HUNTERS- the mirror to the underworld

Aslin · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Aslin** on Thu May 29, 2008 12:24 pm

Harold plucked the letter out of the urchin's skinny fingers before ushering the gangly boy into the Inn's kitchen.
"Marianne, feed the boy will ya," the pleasantly plump man eyed the letter, as he moved into the bar. It was three in the morning so all his guests had gone to bed. Standing there in the small room, lit by a dying candle, Harold slit the red wax that sealed the letter, opening it to read the words.

"Castle is in Transylvania. Look for the painting in the Church at the town of Bascov.

Key is hidden.

delaever eb lliw xob eht dna kcirb thgirb eht llup, nees eb nac noitcelfer ruoy erehw kool dluohs uoy eloh peed eht ni"

Harold could not understand the jumble of words that followed but had read enough to know trouble was brewing. Placing the letter on the table, he placed a hand over his face. If Charles had sent the letter through the urchin, it meant someone had known he had found the castle's location and the key. His eyes widened at a thought. 'Charles could be dead by now'. He started to panic and his hands shook. He clapsed his hands together, trying to calm himself down. He had to let the Brotherhood know.
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Superfly · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Superfly** on Thu May 29, 2008 7:31 pm

It was a bright morning, and the Doctor had been awake all night researching about Vampires locations, their weakness, and their source of power. Although he had researched for years he still had no clue of the majority of Vampires. He sipped his morning cold morning tea as he turned the front cover of his book open. As he flicked through the pages, searching for the chapter that interested him a small letter fell out. It fell on the floor and the Doctor looked at the envelope.

Damien,

I assume if you're reading through my books, that you've either decided to do your fair share of the work, or the unfortunate has happened to me. I lied to you when I left you. I went to face a personal matter of mine which is mighty dangerous. Forgive me, old friend, for lying to you. But I could not get you involved again.

I was right as well( As usual). An evil has arised that I must attend to, although our Town is small and mostly peaceful, a bad omen may fall upon it-- And the rest of the good world, mind you. If that trouble comes you will be contacted. Goodbye.

Charles Jay Benedict

Doctor Damien Smith stared down at his words, his hands twitched as they rubbed through his curly hair. He burst into tears at the last message of his dead friend. He banged the table in anger, causing books to fall off at the other end. He couldn't defend this town alone.

Skallagrim · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Skallagrim** on Fri May 30, 2008 12:38 am

The messenger had arrived at the closed monastery doors in the mountains of Switzerland, half-starved and dying. The horse he rode on had already expired. The brothers looked with a certain dispassion as the last of the hex left the horse, the oddly glowing whitish forms of the summoned imps vanishing before the light of God. The dark forces had come once again into the world and their entry had been in Transylvania,.

Dark happenings in the state of Transylvania, there are numerous reports of unexplained deaths in and around the country. Of the dead coming home again, of ghostly lights seen in the mist shrouded fields and the wolves’ howls heard in the dark forest and the mountains.

Handing a message to the brother who cradled him, the messenger whispered one word before he slipped in to a coma, “Erlkonig.” The gathered brothers all gasped as they heard the word, quickly opening the sealed message the color in the face of the reader drained away.

Turning towards the gathered men, he motioned for the messenger to be taken to a bed and cared for, after that was done he faced the remaining monks, “It has begun anew. The darkest forces have once again come unto this world. We have been asked to send a member of our order to assist…” checking the message again, “This Otto von Lauterbach, and his problems.”

The man’s eyes blazed with anger as he clutched the message, swirling around he looked at the gathered men. “Who is prepared for this? Which one of the Gladius Deus are here to assist this man?” When he had no answer the man strode forward to the nearest trainer, “I asked you who was here and ready!” he demanded.

The rotund monk shrank at the command, his eyes watering slightly as he realized if he didn’t answer he would suffer the Friars wrath, if he did answer…well. Slowly the monk licked his lips and stood as straight as possible, “Amerigo De Santis, is …well... he is here.”

The Friar looked at the monk, the anger slowly dissipating, his shoulders slumping noticeably, “Well…send him…are you sure we have no one else?” The monk shook is head no, sighing the Friar finished his sentence, “Send him then.” Turning the Friar walked slowly to his cell, clearly it was the advent of the dark host and they had only Amerigo to answer the call. Perhaps he mused; another of the order of hunters would send a champion, just in case.

