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Crimson Snow

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a part of Crimson Snow, by Angel-Chii.

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Angel-Chii holds sovereignty over dark-fantasy, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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dark-fantasy is a part of Crimson Snow.

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Lacey Marchesa [1] Ice Doll
Jett Leons [1] J.
Anna Nielsen [0] Vampire,
Salem [0] Human, Vampire Hunter
Bel Revelaxes [0] Ancient Vampire king resurrected by the Council of Elders to lead the take over of the Mortal World.
Thaina Kay [0] vampire

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"Do we have everything?" asked a tall man, his faced cloaked in the darkness of the tomb. The one he was speaking to turned around and took a heavy sigh. "We still need a few things... are you sure we should be doing this? We don't know anything about the guy or what he'll do if were able to bring him back." The tall man stepped into the light, his face was decrepit and worn. He grabbed the other man by the throat and lifted him high into the air. "You will not refer to our Master in that tone or manor." He released the man, him falling to the floor and gasping for breath. "But yes, we do not know what he will do. It's all a matter of faith in the end. Hurry, the sooner he returns the sooner we will be able to move forward." The tall old man disappeared into the darkness, leaving the other in the sarcophagus chamber by himself.

They had nearly everything they needed. The only items missing was a possession of the one and a blood orchid. the possession could be found inside the sarcophagus, so once the man in there got it opened, their list would be down to one. The only true challenge is the orchid, which is not even known to exist amongst the vampires. Rumors say they can be found it only one spot in the world, but where that one spot is they can only guess. They have narrowed it down to three possible countries, but they are very large countries.

The man pried the door of the sarcophagus open, a few millenniums worth of dust exploding at him. Taking a deep breath and dusting himself off for a few minutes he looked inside to see the remains of the King and a sheathed sword laying beside his body.

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The small pitter patter of running feet echoed over the rooftops of the sleepless city, practically gliding from one building to another. Anyone who had any knowledge of vampires would know that this was a very powerful one that was on the run. Just then, another pair of running feet began to carry over the cold wind. These were heavier and more clumsy than the set of light feet that came before it. It was a human, known as Salem. He had been hunting this female vampire for months, and now she was beginning to pull away from him!

He slung his pistols out from beneath his coat as he watched the dark and slender silhouette twist and flip into the air over the buildings. It had been a long time since he had to use his pistols to slow his target down. Most other vampires were not this alert or quick on their feet. Salem was beginning to wonder what he was getting himself into just as he unleashed a wave of bullets soaring towards the female vampire. Suddenly, before any of the bullets made contact, the target vanished into the darkness.

"What the-" Salem muttered, almost unsure of what had just happened. He had only seen this once when he hunted his very first vampire. It was a technique that they had, a stealth ability. Only the powerful ones who had mastered secrecy and deceit were able to use the darkness to vanish.

The young vampire hunter tried to quiet his breathing as he scanned the roof top, holding both pistols out in front of him. She was still here. He could feel it. He had seen too much and he knew she would want him dead so as not to trouble her again. But nothing moved and the pitter patter of her feet had disappeared with her.

Suddenly, he heard a hiss as the vampire reappeared from above, crashing down on top of him. Her little hands wrapped around his left arm and neck. "You're becoming a bit of a nuisance, Salem. And I don't like stalkers." She hissed even louder in his ear as she prepared to bite.

"A shame," he smirked, "and here i thought we were becoming such good friends." Without wasting anymore time, Salem swung his right hand around to her torso, took aim and pulled the trigger. Once everything was quiet and the danger had been dealt, with Salem took in a deep breath as he checked his wounds. A gash was straight across his stomach, bleeding through his shirt. "Ugh, that was a close one. You're getting reckless." He told himself as he found a ladder and climbed his way down to the streets.

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Guilt set in. That girl clearly didn't belong here. To innocent and to young. Yet with every glance he cast, his yearning to talk to her grew. She sat in the corner, surrounded by people yet alone and staring directly at him. She smiled, almost as if she could read his thoughts but that was impossible. Then she moved. Slow and calm, she leaned over and whispered something to a woman next to her. Then just as calmly, she stood and headed towards him.

People were starting to leave, with the exception of the small group in the corner and another group of people who were still dancing. The beat was dark and heavy, but he couldn't seem to concentrate on it. "Hell.." He began to introduce himself until her hand reached out. That small pale hand gripped his shirt tightly and with one simple pull, he stumbled forward, his mouth meeting hers. She kissed him hungrily, her teeth pulling at his lower lip. He wanted to close his eyes and lose himself but something kept him staring into the one fierce blue eye, the other hidden behind a white patch.

Blood began to run down the sides of his mouth and still she fed fiercely. Around them, the group she sat with moved picking off the few humans left. The bartender watched them all, beer in hand. As the life disappeared from his eyes, she pulled away and released his shirt. She watched the body crumple into a bloody mess in front of her. "Take care of this one for me Dave." She flashed a smile in the bartenders direction before turning and leaving the club.

In the cool night air, Anna could already smell more death and blood. The sidewalks were full of potential victims but nothing was calling to her. Boredom set in once more. A problem easily rectified.