Kiss Of The Vampire

( The Girl with the Sharp sword)

WrathBuh69/Garen Original story

Mission two: Night hunters!

As they walk a few moments later, Ethan and his teammates arrive and inform them that they will not be taking part in this fight and order them to go home.for now they'll handle it.

And as he saw Ethan have 50 men with him and one particular man picked his attention.

And Ethan informs him about the guy. He's name is Ben Railey; he's the strongest among the hunters. Now that he's here, you won't need to worry about us. We've been doing these for years, so we're good at our job.

I'll send you and Denver home with some of my guys here just to be sure you guys are safely home. And one more thing, we'll take custody of this guy (pointing at the vampire that's getting handcuffs.

It's not an ordinary handcuff; it's meant to stop a vampire because it's made out of full silver so a vampire can't move our use it's immense strength). Deyviel, ok, (he sighed), then just don't kill her. " "What? We made a deal that we won't kill her if she cooperates with us, and when I look into her eyes, I can sense she was forced to become one, not willingly. "Tsk, you're a good kid, Deyviel.

You always see good in each and everyone you meet. So Ethan, can you do that for me?" (H asks.) "Fi, I'll see what I can do. Now go you two.

We'll take things from here now. As they part ways, Deyviel thinks at those vampire eyes that look she was just forced by someone.

And as they approach the bridge that will bring them into the city, Deyviel and Denver stop the truck. "Hey sir, I got a bad feeling we need to go back and help them. Hey Mr. Officer, can you give us a gun or two? Deyviel asked, pointing to the guns.

"I think that gun has a silver bullet, right? Let us borrow it. (He asked again and smiled.) Thunder: Bruh, no way. You'll be screwed if we lend you one a civilian. (He answered.)

Then help us go back and fight with them or lend us. (He smuggly asks) The officer hesitates before answering. "Ok, ok.. well, going to help you go back and fight, Ken, give them guns (the officer named Mark ordered, and after that they turn around to help their friend)

meanwhile, Ethan and the others reach the church and quickly surround the area as . Antonio Mizuno, Jake Maria with me, and here,

" he said, throwing a spray at them.

"What are these? Mizuno asks. It's odor masking, it'll mask our smell from these guys so they won't notice us and you stay here.

As he approaches the door, he hears Mizuno spot a broken part of the wall, so they silently enter there and they can hear voices, so Ethan orders them a move slowly and watch our their 6.

As they approach the meeting area, they hear, "Well, having this meeting for our upcoming ball for the elite was celebrating our king 500 years of leading us into prosperity!

And the location of the virgin key! No one can stop our taking over this world! And all of the lower-rank vampires cheered. As for now, I gather you to have a feast! Berserkers bring them!

"As he said, more vampires enter the room and bring more humans." For fuck sake! We'll go to engage at my signal. As the vampires bare their fangs, something rolls in the middle of them.

And a loud bang was heard, and all of the vampire roll led around and fell back because of the flashbang. "Men! Open fire!! He shouted,

"Make sure you don't hit the hostage!! As they opened fire, the hostage scattered and fled the scene. And Ethan rushed in and faced the elder.

"So you're the infamous Ethan, what they call you again? Oh, I remember Ethan Allen the vampire slayer! What a pleasant surprise to have such a named hero here. He mockingly said,

"Surrender now or we'll be going to turn you into ashes. Oh, so your treating me with those guns of yours? Like what bullets that cover with silver? You know it won't against a high-rank vampire like me. that's mean for a small fray, that's only going to tickle me.

And Ethan just smiled. Bang! And the vampire leg was bleeding. B...but how? He shockingly asked. "Welp, we got an upgrade; this is no mere silver bullet; it's drenched in holy water and blessed by the pope" (he answered and winked)

so if you want to see the moon, come with us.

"You damp human!! He lounges at him and Ethan unsheaths his silver sword as they fight the elder grabs a human and uses him as a shield.

And Ethan hesitates that the time one berserker lounges at him and slashes his back. As Ethan falls, the elder laughs maniacally.

Ow, you humans always fall with that trick. How sad for the infamous Slayer. Damn it (he said),

"Now die you filthy human as hes claw approaches Ethan someone cuts it and the other kicks him sending him back.

The heroes have arrived! Deyviel said while posting like a hero. "Bruh, can you take this seriously? Denver scolded him while he helped Ethan stand up again. "Man, you both are pain in my buttocks.

" But thanks for the save," he smiled at them. "Alright, I'll cover you guys. Attack him with these.

He threw his sword at Deyviel.That's made in silver and blessed by the pope so it can permanently cut him," he ordered, pointing his gun at the elder.

