Oryn Belmont
A descendent of Richter belmont. He hunts vampires.
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Oryn Belmont walked into the bar, and took a seat at the counter. His sword covered in vampiric blood. Outside the bar he had cornered and killed two new born ones. He could smell one in here but hadn't identified who it was.
Oryn Belmont looked directly at Tabitha, the vampire slayer inside of him wanted him to rush forward and slay her, but he didn't. He wanted to see what she would do. He slowly wiped the blood from his blade, and grinned.
Oryn Belmont glanced at the door, and then back at Tabitha. He then grinned evily at her, and stood up from his seat. He slid his sword into it's sheath, and walked slowly towards her.
Oryn Belmont looked her in the eye, and grinned at her. "you are not my prey tonight, but you will be sent to hell soon, demon." he said, before he turned and left the bar.
A newly changed vampire walked casually down the street, his thirst was intense, but he saw no one to feed apon. He began to move towards the bar, until he saw a man emerge from the alleyway next to the establishment. The black slihouette of the man moved like lightning across the street towards the young vampire. The boy had no idea what was going on, or what was about to befall him. He put his arms up, and sheilded his face, as the man drew nearer, and it all went black. Oryn slowly sheathed his vampire killer, and moved towards the entrance of the bar, having filled his quota of slain vampires for the night.
Oryn Belmont walked into the bar, and took a seat at a booth. his right eye turned gold, and he stared at Claire. He could tell she was a vampire, but she had a different look to her through his slayer's eye. He just sat quietly, and watched for other vampires, and looked at the girl.