Another day, another harvest. The beautiful moonlight lit up the dark rubble of the old, abandoned castle, the black stones made it ever so hard to spot anyone. Making it the perfect place to hide. “Hey, hey, hey, anyone here.” a tired voice called out. His long white hair obscured his vision, so it was even harder for him to see. “This isn’t funny, it’s getting late.” the man continued to say, he covered his mouth trying to muffle his yawn as he continued searching the rubble for someone. He placed his hand on the hat that was on his head trying to stop it from blowing away. “Man, it’s cold, hurry up, come out.” his ears twitched upon hearing the sound of someone gasping for air, it sounded like the dust from the rubble was too much to handle, “Geez, you could have hidden somewhere else, why did you choose here. I might as well save you from this dusty prison.” he walks towards the direction of the sound, upset that this person is delaying his harvest. Behind the pile of stones a man quivers in fear, trying to cover his mouth so as to not make a peep. The only sound that filled this desolate night was footstep clacking across the stone flooring. “Did you know this castle was destroyed by a riot, a revolution to say.” the tired man with white hair said, his black attire blending in with the night sky. He was the harvester, Alexander La Morte. “They say corrupt politicians stay in power longer than good politicians, maybe that’s why this castle fell so quickly. Because right after the monarch fell, the country quickly fell into dictatorship.” Alexander was just saying empty words, bored out of his mind. He stood in front of the pile of rubble and peeked over.
“Found you,” he said. The man hidden behind it looked up, scared out of his wits. Alexander raises his scythe, “No hard feelings right?” and struck.
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It’s a funny feeling, having to hunt your own kind. All my life I was trained to hunt vampires, these beings that threaten the very existence of humans is nothing to fear in the face of me. So you can guess how surprised I was to get attacked by a vampire in pure daylight. That vampire, to say the least, was the king of vampires, Dracula. I had no chance of protecting myself when I met him, I assume he didn’t think I would pose a threat to him in the future, he left me to die in a ditch. Instead of dying I was ‘reborn’ as a vampire. There’s a bit of irony to my life, a vampire that’s a vampire hunter. Cursed to wander the earth in the darkness. I shifted the hat around my head.
The man continued to walk along the old path with no trace of the vampire besides his ashes that drifted in the wind. He received a tip not too long ago about a man, or well vampire, that managed to integrate into human society, that wouldn’t have been such a big problem if the man wasn’t kidnapping women and children on the side. The man was a big wig that owned an oil mine. He had money power and influence, all the more easier to get away with these types of crime. Alexander hated men like this, the ones that believe that through wealth and greed they can escape justice. “He reveals the deep things of darkness and brings utter darkness into the light.” he quoted as he continued down the rugged dirt path. “Darkness dies in light” he chuckled as he saw the sun starting to rise. He tipped his hat downwards so as to not get hurt by the sun’s treacherous rays as he entered the bustling ol city. Men were busy extinguishing the streetlamp flames and horse drawn carriages were filling up the once empty streets. Alexander knew he better retreat to an inn as soon as possible, however he wanted to gather more information