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"Vampyr... A horrid creature. But lately, they have become more terrfying. More fearsome. Stonger. Faster. More intelligent. My fellow Nightwatchers, my fellow hunters of these creatures... They are Evolving. They live longer than us, heal faster, reprodruce faster. And yes, now we see they evolve faster. What this will mean for us, and humanity as a whole i cannot yet tell. I fear if we do not eradicate this filth. This virus, this... Cancer upon the earth.. I.. I fear we will all pay the ultimate price. We will lose our planet.. they will own it. They will be the hunters, and we will be the prey."
Marcus, a relatively old man, somewhere in his late 60's spoke before his group of nightwatchers motivating them to work harder. He wore a long black jacket and a red shirt. He had black trousers and shiny shoes on. His hair was all white and he had a trimmed beared along with a head of short hair. His eyes were those that showed sadness and hate. A man that had seen all the horrors of the world and lived. But within those two almost dead eyes, lay a warmth. A comfort. That only those who knew and respected him could see. His enemies were not so fortunate. He turned and sat on a little metal chair that was now rusting which sat before a window looking out onto the sky as the sun was starting to dip into the horizon and the the sky darken. The clouds were almost a blood red, a shepard's delight. A hunters worst nightmare.
Marcus sighed to himself as he watched the city that was usually busy and alive with movement slow and turn cold as it's inhabitants began to sleep and it's night creatures awake. Some of these creatures were human, living for the night. Marcus was once told of a youth movement that believed they themselve's were vampyr. poetic nonsense about craving daylight and love he had called it. He showed a small amount of these teens what a real Vampyr was like. They never again even uttered a word that so much as related to Vampyr. Of course, he had asked them if they wanted to become hunters. Luckily, as he had expected, they declined. And for the best. Young people had no place as hunters. They often became scared and lost the ability to think rationally in the face of danger. At least, with his training, his hunters would not quiver at the hellscreams.

Ah. Lowe and behold as the sun, humanity's lifegiver and protector moves to shield it's friends on the other side of the world for another day as it's enemy the moon comes alive to show us the try nature of life. Marcus thought. Something he had wrote in one of his books back in the days when he was studying the beasts rather than killing them. There will be time to study when genocide is done. But none can determine who will be studying who.




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It was in an old subway tunnel that time had seemed to have forgotten lay the motionless body of a Vampyr. Stuck to the wall in a sleeping state, like a grey statue. It shook it's head and dropped to the dark floor. "I... Awake. I.. Am Awake." Said a deep gutteral voice as the Vampyr lept towards the darkness to hunt.
Braken it named itself, a terrible image of what the Vampyr can become. His mouth was wider than most, and his ears longer. His senses were more intense due to his blindless. He never really wore human clothing. He had a pair of black, baggy trousers that didn't make much noise when he moved. He kept those on. But anything more and he felt like he was being weighed down.
Braken was alone, he had been since his last hibernation. His entire hive had been burned and destroyed. Set alight by bombs that contained the sun. Somehow he had survived, just barely. And his near dead and incinerated body was slowly healed over a year. So now he knew he had to find a female to propagate. It was useless to try and join a Hive. They would never allow it. His bretheren were usually good enough at english to get by, though around Braken they used their native tounge. Hisses and clicks, and barks and other noises to communicate. They had used that before they were smarter. They had slowly over the years gotten smarter with every generation. And he had noticed after each hibernation, he and his brothers had changed. Become more agile and strong. Even their teeth were becoming sharper.
Over the past few days Braken's back, around the shoulder blades, had become sore. A dull pain which he simply tried to ignore.
He had made his way to some dark alley way, there were always female humans here, always asking him to do something he had never heard of before. Did humans advertise that their Hives needed to grow? He thought now was not the time to ask himself such things.

He saw a small man, huddled over and rocking back and forth. Cradling a small bundle of cloth that moved slightly every so often. Braken moved over to them and saw the man held a baby. He grabbed the man and flung him into the wall, ignoring the baby's now blood curdling cries of agony. Braken opened his mouth to reveal his mouth full of razer sharp teeth. Small yellow mountains ready to peirce the mans neck. The man scream and then his scream turned into a gurgling and bubbling noise as blood spewed from his mouth. Braken took a large chunk out of his neck and then his chest and continued to eat until the man was more blood than body.
He threw the body down and turned to the child, his chest and his mouth dripping with blood. He picked the baby up and prepared to bite it's head off, and then stopped. He closed his mouth and looked at the child. It had some sort of deformity, it's eyes were missing. Braken could tell that much. He turned and sped off towards his home in the subway.

