Vampire hunter arrives in town.

 

Takes job to eliminate the resident duke of land, a vampire.

 

Kills away, on his path to the castle, and discovers V’s plan

 

He protects the Vampire’s victim,

 

She discovers something in his bag

 

The hunter  is attacked by her

 

He kills her and arrives at the Vampire’s hall, bleeding

He fights the vampire

 

Interlude, where the Vampire claims humans cannot win

 

Hunter shows he is indeed a vampire.

 

He destroys the vampire, but is seen by a villager

 

Cast out, he moves on, to the next town.

 

Some years later, he still feels the pain of the scars and hunts the woman who administered them.

 

He finds here back in the same village, chased into a corner, he watches her crucified, and leaves her.

 

 

 

 

            “A long time ago, years ago, to be certain, I was told a very charming story of a man who dressed in all black, from his toes to his head, he was the embodiment of shadows when the shade crossed his face, the only visible skin he ever showed the world. This man, the shade, was known to be a hunter, a killer of killers/

 

            So much was he like a shade, that his name at that time was synonymous with the word. He was called Darke, and he walked as if hell were before him, and he were bound and determined to bring the devil to his knees.

 

            And for a time, it seemed to those who crossed him, that his ominous agenda was exactly that. He was always striding through the darkness as those he hunted, his long legs carrying from hideout to fortress, his sword cutting for him a clear path. The devil, surely, trembled before his might.

 

            One day, such a man, the man named Darke came to our village, and stayed for a while, bringing with him Hope, Joy, Fear, Pain and Ecstasy all through his stay, while he hunted the monsters that plagued us in those times. You’re probably too young to have known much, but they used to rule over this land, and bend us to their will when they saw to it. We rarely left the village in those times. Oh, it seems like now everyone is coming and going…”

 

            “Anyways, I suppose I should tell you about Darke, and his stay here, huh?”

 

 

            With his hat tipped against the setting sun, a man came to town, some years ago, his mount calmly stepping through the shadows, it seemed, almost gliding with ease, as a cat would have walking a thin path high in the air. The horse didn’t seem to bounce him at all, he was close to the horse in a way few riders are ever. Watching him slide down was like watching silk fall from a sleeping child’s fingertips. He drew about him a cloak that seemed to devour the light that was the falling sun and tied the horse as he made his way to the door of the inn. Lucky for him that he’d arrived when he had.

 

            When monsters still ruled us, the sun’s falling fortold the end of any who ventured outside or opened their doors to any.  In his time, the Duke was still in the big castle on the other side of the woods to the west of our little town of Durendem. The castle is ruins now, but if anything, the Duke had kept it very nice.