Aslin · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Aslin** on Fri May 30, 2008 1:19 am

The dark clouds in the sky were in conflict, crashing into one another as droplets of water fell to the ground, soaking them to their skins. It was as though the gods themselves were mourning the death of Charles. Harold stood there, an arm around his wife's trembling shoulders, his head bowed in sorrow.

The priest said the last words before Charles' coffin was lowered into the dark hole. Marianne burst into tears again at the sight of their dear old friend being lowered into the soil. The day after the letter had arrived, Charles' body had been discovered in an alleyway. Harold had not seen his dear friend's body but had been told that there were two bites at this neck.

Harold tightened his hold on her, keeping her straight as she slumped against him but he could not bring himself to speak words of comfort as he so many thoughts were running through his mind. There was less than twenty people present but Harold kept his eyes peeled for two people; Damien and Sarah. Damien he knew would come for he and Charles had been very close, almost like brothers. However, it depended on where Damien was now. But Sarah was another thing altogether. Charles had taken care of her when her parents had died and he always said that she was like the daughter he never had. But Sarah could be cold sometimes and might not even show up for the funeral.Either way, Charles kept his eyes peeled for the two.

When he sent out the messages to the Brotherhood, he had asked for them to select a Hunter to help. He had specifically asked for expereienced Hunters. Dealing with creatures of the night was one thing but dealing with Dracula himself was an extremely dangerous matter. Not wanting to waste precious time, Harold had requested for the selected Hunters to travel to Transylvania immediately where they would meet in the town of Bascov.
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Her hood protected her from the rain but so did the tree that she was taking shelter under. Her arms crossed, she watched the funeral of Charles. When the coffin was lowered, shs shifted a little, averting her gaze from the proceedings. To her, Charles was not dead and watching his coffin being lowered into the soil was not helping. Her sift in position brought another man into view; Harold. Of course he'd be there. The man was close to Charles. Harold was holding up Marianne as she let out heart wrenching cries that reached Sarah's ears even through the rain.

As the people who had come to witness the funeral began to disperse, Sarah left the shelter of the huge tree to seek out Harold.

Superfly · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Superfly** on Fri May 30, 2008 10:38 am

As he approached the Iron gates to move towards the gate he kept staring at his clean polished shoes. The rain had come and made the grass dirty. His Glasses were wet from the rain. He was exhausted from feeling emotion. His appearance at the ceremony was just to say farewell, not to cry. Damien approached the coffin which was being lowered into the ground.

He gazed at Harold in the eye, then lowered his head and removed his hat, folding his hands over the hat. His mind drifted to Sarah, who he had met at numerous occasions, she wasn't near the grave. As his eyes moved up at the crowd and he noticed they had began to disperse. He approached Harold, his hair flat with the immediate effect of the rain. He nodded his head greeting him, then walked with him as they followed the small crowd.

"Charles wouldn't have wanted his funeral to be so miserable," Damien said to him as they strolled beside his wife. "How is Sarah doing?"

Taran_Winterleaf · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Taran_Winterleaf** on Fri May 30, 2008 11:36 am

The gentle grey light of the London morning filtered dully through the faded flowery drapes of the boarding house. Alexei adjusted his cravat in the poor-looking mirror. He glanced with sharp brown eyes at the note on his dresser. Written in the familiar hand, on familiar paper and with a familiar message; however this message was too close for comfort.

He turned his attention back to his reflection with a grim frown. He wondered sometimes if he was truly living an excuse. "Running away" from Romania had been for the greater good. He was making no difference in his own country, even with his family's sacred charge; even if he believed he had God on his side. To him, it made no difference. So for the "greater good" Alexei had come to London looking to make a real difference. But had he? Really? Yes, the odd Banshee here and there; perhaps a ghost or two exorcised...but was he really doing any better?

Perhaps the real excuse: the only one which would stand up under scrutiny, was his fear. He had lost his father to the maddening clutches of the undead. He couldn't stay there any more. He could fight those creatures endlessly with no ray of light on the horizon, watching all he loved struggle to survive. They would do just as well without him he'd measured...maybe even a little better. Alexei swallowed hard. He was too frightened to see it all die.

And now? Now he was torn. He didn't want to go back and face that. Have all his fears and depressions; all the pain and the hurt, dredged up before him, like a zombie free of its coffin. Yet if he did nothing, how could he live with himself if the Brotherhood failed; if he as their right arm had let them down?

There was no real decision to be made here; it had been made for him. Alexei blinked slowly, returning to himself from his inner reverie. He tucked a strand of silky back hair behind his ear and straightened up at his reflection. Dressed in black and deep red, he always seemed to look like an uninvited guest at a funeral somewhere. A wry, humourless grin twisted his thin lips; well, wasn't that too true?