"I don't like taking orders, but whatever, well, counting on you," he said and rushes into fighting the elder.

The atmosphere in the old abandoned church was thick with tension, the air crackling with the anticipation of battle.

Deyviel, Denver, and Ethan stood together, a united front against the dark forces that threatened to engulf them.

The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows on the walls, illuminating the faces of the vampires gathered for their sinister meeting.

As Deyviel gripped the silver sword, he felt a surge of adrenaline. He had always been the one to see the good in others, but now he was ready to fight for what he believed in. The vampire elder, a towering figure with an air of arrogance, sneered at them, his fangs glistening in the dim light.

"You think you can challenge me?" the elder taunted, his voice dripping with disdain. "You are nothing but mere mortals, playing at being heroes."

Ethan, still recovering from the earlier attack, steadied himself. "We’re not just mortals. We’re hunters, and we’ve come to end your reign of terror."

Deyviel stepped forward, sword in hand, determination etched on his face. "You’ve taken too much from us. It ends here."

With a roar, the elder lunged at Ethan, but Deyviel was quicker. He swung the silver sword, aiming for the elder's neck. The blade connected, and the elder howled in pain, stumbling back. The silver burned him, a testament to its power.Now!" Ethan shouted, rallying his friends. "We need to keep the pressure on him!"

Denver, armed with a gun loaded with the blessed silver bullets, took aim. "Cover me!" he yelled, darting to the side to get a better angle. He fired, the bullet striking the elder in the shoulder. The vampire staggered, his eyes wide with shock.

"You think you can defeat me with mere weapons?" the elder spat, his arrogance faltering. "I am centuries old! You are nothing!"

But Deyviel wasn’t listening. He charged forward, fueled by a mix of fear and anger. He swung the sword again, this time aiming for the elder’s heart. The elder caught the blade with his hand, but the silver burned through his flesh, causing him to scream in agony.

Enough of this!" the elder bellowed, his voice echoing through the church. He summoned the berserkers, their monstrous forms emerging from the shadows, ready to attack.

"Watch out!" Ethan shouted, but it was too late. The berserkers lunged at them, and chaos erupted. Deyviel fought with all his might, parrying blows and striking back with the silver sword. Denver fired his gun, taking down one berserker after another, but more kept coming.

"Stay together!" Ethan yelled, trying to keep the group coordinated. "We can’t let them separate us!"

As they fought, Deyviel caught a glimpse of the vampire hostage, a young woman bound and terrified in the corner. His heart ached for her. "We have to save her!" he shouted, dodging a berserker's attack.

"I’ll cover you!" Denver replied, firing at the nearest berserker. "Go!"

Deyviel sprinted toward the hostage, slicing through the ropes that bound her. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

"I—I think so," she stammered, her eyes wide with fear. "But we need to get out of here!"

Just then, the elder roared in fury, his eyes locking onto Deyviel. "You dare defy me? You will pay for this insolence!"

Ethan, hearing the elder's threat, turned just in time to see Deyviel free the hostage. "Get her to safety!" he shouted. "We’ll hold him off!"

With a nod, Deyviel grabbed the woman’s hand, leading her toward the exit. But the elder was relentless, charging at them with a speed that belied his age. Just as he was about to reach them, Ethan stepped in front, sword raised.

"Not today!" he shouted, slashing at the elder once more. The blade connected, and the elder howled in pain, staggering back.

"Go!" Ethan urged, his voice strained. "Get her out of here!"

Deyviel hesitated, torn between helping Ethan and ensuring the hostage's safety. But Denver's voice broke through the chaos. "We’ll be fine! Just go!"

With a final glance back, Deyviel pulled the hostage along, racing toward the exit. The sounds of battle echoed behind them, but he focused on getting her to safety. They burst through the doors of the church, the night air hitting them like a wave.

"Keep running!" Deyviel urged, glancing back to see the chaos unfolding inside. He could only hope Ethan and Denver would be able to hold their ground against the elder and the berserkers.

As they reached the edge of the church grounds, Deyviel turned to the woman, urgency in his voice. "We need to find a safe place to hide. Do you know anywhere nearby?"

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She nodded, her breath coming in quick gasps. "There’s an old warehouse a few blocks away. It’s abandoned, but it should be safe for now.""Lead the way,"

Deyviel said, keeping a watchful eye on the church as they moved. The sounds of battle still echoed in the distance, and he felt a pang of worry for Ethan and Denver. They had to hold on until he could return.

