The Hypothetical AU Meme, Shamelessly stolen from Hope
As if I wasn't taking enough classes this semester, I decide to do this too. Oi vey. Anyway, poke the mun whenever ya like. And poke and poke, until it gets finished. Feel free to request any of my characters as well. ^_^
The Hypothetical AU Meme:
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The Hypothetical AU Meme:
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“I’ve never actually seen him, but I hear he’s killed over a thousand vamps.”
“I heard it was closer to two thousand.” Each vampire seemed to be trying to outdo each other with tales of the famous vampire hunter that was hot on their trail, perhaps as a way to distract themselves from the fact they were pinned down inside the old abandoned church while the sun was still out.
An unknown voice broke into the conversation. “My kitten walks on velvet feet and makes no sound at all; and in the doorway nightly sits to watch the darkness fall. I think he loves the lady night-”
“Shut up!” A pale, blonde-haired beauty snapped at the vampire curled up in the corner, who seemed to be completely unaware of where he was or what was going on around him.
Her mate, a dark-haired Spainiard, put a hand on her shoulder in a calming sort of manner. “Let it go, quierda. Heard that one used to be really powerful. Then his entire clan got wiped out by, well, him. Sire, mate, everyone. He left the mad one to roast in the sun. Fuck knows how the poor bastard escaped, but he hasn’t been right in the head since.”
Taking no heed, the vampire continued his strange little ditty. “-and feels a kin to her, whose footsteps are as still as his, whose touch as soft as fur." He stared at the vampires that surrounded him. He pulled out an old pocketwatch and consulted it. It wouldn’t be long now.
Indeed it wasn’t. The vampire hunter announced his presence by breaking down the door with a single blow, standing in the frame that was left.. There was silence for a moment. Then the snickering began. Despite their earlier fears, the vampires couldn’t help it. Whoever it was they had been expecting, they didn’t anticipate this. The man was large and round. In fact, he was downright fat.
This lasted for a moment or two, until the round hunter stepped forward and impaled the first one with a wooden stake. The laughing stopped as abruptly as it began. As the vampire crumbled into a pile of dust, another human appeared from behind the big man. This one was as lean as the other was fat “Now see, it ain’t nice to laugh at Fred, ‘specially when he’s about to kill all’s o’ youse.” All hell broke loose as the vampire hunter proceeded to kick the collective ass of every vampire in the buliding.
As the chaos engulfed the surroundings, the mad one used his unnatural speed to reach a window, the stained glass now shattered from Fred throwing another one of the vampires through it. He could hear the shriek as the last of the sun’s rays fried her. He paused for a moment, resembling a twisted, dark angel as he perched in the frame as the sunlight disappeared over the horizon, reveling in the destruction that was wrought forth on those below. “And as I sit and watch this spectrum, eyes as soft as pearl. My isolation within me keeps, then fears within unfurl.”
He gave a soft laugh. Like an elephant or buffalo, the man could not be stopped. He was like a monolithic force of nature, unstoppable in his quest. Mark clapped, appreciative of the spectacle, as though it were a play put on just for him . He gave a short bow in the direction of the rotund vampire hunter before jumping out the window. He landed on his feet, cat-like, listening as the last of the destruction ended. He stood for a moment, pressed against the old church as he consulted his watch. It was soon over, the vampire clan demolished. Peering around the corner, he watched as Fred emerged from the old church, talking to his skinny companion. “Think I missed one or two in there.”
“I’m sure you’ll catch up to the last of them wankers later on, Freddy. How’s about a pint down at the pub? I’m right parched.”
Fred snorted, handing Mort his trusty stake. “Don’t see how y’could be. You didn’t do jack shit in there to help me out.”
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Mad eyes watched as the two walked off into the night. He quietly finished his prose, whispering it to the rising moon.“The walls are around me, All of black and old. The family that once there gone, the memory now grown cold.” He spared a moment to look at the church before he walked off the growing gloom of the night.
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This is the best. And I love that Martini's (pun intended) a batshit crazy vampire. And Mortimer's slang omg! I wonder what happens in the life of a guy like Fred to just make him go "I think I'll hunt vampires".
Anyway, I loved it. LOVED it. *hugs*
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