Chapter 1
The black of night, the time that most people are spent sleeping is the time when the battles occur that help keep those people alive. Wars are waged to keep the humans safe from those that would kill them all. While most of those that fight for humans are human with special gifts, a few are not humans.
One of those humans is out tonight hunting. He is forty-six years old, with graying brown hair, he shows his growing age. His keen brown eyes look around him, trying to find his prey. He finds a scent, and follows it to its source. It takes him to an abandoned complex. He slowly walks in, careful not to disturb his quarry. He sees a light in one of the rooms on the second floor. He walks to it and prepares for the attack.
The door swings open and he unleashes a power bolt into the room. The bolt hits the wall and its energy dissipates, blackening the area it had hit. He looks in the room to find no one inside of it. The source of the light is a fireplace. The air in the room smells of hickory, and he turns around to look somewhere else. He turns into the barrel of an old Colt Revolver.
“And what are you doing in my study?” The woman in front of him asks in her Scottish accent. She is an attractive woman with black hair, and green eyes. Even so, something about her made him feel uncomfortable, and that was the sign he needed. He jumped to the side and kicked her in the stomach. She stumbles backwards and looks at him with anger in her eyes. He jumps at her and takes out a knife, slashing at her. She nimbly dodges it and hits him hard in the stomach. He grunts and hits the floor.
She sits on top of him and asks, “What were you doing?” He replies, “Looking for you, Vampire.” “Well, you’ve found me.” She hits him in the back of the head, causing him to almost blacken out. He loses his grip on his knife and she smiles and takes it away from him. He growls and hits her with one of his power bolts. She flies off of him and hits the far wall.
“You stupid Vampire, you don’t stand a chance against me.” She licks her lips. “Wrong, foolish human, you shall die.” She rushes towards him, and he unleashes volley after volley of power bolts at her. She skillfully dodges them and closes with him. She grabs him and throws him into the side wall. He impacts, and his shoulder blade gives way. He falls to the floor and she smiles down at him. “You may be a Dark Mage, but you’re still human, so you never stood a chance against me.” She fires a power bolt of her own into him. He grunts and feels the blood dripping from his body.
He looks at her. “Go ahead then, finish me off.” “Gladly.” She fires a fireball into him, burning his flesh, turning him into nothing more than a smoldering ash. She gets a dust pan and brushes his ashes into it, then throws it into the fire. She grabs the book that was on the coffee table and sits down in the seat close to the fireplace and continues reading her book.
At his house, Jenos can feel something wrong with the night. He has brown hair and brown eyes. He is twenty-three years old, and another person that fights to keep humanity safe. He then senses a silent scream of pain. He stands up and screams. “No! Father!!!”
One of those humans is out tonight hunting. He is forty-six years old, with graying brown hair, he shows his growing age. His keen brown eyes look around him, trying to find his prey. He finds a scent, and follows it to its source. It takes him to an abandoned complex. He slowly walks in, careful not to disturb his quarry. He sees a light in one of the rooms on the second floor. He walks to it and prepares for the attack.
The door swings open and he unleashes a power bolt into the room. The bolt hits the wall and its energy dissipates, blackening the area it had hit. He looks in the room to find no one inside of it. The source of the light is a fireplace. The air in the room smells of hickory, and he turns around to look somewhere else. He turns into the barrel of an old Colt Revolver.
“And what are you doing in my study?” The woman in front of him asks in her Scottish accent. She is an attractive woman with black hair, and green eyes. Even so, something about her made him feel uncomfortable, and that was the sign he needed. He jumped to the side and kicked her in the stomach. She stumbles backwards and looks at him with anger in her eyes. He jumps at her and takes out a knife, slashing at her. She nimbly dodges it and hits him hard in the stomach. He grunts and hits the floor.
She sits on top of him and asks, “What were you doing?” He replies, “Looking for you, Vampire.” “Well, you’ve found me.” She hits him in the back of the head, causing him to almost blacken out. He loses his grip on his knife and she smiles and takes it away from him. He growls and hits her with one of his power bolts. She flies off of him and hits the far wall.
“You stupid Vampire, you don’t stand a chance against me.” She licks her lips. “Wrong, foolish human, you shall die.” She rushes towards him, and he unleashes volley after volley of power bolts at her. She skillfully dodges them and closes with him. She grabs him and throws him into the side wall. He impacts, and his shoulder blade gives way. He falls to the floor and she smiles down at him. “You may be a Dark Mage, but you’re still human, so you never stood a chance against me.” She fires a power bolt of her own into him. He grunts and feels the blood dripping from his body.
He looks at her. “Go ahead then, finish me off.” “Gladly.” She fires a fireball into him, burning his flesh, turning him into nothing more than a smoldering ash. She gets a dust pan and brushes his ashes into it, then throws it into the fire. She grabs the book that was on the coffee table and sits down in the seat close to the fireplace and continues reading her book.
At his house, Jenos can feel something wrong with the night. He has brown hair and brown eyes. He is twenty-three years old, and another person that fights to keep humanity safe. He then senses a silent scream of pain. He stands up and screams. “No! Father!!!”