As they sprinted toward the warehouse, Deyviel's mind raced. He couldn't shake the feeling that they were running out of time. The elder would not be easily defeated, and the berserkers were relentless. He had to trust that Ethan and Denver could handle themselves, but the weight of responsibility pressed heavily on his shoulders.

They reached the warehouse, and Deyviel quickly pushed the door open, ushering the woman inside. "Stay low and quiet," he instructed, scanning the dimly lit interior for any signs of danger. The place was dusty and filled with old crates, providing ample hiding spots.

Once they were inside, Deyviel took a moment to catch his breath. "What’s your name?" he asked, turning to the woman.

"Clara," she replied, her voice trembling. "Thank you for saving me. I thought I was going to die in there."

"You’re safe now, Clara," Deyviel reassured her. "We’ll figure this out together."

Just then, a loud crash echoed from the direction of the church, followed by the unmistakable sound of a berserker's roar. Deyviel's heart raced. "I have to go back," he said, determination flooding his veins. "I can’t leave them to fight alone."

Clara grabbed his arm, her eyes wide with fear. "No! You can’t go back! It’s too dangerous!"

"I can’t just sit here while they’re in trouble," Deyviel insisted, shaking off her grip. "I have to help them, besides I'm a hero "(he wink)

Before he could take another step, a loud bang reverberated through the warehouse, and the door burst open. Deyviel spun around, ready to fight, but it was Ethan and Denver, battered but alive.

"Deyviel! We need to move!" Ethan shouted, urgency in his voice. "The elder is coming, and he’s not alone!"

Deyviel’s heart sank. "What about the hostage? We can’t leave her behind!"

Denver stepped forward, his face grim. "We’ll come back for her. Right now, we need to get out of here before they find us."

Clara stepped out from her hiding spot, her eyes wide with fear. "I’m not going anywhere without you!"

Ethan nodded, his expression softening. "You’re safe with us, Clara. But we have to go now."

With no time to waste, Deyviel took Clara’s hand, and they followed Ethan and Denver out of the warehouse.

The night air was thick with tension, and the sounds of the battle still echoed in the distance. They moved quickly, staying low and quiet, hoping to evade the elder and his minions.

As they made their way through the shadows, Deyviel couldn’t shake the feeling that the fight was far from over. The elder would come for them, and when he did, they would need to be ready.

The group moved swiftly through the darkened streets, the adrenaline still coursing through their veins. Deyviel kept a firm grip on Clara’s hand, ensuring she stayed close. The night was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos they had just escaped.

“Where are we going?” Clara whispered, glancing nervously over her shoulder.

“There’s a safe house not far from here,” Ethan replied, his voice steady despite the urgency of their situation. “We can regroup and plan our next move.”

Denver, scanning the area for any signs of danger, added, “We need to keep moving. The elder won’t take long to track us down.”

As they rounded a corner, Deyviel felt a chill run down his spine. The air was thick with an unnatural energy, and he could sense that they were being watched. “We should hurry,” he urged, quickening his pace.

They reached the safe house, a nondescript building tucked away in a quiet alley. Ethan pushed the door open, and they all slipped inside, closing it quietly behind them. The interior was dimly lit, with only a few flickering candles casting shadows on the walls.

“Stay here,” Ethan instructed, his tone serious. “I’ll check the perimeter.”

Deyviel nodded, still holding Clara’s hand. “You okay?” he asked, concern etched on his face.

“I’m just scared,” Clara admitted, her voice trembling. “I thought I was going to die back there.”

“You’re safe now,” Deyviel reassured her, trying to project confidence. “We won’t let anything happen to you.”

As Ethan moved through the house, Denver began to check their supplies. “We need to restock on weapons and ammo,” he said, rummaging through a nearby cabinet. “We can’t go into another fight unprepared.”

Deyviel glanced at Clara, who was still visibly shaken. “Do you want some water?” he asked, moving toward a small sink in the corner.

“Yeah, that would be nice,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

As Deyviel filled a cup with water, he couldn’t shake the feeling of impending danger. The elder was powerful, and they had only managed to escape by the skin of their teeth. He turned back to Clara, handing her the cup. “Here, drink this. It’ll help.”

Thank you,” she said, taking a sip. “I just can’t believe this is happening. I thought vampires were just stories.”

“They’re real, and they’re dangerous,” Deyviel said, his expression serious. “But we’re going to stop them.”

Just then, Ethan returned, his face grim. “We need to move again. I saw some movement outside. The elder is close.”

“Damn it,” Denver cursed, slamming the cabinet door shut. “We can’t keep running forever.”

“We need to find a way to confront him,” Ethan said, determination in his eyes. “We can’t let him continue his plans. We have to end this.”