It appeared that a visit home was on the cards, whether he liked it or not, he thought as the ghost of a smile slid from his lips. Clenching the piece of paper in his palm, Alexei lifted his hat, cloak and small travel bag. Giving the room once last glance around, he ducked out of the doorway and started the all-too-short journey home.

Aslin · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Aslin** on Fri May 30, 2008 11:45 am

"I'm well and fine Damien." Sarah answerd the question herself. Pulling away the hood from her face, she placed a hand over Marianne's arm and gave her weak smile. "Damien's right you know," she began, "he would not have wanted such a funeral. He was always full of love for life."

Marianne pulled the woman into an embrace before stepping back. Turning away from the three, Marianne made her way back to the carriage. Sarah jerked at the woman's embrace, not knowing how to respond to the affectionate touch so she simply stood still. As she left, seeking the shelter of the carriage, Sarah posed the question that had been troubling her, "He was murdered, wasn't he?"

"Yes he was Sarah," Harold answered, runnig his fingers through his wet hair, "by vampires no less. There was a bite mark on his neck when he was found...dead." Harold had difficulty saying the last word.

"Harold, the carriage is leaving." Marianne called out to her husband. Harold raised her hand, letting her know he would be there soon.

"Before I go, there is something I need to tell you both. Damien, you must have known about the research Charles was doing. Well he managed to find something and it's in this letter here." Harold pulled out a small tin. "i kept in here...keeps it dry." Passing the tin to Damien he carried on, "Read it and you will understand what the two of you must do. There are other Hunters, individuals who have displayed thier capability, who will be joining you on this journey. I've sent a message to the Brotherhoods in all the regions so the Hunters should be arriving at the port soon. I've booked passage for you'll aboard the 'Shadow'. It'll be leaving in a day's time for your destination. Sarah you know where to get the epuipment." As he finished, Harold sighed, "The success of your journey will decide the fate of all. May the Gods be with you." Harold walked towards the carriage where his wife awaited him. There could be no more contact between them as that would put his and his wife's lives in danger. He trusted the two to know what to do.

Sarah watched Harold walk away from them. She glanced at the box that Damien held. Confusion was her companion at that moment but maybe the letter could clear some doubt. "We should get out of the rain and maybe you could tell me about Charles' research once we read the letter."

[Ace] · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **[Ace]** on Fri May 30, 2008 12:54 pm

Derikku stumbled into the fresh morning air with a jeerish grin. He took three steps, uncoordinated, down the stairs, hopping once before he fell to his backside in the cobblestone street. He glanced up the stairs to the building he had just retreated from. His head bobbed to one side, then the other, as his eyes ran over the sign, 'The Keg of Old'.

Several laughs emantated from within the pub before the door had fully closed, and Derikku, not wishing to disappoint bowed his head and attempted to remove his hat, which was not there. He looked up, befuddled, and more laughs roared from the building. Several men shouted there farewells and turned back to their ale, glasses around them from a night long's celebration of some sort. The door closed.

"What a wast of time," Derikku groaned, standing himself up and attempting to flick the water off of his leathers. "You told me, and I quote, 'He ventures to this pub, religiously,' did you not?" There was a bubbly, yet growlish response.

"Heh... yeaaaaaaaaahh..." Wolfie had done the drinking the night of the celebration so as Derikku could keep a level head and examine the room for the lead on a rather complacent vampire. It seemed that the lead was for nought. Derikku shook his head, popping the collar on his coat, before turning up the street. He took a few steps, then, as he passed the alleyway adjacent to the pub, spotted something.

A wild dog, mangy and near starved, walked from behind the trash. He sat, curiously, then lowered his head. Then, with a sharp thrust, he threw his head back, and bayed at the sky. Derikku glanced around, seeing no moon, no prey, nothing that would cause the animal to do such a thing. No other dogs sounded in response. It was the soulful requiem of a solemn death.

"Something's wrong," Derikku whispered under his breath.

Superfly · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Superfly** on Fri May 30, 2008 2:17 pm

Damien listened to every one of Harold's words carefully. After he put his hat back on, He held the box tightly as soon as it was given to him and he took Sarah's advice as they took some shelter from a nearby tree. He opened it carefully and removed the lid while placing it under the box. He gripped the letter and recognised Charles's hand writing. He removed the letter from the envelope, looking at its words carefully.