It took him only a few minutes to return, the child in his arms. He had watched humans comfort a child before and guessed he knew how to do it properly. It laughed as it reached out and ran it's small fingers through the now drying blood on Braken's chest. He couldn't explain it but he felt some warmth to the small creature. He placed it down on a large slab and looked at it with his poor eyes. It's giggling soundwaves bounced off of the walls all around and off of Braken. This allowed him to see, much like a bat in a way. They often flew into his home and he examined a few of them after feeding.
He was forced to his feet, an unease in his stomach. Was something wrong with that human? He bent over a little and began to regurgitate a forreign liquid which landed on the baby and it began crying again. Braken was no longer in control of his body as the thick grey fluid spewed and waved out of his mouth. The baby stopped crying and eventually stopped moving. Braken could still hear it's heartbeat. What had he done? This was something he had never seen a Vampyr do. He ran his fingers over the baby's chest and felt a rock-solid surface. And then it cracked. A long, claw stuck out of the cracked surface, like a chick coming out of an egg.

In a dark abandoned factory a small little rag doll lay flat on the cold ground. It's cloth body was badly sown and and slightly torn. It was dirty and missing one eye button. The orange yarn hair looked as if someone had been pulling on it making her slightly bald. the dress it wore was nothing but a mere white cloth tide around it. It lay alone in the dark as if waiting for some one...or some thing.

The sound of light footsteps echoed through out the area in a fast pace. A small angelic like voice hummed happily letting out light giggles. Twirling on her foot was a little girl. Her black doll dress was wrinkled and stained as the skirt fluttered as she spun around. Her light black cape fallowed behind her gracefully as if emphasizing her each movement. Her black cloth, too, fallowed her moved while hiding her oddly colored eyes.

She was far from any normal girl. Her teeth were razor sharp and as white a pearls. Her nails too were like blade as she clawed the air. As hard to believe this was Chrono, a young but very dangerous Vampyer.

Only a few months has passed since the little one left her own home after what terrible thing she did. She had already stopped calling herself as Chrono and began her new name, Cross. Now she stays in this old factory forgotten by all who lived out side it's walls. In this dark area she had already decided to form her own Hive. But was it possible?

"Hello there Meme!" Chrono said happily picking up the rag doll hugging it close while still spinning gracefully. "Cross had a wonderful meal, thank you!" She said giggling to the doll as if it was talking to her.

She stopped spinning and walked to a small metal lunch box. It was old, rusted and slightly dent. The front sticker design was scratched off only leaving strips of color behind it. She flipped the metal locks. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a small white bone slightly covered in blood. Licking off the blood she stared at it in awe. It was no ordinary bone. It was a human bone that was originally located in the fingers. The flesh and tends were ripped off and the blood and was licked clean off it. Lifting the lid of the metal box she dropped the bone in side what seemed to be at least a pound of human bones of different sizes.

"One more to my collection." The little girl's twisted giggle echoed through out the factory.

Emery listened, a bit boredly, to Marcus's speech. His speeches were very similar every night, and though each individually were well done, having to go through each one of them was just like eating salad every night. However, Emery respected the man. He was what, sixty? And how long had he been doing this sort of thing? It was interesting to see he was still alive. Emery assumed he must have something about him, skills, strong morals, that kept him going, and that perhaps his words gave off little bits of it.

When the speech was over, Emery stepped over to one of the large black vans, tumming his fingers against his large, silver SunBuster.

Elle listened to Marcus, slouching a little in her chair. The speech was always along the same lines, about how the vampyr's are evolving, and the fate of the world if the Hunters just sat back and did nothing.
She had to respect Marcus though, very few Hunters made it near his age, or experience. In the encounters she had, she knew she wouldn't.
Towards the end, she just looked out the window, sliding her sunglasses off as the sky darkened, and hooking them on her top.
She strolled out towards the black vans, spotting Emery. She walked over, leaning against the van, checking her Shockers and Swarmers.
"You ready?" Elle asked, looking up.

