CHAPTER ONE: VAMPIRE HUNTER

[YEAR 1712]

Tonight was one of the brightest nights among all night. The moon was showing it’s proudness of having a red colour. It was one of the nights where the creatures that always hid from the sun and hunt people at night, became more powerful. In terms of strength and their ability. Many people knew that these creatures were just fiction and refused to acknowledge their existences.

For them, it was just a folklore that their past ancestors just made up to make young children not to go out of their houses at night. But there were certain people that knew that these creatures existed among them. They were called Vampire hunter.

Yes, vampire did exist and they lived and disguised as normal humans. But once they smelled blood, they would go on a rampage, attacking everyone. The one who was responsible to stop them was vampire hunter.

In the streets walking alone was a seventeen year old boy. He was taking a midnight stroll. Yes, it was already 12.00 midnight. He was heading towards the end of the streets where no one could ever dare to go there.

He could see there was a trail of blood so he decided to follow the trail. He was wearing all in black. He was getting ready for an attack whatever that thing was. He was certain that it was a vampire. He cocked his favourite gun named ‘Silver Dust’.

“Damn you, vampires” he cursed as he gripped his gun as he was getting near to the source of the blood. He could hear some whistling sound of the leaves behind the bushed he was heading to. He was peeking through the bushes.

He could see there was a small boy who had a blonde hair and had a pair of red eyes. The small boy was kneeling in front of a middle aged woman who apparently had fallen as his victim. She could not be saved anymore. She was dead like the other victims before he managed to save them.

The seventeen year old boy stood up and said demandingly “Who send you here, vampire?”

The young vampire was shocked to see the presence of the mysterious man with a gun on his hands. He was the famous vampire hunter. He was Vincent Valentine.

The boy’s eyes enlarged with fear as he encountered with a man who seemed to be the enemy of his race. Blood was dripping from his mouth, tainting his clothes. Vincent looked at him with disgust. He never liked vampire. He hated them very much. It was like having a disease to him.

“Please, sir. I don’t know what had happened to me, sir” said the boy as he was begging for the mercy of the famous vampire hunter. Vincent just stared at him, pointing the gun on the little boy’s head, knowing that he must kill him no matter what.

“WHO SEND YOU HERE?” shouted Vincent as he was putting the gun near on his forehead. The little boy was crying crocodile tears. The vampire was just a seven year old boy that had golden hair same like him.

“Please, I didn’t mean to kill her” the boy cried and continued “All I know was when I wake up from my sleep, I felt thirsty and it was happening so fast. I had the urge to eat the woman”

Vincent listened to his explanation and started to lower his gun. Without his notice, the boy attacked him, biting his right hand. Vincent winced in pain and the gun fell from his hands. The small vampire kicked the gun away from him and leaped onto the wounded vampire hunter. His hand was bleeding greatly.

The vampire was aiming for his neck for the second time. But Vincent managed to stop him in the nick of time, lifting the boy on his neck as if he was strangling him.

“WHO ARE YOU AND WHO SEND YOU HERE?” said Vincent as he lifted the boy higher, strangling him tightly. The boy’s eyes rolled up into his head. There was still no answer from the boy.

“I’ll ask you one more time. Who send you here?” said Vincent angrily. His patience was thinning each second passed.  The boy looked at the vampire hunter and laughed maniacally. Vincent was taken aback at first but he managed to maintain his composure.

“You are the man I thought how you would be” the boy said but his voice changed into those of aging man.  It was very hoarse and deep one. “You don’t hesitate to kill a vampire even though he was just a little kid. I salute you for that” said the boy as he gave Vincent an evil smirk.

The boy laughed again. Vincent strangled him even harder than before. His patience was tested.

“TELL ME WHO SEND YOU” asked Vincent. “I’ll never tell you. Thou shalt die, Vincent Valentine” with that, Vincent without any hesitation, shoot the boy in the head.

“DIE, YOU INSOLENT CREATURE” said Vincent. The small vampire was shrieking in pain as he turned into dust carried by the wind.

Vincent was sweating coldly. His hand wouldn’t stop bleeding. It was just a single bite but the blood that was flowing out from his hand looked like he had a very deep wound. Unknowingly, he fell onto the ground feeling anaemic all of a sudden. His gun was dropped on the ground with a loud clank noise.

He decided to take a rest for a while so he closed his eyes. He tried to reach for his gun but he decided to let it there.

His name was Vincent Valentine. And he was a vampire hunter. Woking along with him, were his two companions named Maia Grantz, his fiancée and William Sylvester, his trusted and most loyal friend. All three of them was working under an organisation which was responsible to kill the night creatures. It was called ‘Black Cross Organisation’.

A/N: hello, guys..so how was it??comment