"Castle is in Transylvania. Look for the painting in the Church at the town of Bascov.

Key is hidden.

delaever eb lliw xob eht dna kcirb thgirb eht llup, nees eb nac noitcelfer ruoy erehw kool dluohs uoy eloh peed eht ni"

He read the words over and over, including the language he couldn't decipher. He handed the letter to Sarah as he mumbled to himself and messed with his finger nails. "Key, Key... Dracula's key?"

His attention snapped back to Sarah, he smiled at her. "Charles knew alot about the key. But of course the devil himself never decided to share with me. Said it was too dangerous. Our studies focused majorly on Vampires and other creatures of the dark night. Our studies led us to the mysterious key and what Count Dracula's motives are with them. We had a theroy that Dracula was in Transylvania, anyways, Charles was convinced the key was the source of great evil, I disagreed about the danger, and the next morning he had left. I guess he was right. Even beyond the grave, he is still right." He smiled gently for himself. The storm suddenly got louder, the wind howled and the rain got colder.

Aslin · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Aslin** on Fri May 30, 2008 3:11 pm

Sarah stared at the letter for awhile and listened as Damien explained what research Charles had been up to. "Dracula's key..." she repeated after him, "Wait he once mentioned a mirror and how a key was needed to open it. I never understood what he meant but if what you're saying is true..." Sarah looked up at him. "We have to get that key first before Dracula finds it." Sarah paced the wet soil, thinking. "Harold said to get to the port by tomorrow and our destination is like the letter's mentioned, Transylvania."

She stopped her pacing and glanced back at the letter. "Harold said they were other Hunters meeting us so there's going to be a team but...what do these words mean?" She asked referring to the gibberish at the bottom but it was then that she felt the shift in the weather- it became colder. Folding the letter in a hurry, Sarah passed the letter back to Damien. He too seemed to have noticed the colder winds.

"Let's leave." she whispered, keeping her eyes peeled, watching for anything out of the ordinary.

[Ace] · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **[Ace]** on Fri May 30, 2008 5:14 pm

Derikku began his walk at a brisk pace towards the town square. He had hoped to find at least some of his usual informants. With the storm only worsening, Derikku had begun to feel hope for the day. His preferences for weather usually involved either stormy or at the very least cloudy weather. His mind froze over for a moment, the cold coming from the withdrawl of his companion personality resting, or sleeping off the effects of the alcohal.

Though it wasn't the same cold as before. There was a slight chill about it that ran through his entire body. No, it wasn't from inside his head that the cold came from, it was the air and rain about him. He tilted his head back, then shook it from side to side, flicking off the water from his hair. Why was there such a drastic change in temperature?

Derikku nodded, taking several more steps. "Something is definately happening," he whispered, quickening his pace. He arrived at the square, still busy as it had usually been, though many of the participants of the local gossip had moved to the lips of the roofs around to shield themselves of the rain. From time to time on person scurried to another's position with coat overhead to learn something new. Derikku sighed in satisfaction.

Near him, one building sheltered two men, niether of which were speaking, but rather stared silently at the sky toward the horizon. One, rather tall, sported the clothes of an aristocrat, his kerchief tucked elegently away, never to be used. The other, considerably shorter, wore the same attire, save for the rag. One of his eyes was covered by a monocle, though it did nothing to ditract attention from his mustache.

Derikku took a fe steps in there direction, nodding to them as he did. "What's in the news of late?" he questioned, nonchalantly as if unsure these men were at all useful in information gathering. There would be no need to alert them of his intentions in life or in job for that matter, should they be simple civilians.

Superfly · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Superfly** on Sat May 31, 2008 8:46 am

They moved slowly across the grass through the large puffs of sudden gusts. The storm was getting stronger and more fierce as the rain pured down, soaking Damiens body and ruining his new shoes. They hurried through the wind towards the carriage. He leapt into it making himself comfortable. He patted the driver on the back, telling him to move the horses.

His focus turned back to his soaked body. His hear was flat and now soaked. Damien sighed as he wiped his wet glasses. He had terrible eye-sight, even cleaning them was a struggle. He put them back on and focused on Sarah. "We should star heading towards port now. The way the winds are tonight, we may not have access to them by tomorrow. He advised wisely as he turned to the driver. "Are your horses up for it?"

Aslin · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Aslin** on Sat May 31, 2008 9:06 am

Sarah followed Damien to his carriage and got in to sit oppostie him. She nodded her agreement. They would have to get to the port today. They could get a room at an inn where they could rest and plan at till tomorrow. They had alot to plan for and think about, starting with what the words in the letter meant. They might even meet with some of the Hunters who may have arrived early.