"Hmm?" Emery hummed in response, twisting his head to meet the pretty emerald eyes of Elle. "Aye, yes, I'm pumped," he said in an everyday voice. He narrowed his eyes and made an ear-to-ear chesire cat grin at her, then looked down, adjusting his weapon belt. "And you, Elle?" he asked, slurring her name. He knew her a little bit, but decided to take more of a liking to her for the sole reason of her name beginning with an E, just as his did. Emery prided himself on being weirdly charming in that sort of way.

Gun shots were heard not far from the van in which the hunter named Emery sat. As the sounds drew ever closer a familiar snarling and shouting could be heard. A man burst from the corner of a building not a few metres away and turned back facing the shadows behind him and waited. The wind blew and a black silhouette pounced on him. He began shooting as he was pinned down by a creature and all the shoted emptied into it's chest. Eventually it stopped moving and the slumped it off of him before standing before it and checking his surroundings. He noted the van and the man inside and withdrew a small silver sphere from his pocket. He smiled and pushed the Sphere into the Vampyr's mouth before running towards the van. After a few seconds there was a quiet boom and blue light shone from the bullet holes in the body of the monster on the road. Another second after that it exploded into a fiery embers and falling ash. Clumps of it's burning body rained down and the man laughed as he reloaded another clip into his rifle and approached the window of the van, "Hey, You mus' be the nightwatchers. I transferred from the next city over. Marcus said he'd want my uh.. expertise. Names Grant, Jacob Grant."

Emery inspected the man, and after that second, he smiled again, with approval. "'Ello Jacob Grant. Good job with that over there."

He looked over his Jacob's shoulder at the creature, which was now reduced into smoldering, bonfire-like ashes. He held out his callused hand. "I'm Emery," he introduced, then paused, and pointed to his side. "And this here's Elle! And we are nightwatchers, as you said." He leaned forward, talking into his ear. "Now what sort of expertise are you supposed to teach us? What's your association?"

Jacob paused for a moment, as if he had lost all words from his vocabulary and then suddenly remembered as he shook his head, and drew his mouth next to Emery's ear before speaking in a quiet whisper, "Let's just say me and Marcus used to be very thorough when studying Vampyrs...It was... Educational, to say the least." He took his head back and turned to show a large scar along his neck that was an angry purpleish red colour. "I've been huntin' since I was seven. Found my way into a hive and Marcus came in like a knight in shining armour killing the lot of 'em. Nowadays I supply the guy with weapons. Custom weapons. Well i'm a weapon smith by trade, I manufacture for all of the Hunting Groups and I personally test each new device. Sunbusters are mine. So are Shockers." He nodded and looked rather proud with himself before giving a thumbs up, "So when do we ride?"

Emery took a look around, putting his hand behind his head. "Ep...I'd say about now," he told Jacob.

He grabbed the doorhandle of the driver seat, hopped inside, slammed it, and revved up the engine, the little mint-scented pine tree shaped ornament began to dangle from the mirror. "By the way, any friend of The Man is a friend of mine," he said, sticking his head out of the window and winking. He faced forward, and as if looking out the front window had some sort of proffesional power, his smile faded into a solemn frown, and he appeared years older, his brows furrowing. "All in!" he called out to the other hunters.

Jacob was quick to run round and hop onto the passenger seat looking a little tiny in comparison, he had looked taller outside and now it was apparent that he was a rather small man. Around 5ft if even.
"I know of a few hives that are dying, we can check those out tonight. But after we finish your work, big man's orders." He said casually keeping an eye on the dark, cold horizon as nothing but wind slowly dragged along it sweeping small bits of dust and dirt in it's ghostly movement.
Jacob was ordered to take the hunters to a large, very active, very dangerous hive when they were done with the nightly work. He had something which he could only describe as Vamp-killing-awesome-in-a-can that he was going to show them. A new device he invented. Of course, it was still being tested and he wouldn't let them go near the entrance to the hive. That was his job. That way if anyone died, it was him and there was only himself to blame. Things were much easier that way.

