Original Peice- Vampire Hunter
This is an original piece that I had to do during Creative Writing, when I was still in high school.
Title: Vampire Hunter
Author: Strata Taisen
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,261
Summary: Just an original story I wrote for my Creative Writing class. It's about a Vampire Hunter and a mission. ^^;; Suck at making Summaries.
he sun burned red as it slowly set beneath the turquoise sea. A young man with hair the color of blood and eyes the color of a sword’s blade stood silently on the rocky costal shore. He watched the scene before him with emotionless eyes. If someone had passed him standing there on the road they would have thought him to be a knight or a brigand. For he was clad in black breeches and a tight dark shirt; black armor covering the length of his arm and a sword hanging from his hip. However, with one glance to the mark on his right forearm they would have realized what he really was; a member of the Hunter’s Guild, a warrior who fought the creatures that plagued the night.
His name was Rowen Nightfellow and he was on his way to his next assignment from the Hunters’ Guild. The mission was taking him to the small port town in the country of Gitsu. There the citizens of the town had reported the mysterious disappearances of several people. The reports indicated that there had been no signs of forced entry in to the victims’ homes or any sort of struggle from the victims themselves. It was almost as if the victims had willing opened the door for the assailant and gone off with it. These actions lead Rowen to believe that the assailant to be a vampire. The undead creatures had the ability to hypnotize their victims to lure them out in to the open so they could feed upon them. However, the council did not agree with his theory and sent out a recon team to gather more information. And when they never returned they sent him to dispose of the assailant and bring the missing people back, but if his theory was right there was little chance that he would be able to bring them back, alive in any case.
Rowen began his walk to the town once again as the last bit of the sun disappeared, leaving a rough color in the sky. The songs of the night started to grow louder with the waning light. He did not bother building a torch; all the long years of training and the fact he was not like most humans had enabled him to see better in the dark than. He was not in a hurry to get to the town, but if he kept at the pace was going through the night he would be able to reach the town by noon the next day.
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Rowen walked in to the small run down coastal town of Tsuhi. It was like any other town he had been to before. Small, poor, dirty, and full of fear. So much fear that it felt like it was oozing out of every crack and crevice in the town. Fear of what? The creature that hunted them and their loved ones during the night, of course. The townsfolk looked out at him through cracked doors and windows and the ones that passed him the street did not even look at him at all. He ignored them as they did him, already used to this kind of treatment from the years of traveling he did as a Hunter.
He stopped in front of what looked like the town’s meeting hall. The building was old and worn; looking like it could use a few good coats of paint and repair to the roof. Rowen silently prayed that the town chief was not some old man that he would be stuck listening to babble on idiotically or some rich snob that would think he could order him around because he was hired by the town. He pushed open the warped, paint chipping doors and entered the small meeting room. The first thing that hit him was the smell of the room. Old musk and sea water. Next were the round tables and chairs were scattered throughout the tiny room, making it look more like a tavern than a meeting hall. Sharpe grey eye’s scanned the room looking for the town chief.
“Are you the one that the Hunter’s Guild has sent?” Rowen cringed at the sound of the old raspy voice that had asked him a question. Looking over he was surprised to find a warrior like figure instead of the hunched over old man that he had expected to see. Sitting at a table in the corner of the room was a tall and well muscled man in his late sixties, his short white hair was slicked back from his battle hardened face and a well kept beard covered his strong jaw line.
“I am.” The fiery-haired hunter moved to sit across from the other man. “And I am assuming that you are the Town Chief?”
“Yes. My name is Chane Rester, but please call me Chane.” The chief looked Rowen over, a frown forming on his face at what he saw. “I had not expected the guild to send someone as young as yourself.”
Rowen glared at Chane. It annoyed him when people assumed that just because he looked young that he was really young. “I may look young sir, but I most likely older than you. And I am the best the guild has.”
The chief eyed him suspiciously. “What is your name?”
“Rowen Nightfellow.”