But as she removed her soaking cloak from around her, Sarah remembered what Harold had said. "Wait, Damien. We have to go to the clock tower. There are euipment that we may need to use for this journey." The clock tower was where Sarah left most of her weapons. If they could pack a few of it, would be of great assistance to all of them.

[Ace] · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **[Ace]** on Sat May 31, 2008 2:56 pm

"Oi, look et dis bugga' 'ere!" the short man piped in a heavy English accent, jousting a finger into Derikku's chest. He chuckled once, drawing his hand back and drying it, then turned to his companion.

"Seems t' think we'd lowa' awselfs to tradin' information witthe likes o' him!" he added, particularly proud of himself. His pudgy, round face twisted into a... grin, for lack of a better term, though the entire act was nearly indistinguishable behind the curly black mustache.

The tall friend of the man simply stared at Derikku, adding a long drawn out, 'hm' as a reply. He looked to his small friend, whom decided to press his luck and take the chance to poke fun at the newcomer. It seemed he was new to not making himself act the fool.

"There's been an incident," the tall man started, much to the shorter one's surprise. He looked to the horizon again, squinting his eyes at the newest gust of wind. He continued as if restarting his conversation.

"...a rather important man has passed."

Derikku cocked his head to one side, unsure of what he was referring to.

"Royalty? A figure head?" he prodded, curious about what he was referring to. The stern looking man shook his head, expecting the response, then scanned the area, ensuring his saftey in speaking of the matter.

"No, he... Well, he aids your group, in your endeavor for the world..." he finished vaguely. It was becoming obvious that he did not want to speak so openly on the subject. Derikku thought for a moment, finally coming to a conclusion. He was referring to the Hunters, obviously, but the man still remained a mystery. Though, names aside, it did not matter. If the death was even on the lips of the public, it was big enough for himself to get involved in.

Derikku usually remained detatched from the Hunters, and the Brotherhood for that matter, though he claimed the title loosely. He was not often called for help, or given orders or assignments. He simply wandered, stalked, killed; for which it did not seem either group had any complaints.

"I trust you know the trouble this means," the tall man added, glancing to the small man on his left, whom still was left in the dark about the newcomer and his compatriot. Derikku nodded, frowning slightly.

"Good," he finished turning to the eastern gate of the square, "I believe there is a ship docked not far from here; the.." he began to rub his brow, pausing, "Shadow. That is the extent of my knowledge here." Derikku shot a side long glance to the little man to the tall one's left, letting his eyes flash gold for a moment.

"Thank you, sir. I'll have the payment routed to you in a days time," Derikku finished, greatfully. He turned to the gate and strode away.

"But of course..." the man whispered, his fangs still troubled with staying behind his lips.

Superfly · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Superfly** on Sat May 31, 2008 4:22 pm

"You heard her. To the clock tower!" Damien patted the driver on the back. The carriage took a U-turn and proceeded towards the Clock tower which could be seen from the graveyard. The horse pulled the carriage quickly, it shook nervously. Damien assumed it was scared of the large claps of thunder. He wasn't much for thunder himself.

The horse had to be forced to stop infront of the tower. Damien stepped out of the carriage again, not bothering to run as he was already soaked to his skin. He walked up the Clock tower steps pushing the door open and taking shelter from the heavy winds. He entered a dark room, and looked up at the several flights of stairs which reached the large clock.

"So, where is this epuipment?" He asked. He wiped his glasses again with his sleeve and put them back on, looking at Sarah.

Taran_Winterleaf · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Taran_Winterleaf** on Sat May 31, 2008 6:26 pm

Alexei pushed open the heavy door of the inn. The warm air kissed his face pleasantly as he shook the water from his black overcoat. The noise of the rowdy patronage assaulted his senses. Passing like a shadow against the dimly lit wall, he retreated to a small table near the back of the inn. The loud din troubled him little, as he was lost in his thoughts. There felt a heavy load sitting on his shoulders.

A quick glance around told him he was the only hunter here at the moment...though they should be expected soon. Alexei didn't know how many to expect. A couple? A dozen? A batallion? Placing his small bag on the floor, Alexei flicked his black ponytail out from under the collar of his raincoat and took a seat. It wouldn't be long now before he would be forced from his inner fears and doubts and have to come to terms with the mission.

Alexei's brown eyes traced the grain of the table before him idly. He should get up and book a room for the night, but the sooner he slept, the sooner he would awaken. A sillouette passed over him.