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Braken looked down upon the Vampyric baby that sat before him, hungry. He was a Vampyr, and they were not known to be smart. But he was a little smarter and he knew that something was wrong about this baby now. Something unfair about it's creation. He picked it up gently and smiled before quickly raising it and opening his wide mouth that seemed filled with sharks teeth and razors.
Within a short second he had bitten the weird baby's head off. It's blood was a thick, black substance. Like tar, that oozed slowly from the huge wound.
Braken was confused, but he knew not to dwell upon this. It could be dangerous. His eyes widened as a pain shot through his back that forced him to stand up and scream in agony. An ear peircing screech like nails on a chalkboard resonated throughout the abandoned tunnels and old tracks that made Braken's home.
The horrid sound slowed and eventually stopped as he fell to his knees and no longer felt the pain. He knew others would hear him. Human and Vampyr.
Hunter and brother.

Chrono giggled to herself as she rummaged through her collection. "twenty-eight...Twenty-nine..." She said in a singing voice as she counted the little bones. One by one each bone fell into the old rusted tin lunch box. As each fell into the pile of many bones it made a small some what -- but not quite-- clicking noise as it came in contact to the other bones. As the number grew higher, the little voice giggled more, happy to see how much her own little collection has already grown.

"Thirty...Thirty..Ugh!!" The little vampyr groaned in annoyance as she banged her light fist to the ground. "Cross lost count!" She said in frustration dropping the rest of the pile into it's tin casing. Pouting she sat back resting her bottom on her calves. She crossed her arms over her chest as she peered through the thin cloth looking at her tin box.

Around her the sound of cats hissing at each other and rats scurrying through the empty factory echoed thought the large area. But the little girl could hardly hear it, it was nothing but a light whisper to her. Unlike other Vampyrs, her hearing was fainter but her sight was clearer then the others, even if it was hidden. She depended on her eyes reading lips and observing her surroundings.

Giving out a bored sigh Chrono stood up picking up the tin box, placing it back to it's hiding place. She picked up the rag doll and hugged it close. "Cross will be back Meme." She said putting it back down to the ground and skipped out of the factory. Her light footsteps were moving at a quick pace as it faded.

Her skips slowly turned into careful steps as her hidden eyes looked down the road. She scanned the open area and then the path to the town. A small smile grew on her lips as she walked slowly down the path. Her eyes scanned the area as she walked silently keeping close to the walls. She some how ended up near a tunnel.

She peered into the dark tunnel ans spotted a large figure. With the way his body was moving she could seance that he was in pain bur she wasn't sure. She took one step to the entrance and peered in to take a closer look.

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Braken lunged towards a female figure that was a slim silhouette in the distance. He landed on her with a thud, his clawlike hands against her cold shoulders. He opened his jaws of death moved in for the kill - stopping just an inch from her neck. He took a deep wheezing inhale and then jumped off of her, landing on the wall and sticking to it as his claws dug into the concrete causing small cracks to webb out in different directions from his fingers.

He made a loud hissing noise that had an odd hollow clicking sound behind it, "Who are you?" he had said and then realised that he could use english, "Who? You?" He said as he jumped down and sat crouching next to her, his arms on his knees. He looked at her and tilted his head, she was still just a ghostly fog-like silhouette to him, comprising simply of blurred moonlit colours. But she smelled like a hive. He scratched his nose gently and looked up at a huge, white ball in the sky, his vision blurred it but at that size it was the clearest thing he could see. He had seen pictures of it before from human books, moon they called it. He felt it had some importantance to his kind. Like it had something to do with his pain and his insatiable desire to touch the sky.

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Marcus was talking with one of his main researchers before a table on which sat a dead Vampyr whose skin was a little charred and laying on it's chest,
"and look at this, Marcus," The skinny man said as he drew a scalpel along the back of the Vampyr in between it's shoulder blades. The skin parted and revealed muscle, along with an odd couple of bones that sat diagonally across the ribs yet were attached to a small knot of muscle,
"Is this what I think it is?" asked Marcus,
"I fear it may be. Marcus they're growing wings." The man said a wave of fear spread thickly over his words and his face.

Cross let out a gasp as the large being came closer to her. She couldn't hear the man's words or sounds. She looked down at him closely reading his lips as he spoke. It took her a second to try to understand what he just asked her. She could feel that man was just like her, his scent ans his body language was somewhat similar to their kind.

"Cross..." The little vampyer answered in her slightly happy tone pointing to herself. Through the cloth she peered and analyzed his face. Her head arched to the side and smiled. "Who are you?" She asked in a curious tone tilting her head at him. She started to feel curious about the vampire more and more.