Dark Alleyway | Somewhere in Rome | 11p.m.
The night air was cold against his skin. Jarlath let out a sigh, watching as his minty breath formed crystals in the air as it swirled up and out of sight. It was cold but it was almost like it didnāt affect the man whom was crouching on a rooftop, his eyes ever wandering towards the two banging figures in the alleyway below. For heavenās sake, make it quick. He thought as he twirled a knife in between his fingers. Though the two figures below were Jarlathās targets, the Cacciatori second-in-command felt as if he had no right of robbing the two of their last bit of pleasure of being pseudo-alive- though the panting was getting on the last of his nerves. Sighing, Jarlath took a swig from the beer bottle that sat right beside him on the ledge of the building roof, taking a silent gulp as a contemplative look passed his face. This brand is alright. He thought, giving the label on the glass a glance before setting it down once more. A final groan came from below as the two figures leaned oppressively against the wall, their disgusting forms twisting in the moonlight once again before settling down, shoulders heaving, bodies untwining. Now. Twirling the knife between his fingers one last time, Jarlath glared down at the two as he chose his target and let the knife fly in a deadly arc in the night air.
A dull thunk filled the alley. A choking gurgle followed suit as Jarlath jumped down from the roof, clinging onto window ledge after window ledge until he could safely land on the floor with no problem. āYou fucker!ā The male figure snarled, rounding on Jarlath as the female slumped onto the floor, hands clawing at her knife. āOh, but it was just a silver knife coated with holy water, nothing more.ā Jarlath responded innocently, shaking his index finger at the vampire. āDonāt be so crude with your language. Ah, yes, and seeing as we are going to fight, please avoid hitting my face.ā In the middle of Jarlathās sentence, the other vampire had already swung his clawed hand at Jarlathās face, intent on hitting the human- but Jarlath ducked down in a speed most definitely not of a human. And yet there he was, a human to the last cell in his body.
Bending his knees, Jarlath pulled another knife from his jacket, the blade glinting in the moonlight as his smile did as he lunged at the vampireās stomach, shoving the immortal back into the dirty wall that was the backdrop of their fight. āTah.ā Jarlath laughed as he moved along with the vampire, slamming his long knife into the vampireās right hand with a force that pushed most of the knife- and the vampireās hand- into the wall. Reaching into his jacket once more, Jarlath quickly grabbed another knife and stabbed the vampireās other hand, while, with another hand, he grabbed a vial of holy water and splashed it onto the two wounds, making sure to enhance the vampireās pain and decrease the healing speed of the other man. āSo,ā Jarlath said, wiping his forehead with a handkerchief he had produced out of his suit jacket, āHow does it feel like to see your life passing in front of your eyes?ā The only response he got was a pained snarl. āToo bad. Pass the word along that missy here will be dead very soon, okay? Say that the Cacciatori were the ones behind it.ā His sentence faded into a low whisper as Jarlath glared down at his opponent, slowly digging into the manās body more holy water coated knives making sure he wouldnāt be able to slip off anytime soon (along with a normal knife to the vampireās throat.) āWell, then.ā Jarlath said, clapping his hands together as he turned around to watch the struggling female vampire. āDid anyone tell you that it isnāt good to trust a man whoād take you out into a dark alleyway to shag you? Dangers hide in every form- and in HIV and AIDs, though your kind might not get it, right?ā
A guttural noise came from the female vampire as she ripped out the knife from her delicate flesh in response, wincing at the powers of the silver and holy water against her neck. But before she knew it, another knife replaced the one she had just pulled out as two more landed straight through her heart, shoved in by Jarlathās cruel hand. āCac-ciat-tori!ā She snarled out as her final fake breath left her already dead body. āYes, Cacciatori. Well, then, good night.ā He turned and grinned at the male vampire struggling to release himself from the wall before walking away into the darkness of the alley.
Vitale Main House | 11:32 p.m.
Jarlath quietly opened the door to the large hall, sighing quietly as he closed the door behind him with a loud click. āBack home so early, Master Jarlath?ā A familiar voice said from his left, causing Jarlath to jump slightly as he turned his head to see the old man. His trusted butler- companion and good friend. āArnold. Donāt scare me like that.ā He muttered, shrugging his suit jacket off for the old man to hold. āAlso, send some men to this address and send it to this one,ā Jarlath took two notecards out of his pants pocket and handed it to the old man, āand have them finish the job that I left behind. They most likely will still be there. I changed my mind; kill the male vampire.ā The old man only let out a sigh and shook his head as he took the card- and Jarlathās coat- and walked away, presumably to find some men that would finish Jarlathās earlier hunt.
He knew it would be done.
Pacing up the large stairs, Jarlath sighed as he looked up at the family portrait of his father, sister and the matriarch- the family portrait that lacked his own presence. But it did not matter anymore to the Cacciatori second-in-command; his own hair would have been too jarring amongst the sea of blonde. Turning, he quickly paced up the last of the stairs as he turned towards where his sister and his own study was located at, raising an eyebrow as he saw a young man- a new secretary?- knocking timidly at Annabellaās door with a bunch of files in his grip. āWhat are you doing?ā Jarlath barked, his brow furrowing as he walked up to the boy. āI-I,ā The boy stuttered as Jarlath towered over him, scared of the reputation that the second-in-command had garnered. āIām sorry, Iām new here and I was told to bring these papers to the head-,ā
āAh, I see, youāre new boy who was supposed to come in today?ā Jarlath asked, holding out his hand to take all the files from the young shivering boy whom nodded in response, obviously too scared to speak any further. āItās okay. Iāll let this mistake slide this time; but remember that all paper work come my way, okay? Next time knock on the door on the other side of the corridor.ā Smiling, Jarlath nodded at his own door as he took the papers and took his leave, patting the boy on the shoulder as he did. āGo and get some rest. You might need it in this household- you never know.ā With that, Jarlath closed his door and paced across the room to his large desk that was pristine clean with but a few articles of paper. Placing the new pieces along with the old, Jarlath rounded his table and slumped down in his chair, yawning widely as he pulled off his tie and threw it across the room. It wasnāt late but Jarlath was tired. The hunt hadnāt done much to his energy levels but the lack of anything to do- or the surplus there of- caused a yawn to roll out of his mouth once again. But there was no time to waste: Jarlath had to find Annabella. Shrugging himself off of the chair once more it took all of Jarlathās energy to not slump down onto the carpet floor but to rather walk across the room once again and turn down the hallway, quickly ascending to the third floor before coming to a stop at a large door. His knock was sharp and loud as he cleared his throat and opened his mouth.
āAnnabella?ā