Chane’s body tensed as he sat up a little straighter. “I am sorry. I did not realize..”
“It is fine. You are not the first person to make the mistake.” Rowen looked hard at the older man sitting across the table from him, ready to stop talking pleasantries and start talking business. “Now, tell me about the disappearances.”
“They started about six months ago, at first no one took notice of them because it was not unusual for people to leave this town with no one noticing. But then the disappearances became more frequent and there were reports of a creature being sighted near the forest’s edge by some of the villagers….” The chief was interrupted once again by the young looking Hunter.
“Creature? There was nothing about a creature in the report you sent the guild.” Questioned Rowen harshly.
“We did not think that it had anything to do with the disappearances, so we let it be.” Explained Chane. “None of the homes had been forced into and I think we would have heard something if the beast broke into someone’s home and took them away.”
“That is true but many of the undead have creatures as minions to scout out their next victims.” Rowen pinched to bridge of his nose to ward off the head ache he knew was coming. Common folk and even chiefs such as Chane could be so dense sometimes. “Tell me what this thing looks like.”
Chane closed his eyes as if trying to picture it in his head. “I have only seen the creature once and a mere glance at that. But from what the others have told me it is a large beast, catlike in it’s movements and looks. They could not tell what color it fur was from the lack of light, but it’s eye, they say, were glowing red as blood.”
As Chane continued on with his explanation Rowen sat there stiff and ridged. This creature, it could not be the same kind that had attacked Luc, his best friend and partner, and himself all those years ago when they were hunting down a notorious vampire. Rowen closed his eyes as thought back to that day.
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It had been a cold winter’s night and the two of them were hunting an elusive vampire in a remote village of the northern mountains. They were closing in on the being when several cat-like creatures sprang out of the darkness of the shadows and attacked them. It was obvious that the creatures were servants of the vampire for they put themselves between the two Hunters and the vampire. The vampire grinned back at them before disappearing in to the dark trees of the forest. By the time they had disposed of the beasts the vampire was long gone. Rowen turned to one of the beast to examine it, his back to his partner Luc. He heard a brief struggle behind and then a grunt. He whirled around just in time to see his friend fall to the ground before something hard hit the back of his skull, knocking him it to the darkness of unconsciousness.
When he woke the next morning he was back in the village, injures healed and body rested. The villagers had told him that he was the only one they found. The dead creatures’ bodies and his friend were no where to be found. It was as if Luc had vanished in to thin air, leave behind the emerald pendent that he had refused to take off no matter what the reason.
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Rowen lightly fingers the pendent that hung around his neck.
“Hunter?” Chane asked cautiously, not being able to make sense of the red heads actions.
“I am going to need the corporation of the town’s people and I need to talk to some who has seen the creature more closely. Also show me the houses in which the victims were taken from. Once I get everything I need together I will head in to the forest and try to retrieve the missing people and dispose of whatever took them.” Rowen looked up at the chief with serious eyes. “I have to warn you that I cannot promise that I can being them back alive, but I can promise that the your town will never be threatened by this again.”
“I understand.” Chane stood from his seat and bowed. “You have our greatest appreciation.”
Rowen spent the next two days gathering information on the cat-like creature, the victims, and the basic layout of the forest. On the third day he rested and prepared for his mission that started that night.
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The light of the moon slipped through the braches of the trees, illuminating the old dark forest. The pale light made the forest give off an even more eerie look about the place than it normally was. A figure moved within the shadows of the trees, slinking through the old woods. Rowen stepped quietly around twigs and anything that would make sound and give away his position. Emerging from the shadows his red hair shone more brightly in against his paled surroundings and his eyes gleamed when the light hit them.