Deyviel felt a surge of resolve. “I’m with you. We can’t let him hurt anyone else.”

Clara looked between them, fear and admiration in her eyes. “What can I do to help?”

Ethan placed a hand on her shoulder. “Just stay close to us. We’ll protect you.”

As they prepared to leave the safe house, Deyviel felt a sense of purpose wash over him. They were a team, and together they could face whatever darkness lay ahead.

“Let’s move,” Ethan said, leading the way out of the safe house. The night was still, but Deyviel could feel the tension in the air, a storm brewing just out of sight. They had to be ready for whatever came next.

As they stepped back into the shadows, Deyviel glanced at Clara, who was now standing tall, her fear replaced by a flicker of determination. He knew that they were all in this together, and no matter what happened, they would fight to protect each other.

The battle was far from over, but they were ready to face it head-on. With their hearts set on victory, they moved forward into the night, prepared to confront the elder and his minions once and for all.

The group slipped back into the night, the weight of their mission pressing heavily on their shoulders. Deyviel kept a watchful eye on Clara, who walked with newfound resolve, her earlier fear slowly transforming into a fierce determination. He admired her strength; she was no longer just a frightened girl but a vital part of their fight.

As they navigated the winding streets, Ethan led the way, his instincts sharp and alert. Denver followed closely behind, his hands resting on the weapons strapped to his sides, ready for anything. Deyviel and Clara brought up the rear, their footsteps muffled against the cobblestones.

“Do you think we’ll find him?” Clara asked, her voice steady but laced with uncertainty.

We will,” Ethan replied, glancing back at her. “We have to. The longer we wait, the more people he can hurt.”

Deyviel felt a surge of anger at the thought of the elder’s cruelty. “We’ll make him pay for what he’s done,” he vowed, his grip tightening around the hilt of his dagger.

They turned a corner and entered a more desolate part of the city, the buildings looming like silent sentinels. The atmosphere felt charged, as if the very air was alive with anticipation. Deyviel could sense the elder’s presence lurking just beyond their reach, a predator waiting to pounce.

“Stay alert,” Ethan warned, his voice low. “We’re getting close.”

sound of distant footsteps echoed through the alleyways. Denver raised a hand, signaling for them to halt. “I hear something,” he whispered, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the darkness.

Deyviel strained to listen, his heart racing. The footsteps grew louder, accompanied by a low, menacing growl that sent chills down his spine. “It’s him,” he breathed, adrenaline surging through him.

Ethan nodded, his expression resolute. “We need to find cover. If it’s the elder, we can’t confront him out in the open.”

They quickly ducked behind a stack of crates, their breaths shallow as they waited. The footsteps drew nearer, and Deyviel could see a shadowy figure emerging from the gloom. The elder was tall and imposing, his eyes glowing with an unnatural light as he prowled the streets, searching for them.

“Stay quiet,” Ethan instructed, his voice barely above a whisper. “We need to wait for the right moment.”

Clara clutched Deyviel’s arm, her body tense with fear. He turned to her, offering a reassuring nod. “We’ll get through this,” he promised, though he could feel the weight of uncertainty pressing down on him.

The elder paused, sniffing the air as if he could sense their presence. Deyviel’s heart raced; they were so close, yet so vulnerable. He could see the elder’s lips curl into a sinister smile, revealing sharp fangs that glinted in the dim light.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” the elder taunted, his voice dripping with malice. “I can smell your fear.”

Ethan exchanged a glance with Denver, and they both nodded. “On my count,” Ethan whispered, his eyes locked on the elder. “One… two… three!”

They sprang from their hiding place, weapons drawn. Deyviel charged forward, dagger at the ready, while Denver unleashed a volley of bullets aimed at the elder. Clara stayed close to Ethan, her heart pounding as she prepared to support them however she could.

The elder reacted with lightning speed, dodging Denver’s shots and lunging toward Deyviel. “Foolish mortals,” he hissed, his voice a low growl. “You think you can stop me?”

Deyviel met his gaze, unyielding. “We’re not afraid of you,” he declared, lunging forward with his dagger aimed at the elder’s heart.

The clash of steel rang out as the elder parried Deyviel’s attack, their eyes locked in a fierce battle of wills. Deyviel could feel the power radiating from the elder, but he refused to back down. He had to protect Clara and the others.

“Ethan, now!” Denver shouted, reloading his weapon as he prepared for another round of fire.

Ethan took advantage of the distraction, moving in swiftly to flank the elder. “You’ve terrorized too many lives,” he growled, swinging his weapon with precision.

