be dying anyway. I might as well be feasting on a vampire's head soon."
He hung up the call and his vicious Kohl eyes roamed the corridors that circled the storeroom and the men that hid behind the banisters, armed with machine guns loaded with silver bullets.
A bang resounded and his gaze fell.
His eyes glittered as he gazed at the large boxes dropped on the ground by two muscled men.
Click!
The cover was clicked and opened.
His eyes reflected the old weapons and equipment of vampire hunters.
"Equip yourselves, boys." He ordered with a dark look. Nods dropped and lethally built bodies moved to acquire the weapons in the box.
Bang!
The towering double door of the hall opened and a trembling man scurried in.
Faces of the special squad turned to the profusely sweating goon as he stopped before their leader.
"The beast is here, I presume." The leader turned, his hands danced on the glinting guns in the holsters on his thighs.
"Yes boss-"
Bang!
The man's words were interrupted as a bloody hole appeared on his head. With a fleshy thud, his limp body collapsed.
The leader lowered his gun whose muzzle evolved a strand of smoke as he faced his special squad.
"Get rid of all fears, boys."
His words echoed along with the multiple yells and yelps of horror and agony that emanated from outside the double doors of the hall.
"We're killing a beast tonight." He added, unwavering as he faced the doors along with his men.
BANG!
The doors shattered as a roar of flames blew in.
"Uh?!"
"Uh?!"
Gasps of surprise flew.
"But- I thought he said a vampire?" The leader whispered to himself.
The ball of fire reflected in his Kohl eyes, the incineration of his men obscured by dust. Then what he didn't have before on his face surfaced.
Fear.
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