Traveling deeper in to the woods he came upon the opening of a cave. He approached it cautiously and peered in to its dark depths. There was a snap of a twig behind him; he whirled around unsheathing his sword as he did so. His steel grey eyes darted back and forth, trying to find the source of the sound, but his sharp eyes could see nothing. Suddenly something pounced out of the darkness of the cave and slammed into his back, sending him spiraling to the forest floor. Rowen used the moment of his fall to flip himself over back on to his feet. The cat-like creature which had slammed into him prepared to launch another attack; it bared its fangs and retracted its claws. A deep low growl came from the creature’s throat right before it charged again. Rowen raised his sword the moment the beast pounced, brining it down in one swift arch, severing the beast head from its body.
Someone started to clap behind him. He turned around to find a young male no older than 20 with jet black hair and gold piercing eyes. “I am impressed, Hunter. There have only been two others who have ever tangled with my minions and survived. One in which I killed and the other I left alive to wither away with old age.” The vampire grinned showing off his fangs.
“Last time I checked I was not withering away.” The vampire’s grin faded.
“There is no way it was you. The incident happened more than….”
“Fifty years ago during the winter near a remote village of the northern mountains, I know.” Rowen looked at the vampire with calm eyes as it looked back at him with suspicious ones. “If you still do not believe me then just take a look at this.” Reaching into his black shirt Rowen pulled out his friend’s pendant.
The vampire’s eyes widened with shock and what looked like horror. “Immortal.”
“I have to give you credit, you are smarter than you look.” Rowen said, almost smugly.
The dark-haired vampire growled in rage as it drew the sword from it’s belt and charged at Rowen. All sense and reason drained from its being as its animalistic natures took over. Rowen met the vampire strike for strike blocking its attacks with ease. The battle was long and fierce between the two immortals. Neither being able to overtake the other in skill or strength.
The vampire lost his footing which Rowen took advantage of. As the vampire fell forward the Hunter thrusts his sword in to the heart of the Nobel Undead.
The vampire laughed sickly. “Since you defeated me, I will let you in on a little secret. Your friend, Luc, may be dead, but that does not mean he does not walk among the living.”
Rowen looked at the dieing vampire fiercely. “What do you mean by that!?” The vampire laughed one more time before his body turned to ash, leaving Rowen’s question unanswered.
A/N: I know, I suck at writing. Tell me something I don't know.
Title: Vampire Hunter
Author: Strata Taisen
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,261
Summary: Just an original story I wrote for my Creative Writing class. It's about a Vampire Hunter and a mission. ^^;; Suck at making Summaries.
he sun burned red as it slowly set beneath the turquoise sea. A young man with hair the color of blood and eyes the color of a sword’s blade stood silently on the rocky costal shore. He watched the scene before him with emotionless eyes. If someone had passed him standing there on the road they would have thought him to be a knight or a brigand. For he was clad in black breeches and a tight dark shirt; black armor covering the length of his arm and a sword hanging from his hip. However, with one glance to the mark on his right forearm they would have realized what he really was; a member of the Hunter’s Guild, a warrior who fought the creatures that plagued the night.
His name was Rowen Nightfellow and he was on his way to his next assignment from the Hunters’ Guild. The mission was taking him to the small port town in the country of Gitsu. There the citizens of the town had reported the mysterious disappearances of several people. The reports indicated that there had been no signs of forced entry in to the victims’ homes or any sort of struggle from the victims themselves. It was almost as if the victims had willing opened the door for the assailant and gone off with it. These actions lead Rowen to believe that the assailant to be a vampire. The undead creatures had the ability to hypnotize their victims to lure them out in to the open so they could feed upon them. However, the council did not agree with his theory and sent out a recon team to gather more information. And when they never returned they sent him to dispose of the assailant and bring the missing people back, but if his theory was right there was little chance that he would be able to bring them back, alive in any case.
Rowen began his walk to the town once again as the last bit of the sun disappeared, leaving a rough color in the sky. The songs of the night started to grow louder with the waning light. He did not bother building a torch; all the long years of training and the fact he was not like most humans had enabled him to see better in the dark than. He was not in a hurry to get to the town, but if he kept at the pace was going through the night he would be able to reach the town by noon the next day.