"What can I get you sir?" A slightly shrill voice rhymed in tired familiarity.

Alexei looked up slowly at the barmaid. "A vodka please" He spoke quietly; his groomed Romanian accent flavoured the polite words. The barmaid raised an eyebrow, not expecting the accent nor the drink order; port was the prefered beverage of the gentleman about these parts...but then again, this port didn't see many gentlemen.

She left Alexei to fetch his order. It wouldn't be long now before he was joined for his drink; no, not long now.

Aslin · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Aslin** on Sun Jun 01, 2008 1:41 am

The carriage came to her stop just outside the towering structure. Leaving her soaked cloak behind, Sarah made her way into the dark tower together with Damien. "Up these stairs, it's right behind the clock itself," she answered his question and led the way up. It was a spiralling stairway that seemed to go on forever but they evantually reached the top. It was a huge room that lay at the top, with low beams that stretched from one end to another. The light from the clock face spilled into the room, shedding a little light, enough for them to see. But the room was empty of anything.

Stepping into the centre, Sarah kneeled and pulled out her dagger. Sliding it between two wooden boards and pulled. The boards came loose and Sarah moved on to do the same to five others. Beneath, were the equipment. Crossbows, daggers and arrows filled one side and on the other side were wooden boxes. Pulling out one of the wooden boxes, Sarah unhooked the brass locks and opened it. Inside, were many bottles; some filled with holy water, some filled with liquid silver (to coat the arrow tips) and some were filled with medicine. Ensuring that everything was inside, Sarah clicked it close and proceeded to pull out the other four boxes. They were not large, weighing very little. Reaching inside the hole in the floor, Sarah pulled out two bags and tossed it to Damien.

"We have to fill that up with the weapons," she instructed, referring to the crossbows, daggers and bow and arrows. The bags could probably only fit two of each weapon as they were not too large.

Superfly · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Superfly** on Sun Jun 01, 2008 10:28 am

He panted as he ran up the large ammount of stairs, sighing deeply as they reached the top. It had been a while since he had been hunting, and the hunt hadn't even began yet. Damien took the bags from her and began filling them immediatley with arrows, knives and crossbows. As he filled the last bag he threw it over his back, holding the bag tightly.

He then checked his waistcoats pocket, reaching in to check his small revolver. He checked to see how many bullets were in it. There were 5 bullets in the gun. He grinned then returned it to his pockets. "Paranoia sometimes gets the better of me." He said honestly to Sarah after revealing his weapon.

He picked up a bottle of holy water and handed it to Sarah. "At night we put this around every window, every door handle for our own protection. If we're going after a tremendous evil, then they're sure to be hunting us as well."

Aslin · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Aslin** on Sun Jun 01, 2008 11:09 am

Picking up the other bag that Damien had packed, Sarah swung it across her back, the bow protuding slightly. She lifted two of the boxes by the handles at the top and passed it to Damien who took out a bottle of holy water and handed it to her.

"All right," she agreed with him on sprinkling the holy water around the quarters they were going to stay at for the night. She smiled a little at Damien's paranoia. He had been a hunter longer than her but had returned to do research. She could not blame him for being overly cautious. "Then we better make a move, those things may be coming after that," Sarah indicated the letter. If Charles had been killed, it must have been because Dracula knew he had the key. The letter held a clue to where the key was hiddenn and if Dracula got a hold of it, they would be in a lot of trouble.

Lifting up the other two small boxes, Sarah walked over to the stairway and beckoned for Damien to follow her. The faster they got to to the inn, the better.

[Ace] · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **[Ace]** on Sun Jun 01, 2008 12:54 pm

Derikku exited the alleyway, not too far from port. He glanced to his left, then right ensuring his exact position. He was only a short walk south of the harbor. This wasn't to say he would have free time, as he was to retrieve his aspects from the courier. (He had arrived in town earlier in the week and had been forced to send the majority of his things via mail.)

He continued to curse himself for not simply bringing the gear with him.

"You could have carried the gear... all the way here! But it was so much nicer of a trip without it, wasn't it?" Wolfie stuttered, in his mind.

"No! No, it was not! We were ambushed three times!" he added, pointing out afterward that the gear would have actually served them better in the long run.

"Well maybe you should go pick it up!" he shouted in response.

"Perhaps I will!" Derikku stormed away from the pier towards the courier's office, an angered look clouding his face.

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Re: HUNTERS- the mirror to the underworld

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