The elder snarled, turning to face Ethan, but Deyviel seized the opportunity. He thrust his dagger forward, aiming for the elder’s vulnerable side. The blade found its mark, and the elder let out a howl of rage and pain.

“Get back!” Ethan shouted, as the elder staggered, his eyes blazing with fury. “He’s not done yet!” Deyviel side stepping to avoid the elder's slashses.

Deyviel felt a surge of triumph, but he knew they had to finish this. “Together!” he yelled, rallying the group. They had to strike as one, to end the elder’s reign of terror once and for all.

The elder stumbled back, clutching his side where Deyviel’s dagger had pierced him. His eyes, once filled with malice, now flickered with a mix of rage and disbelief. “You think this is over?” he spat, his voice a low, menacing growl. “You have no idea what you’re up against.”

The elder laughed, a harsh, mocking sound that echoed through the alley. “End this? You’re merely children playing at war. I have lived for centuries, and you think you can defeat me with mere small toys of yours, you making me laugh human.

Clara stepped forward, her voice strong despite the fear that gripped her heart. “You may have lived for centuries, but you’ve also made enemies. We’re not alone in this fight. Others will rise against you.”

The elder’s expression darkened, and he took a step back, his eyes narrowing. “You think your little band can stand against the empire can command ?

You are fools.” I'm we're the weakest among the elders, you don't stand a chance against the most powerful one.!"

Deyviel felt the weight of Clara’s words. They were not just fighting for themselves; they were fighting for everyone who had suffered under the elder’s terror of these vampire brings. “We’re not afraid of you,”

he said, his grip tightening on his dagger. “We’ll fight for every life you’ve taken. We will never forgive you you monster!”

"Stupid human!

With a roar of fury, the elder lunged forward, his claws extended, aiming to strike Deyviel down.

But Ethan was quicker, firing a shot that grazed the elder’s shoulder, causing him to falter. “Now, Deyviel!” he shouted.

Deyviel seized the moment, charging forward with all his strength.

He aimed for the elder’s heart once more, but the elder twisted away, his movements almost serpentine. “You think you can kill me so easily?”

he hissed, his voice dripping with venom.

Denver took aim again, his eyes focused.

“We’ll see about that, how a monster like you fend against modern weapons”

he said, firing another round. The bullets struck true, forcing the elder to stagger back, his face contorted in pain. "Damn, that cursed priest. I promise you if I got out of here I'll make sure to kill you first! " He murmur to himself.

“Enough!” the elder bellowed, his voice a surges of energy reverberating through the alley.a “You will pay for this insolence! Humans”

As he spoke, shadows began to swirl around him, coalescing into dark tendrils that lashed out toward the group.

Deyviel felt a wave of dread wash over him as the darkness threatened to engulf them. “Stay together! Thas his ability watch out!” he shouted, trying to rally his friends.

Clara raised her hands, channeling her own energy. “We can’t let him control us! Focus on the light!” she cried, her voice rising above the chaos.

Ethan nodded, determination etched on his face. “We fight together! We’re stronger than his darkness!”

With a surge of resolve, Deyviel pushed forward, his dagger gleaming in the dim light.

“For everyone you’ve hurt! "He shouted, charging at the elder once more, ready to face whatever darkness lay ahead.

As Deyviel pushed the dagger into the elder's heart, he managed to remove it and kick him and lounge at him.

"You... humans are underestimating me hahaha .

Now I'm going to savor your blood! Ethan and Denver shout,

"Deyviel, no!! "

As he was about to bite Deyviel, someone spoke.

"Man, you talk too much for an ancient dust,just shut up and die" as he said that one clean slash separated the elders heads from their necks.

"No no no no.. but how?I..I'm possible I'm supposed to be immortal. Not here not with the hands of a mere human. (He cried out) Who are you, you imbecile! Cursed you human!" as he cursed the mysterious man, slowly turning into dust.

"Tsk where you have been you took so long to find us damn it . (he annoyingly asks the man who saved them as he turns around to face them.)

"BEN RAILEY!"(As he spoke his name, Ben Railey spoke, "I kill four of them" that is why, dumb ass.your welcome. anyway.

(pointing at the elders). Moments later, many of the Black Order arrive and heal them. At the distance, we can see two figures in the shadows.

"Heh, they're celebrating because of taking one of a mere four elders? These humans are assuming they can eradicate us,

" he said and laughed maniacally."Well, let's go now; we have to report this to our king,

" he said and turned his back. "Well, I'm just having fun watching them struggle, but whatever, Balthazar "said, and the both of them vanished into the dark sky.

To be continued....