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Rowen walked in to the small run down coastal town of Tsuhi. It was like any other town he had been to before. Small, poor, dirty, and full of fear. So much fear that it felt like it was oozing out of every crack and crevice in the town. Fear of what? The creature that hunted them and their loved ones during the night, of course. The townsfolk looked out at him through cracked doors and windows and the ones that passed him the street did not even look at him at all. He ignored them as they did him, already used to this kind of treatment from the years of traveling he did as a Hunter.
He stopped in front of what looked like the town’s meeting hall. The building was old and worn; looking like it could use a few good coats of paint and repair to the roof. Rowen silently prayed that the town chief was not some old man that he would be stuck listening to babble on idiotically or some rich snob that would think he could order him around because he was hired by the town. He pushed open the warped, paint chipping doors and entered the small meeting room. The first thing that hit him was the smell of the room. Old musk and sea water. Next were the round tables and chairs were scattered throughout the tiny room, making it look more like a tavern than a meeting hall. Sharpe grey eye’s scanned the room looking for the town chief.
“Are you the one that the Hunter’s Guild has sent?” Rowen cringed at the sound of the old raspy voice that had asked him a question. Looking over he was surprised to find a warrior like figure instead of the hunched over old man that he had expected to see. Sitting at a table in the corner of the room was a tall and well muscled man in his late sixties, his short white hair was slicked back from his battle hardened face and a well kept beard covered his strong jaw line.
“I am.” The fiery-haired hunter moved to sit across from the other man. “And I am assuming that you are the Town Chief?”
“Yes. My name is Chane Rester, but please call me Chane.” The chief looked Rowen over, a frown forming on his face at what he saw. “I had not expected the guild to send someone as young as yourself.”
Rowen glared at Chane. It annoyed him when people assumed that just because he looked young that he was really young. “I may look young sir, but I most likely older than you. And I am the best the guild has.”
The chief eyed him suspiciously. “What is your name?”
“Rowen Nightfellow.”
Chane’s body tensed as he sat up a little straighter. “I am sorry. I did not realize..”
“It is fine. You are not the first person to make the mistake.” Rowen looked hard at the older man sitting across the table from him, ready to stop talking pleasantries and start talking business. “Now, tell me about the disappearances.”
“They started about six months ago, at first no one took notice of them because it was not unusual for people to leave this town with no one noticing. But then the disappearances became more frequent and there were reports of a creature being sighted near the forest’s edge by some of the villagers….” The chief was interrupted once again by the young looking Hunter.
“Creature? There was nothing about a creature in the report you sent the guild.” Questioned Rowen harshly.
“We did not think that it had anything to do with the disappearances, so we let it be.” Explained Chane. “None of the homes had been forced into and I think we would have heard something if the beast broke into someone’s home and took them away.”
“That is true but many of the undead have creatures as minions to scout out their next victims.” Rowen pinched to bridge of his nose to ward off the head ache he knew was coming. Common folk and even chiefs such as Chane could be so dense sometimes. “Tell me what this thing looks like.”
Chane closed his eyes as if trying to picture it in his head. “I have only seen the creature once and a mere glance at that. But from what the others have told me it is a large beast, catlike in it’s movements and looks. They could not tell what color it fur was from the lack of light, but it’s eye, they say, were glowing red as blood.”
As Chane continued on with his explanation Rowen sat there stiff and ridged. This creature, it could not be the same kind that had attacked Luc, his best friend and partner, and himself all those years ago when they were hunting down a notorious vampire. Rowen closed his eyes as thought back to that day.
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It had been a cold winter’s night and the two of them were hunting an elusive vampire in a remote village of the northern mountains. They were closing in on the being when several cat-like creatures sprang out of the darkness of the shadows and attacked them. It was obvious that the creatures were servants of the vampire for they put themselves between the two Hunters and the vampire. The vampire grinned back at them before disappearing in to the dark trees of the forest. By the time they had disposed of the beasts the vampire was long gone. Rowen turned to one of the beast to examine it, his back to his partner Luc. He heard a brief struggle behind and then a grunt. He whirled around just in time to see his friend fall to the ground before something hard hit the back of his skull, knocking him it to the darkness of unconsciousness.
When he woke the next morning he was back in the village, injures healed and body rested. The villagers had told him that he was the only one they found. The dead creatures’ bodies and his friend were no where to be found. It was as if Luc had vanished in to thin air, leave behind the emerald pendent that he had refused to take off no matter what the reason.
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Rowen lightly fingers the pendent that hung around his neck.
“Hunter?” Chane asked cautiously, not being able to make sense of the red heads actions.
“I am going to need the corporation of the town’s people and I need to talk to some who has seen the creature more closely. Also show me the houses in which the victims were taken from. Once I get everything I need together I will head in to the forest and try to retrieve the missing people and dispose of whatever took them.” Rowen looked up at the chief with serious eyes. “I have to warn you that I cannot promise that I can being them back alive, but I can promise that the your town will never be threatened by this again.”
“I understand.” Chane stood from his seat and bowed. “You have our greatest appreciation.”
Rowen spent the next two days gathering information on the cat-like creature, the victims, and the basic layout of the forest. On the third day he rested and prepared for his mission that started that night.
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The light of the moon slipped through the braches of the trees, illuminating the old dark forest. The pale light made the forest give off an even more eerie look about the place than it normally was. A figure moved within the shadows of the trees, slinking through the old woods. Rowen stepped quietly around twigs and anything that would make sound and give away his position. Emerging from the shadows his red hair shone more brightly in against his paled surroundings and his eyes gleamed when the light hit them.
Traveling deeper in to the woods he came upon the opening of a cave. He approached it cautiously and peered in to its dark depths. There was a snap of a twig behind him; he whirled around unsheathing his sword as he did so. His steel grey eyes darted back and forth, trying to find the source of the sound, but his sharp eyes could see nothing. Suddenly something pounced out of the darkness of the cave and slammed into his back, sending him spiraling to the forest floor. Rowen used the moment of his fall to flip himself over back on to his feet. The cat-like creature which had slammed into him prepared to launch another attack; it bared its fangs and retracted its claws. A deep low growl came from the creature’s throat right before it charged again. Rowen raised his sword the moment the beast pounced, brining it down in one swift arch, severing the beast head from its body.
Someone started to clap behind him. He turned around to find a young male no older than 20 with jet black hair and gold piercing eyes. “I am impressed, Hunter. There have only been two others who have ever tangled with my minions and survived. One in which I killed and the other I left alive to wither away with old age.” The vampire grinned showing off his fangs.
“Last time I checked I was not withering away.” The vampire’s grin faded.
“There is no way it was you. The incident happened more than….”
“Fifty years ago during the winter near a remote village of the northern mountains, I know.” Rowen looked at the vampire with calm eyes as it looked back at him with suspicious ones. “If you still do not believe me then just take a look at this.” Reaching into his black shirt Rowen pulled out his friend’s pendant.
The vampire’s eyes widened with shock and what looked like horror. “Immortal.”
“I have to give you credit, you are smarter than you look.” Rowen said, almost smugly.
The dark-haired vampire growled in rage as it drew the sword from it’s belt and charged at Rowen. All sense and reason drained from its being as its animalistic natures took over. Rowen met the vampire strike for strike blocking its attacks with ease. The battle was long and fierce between the two immortals. Neither being able to overtake the other in skill or strength.
The vampire lost his footing which Rowen took advantage of. As the vampire fell forward the Hunter thrusts his sword in to the heart of the Nobel Undead.
The vampire laughed sickly. “Since you defeated me, I will let you in on a little secret. Your friend, Luc, may be dead, but that does not mean he does not walk among the living.”
Rowen looked at the dieing vampire fiercely. “What do you mean by that!?” The vampire laughed one more time before his body turned to ash, leaving Rowen’s question unanswered.
A/N: I know, I suck at writing. Tell me something I don't know.