Eisei watched the figure before him carefully, his eyes unmoving. Its dying skin, stretched across its degrading body. This vampire was ancient, far older than he had anticipated. There was no doubt in Eisei's mind, that this was the City's Master. Whether every vampire liked it or not, this beast had waltzed in and took over. When he did, Eisei couldn't be sure, but he'd been in this place a long time, without a doubt. Eisei saw beyong him, where she lay helpless. His skin bristled at the sight of her, anger jumping into his mind, making him ready to rip the vampire apart. Instead, he breathed deeply and calmed himself. The smell of death and decay had swamped him since he first walked in, and it was nothing more than a sign now. A sign of how many humans this thing had captured, and used for blood, just so he wouldn't have to risk the sun. Eisei measured the distance between them, a mere six feet or so. Eisei sighed lighly, stretching his body, "So, exactly how old are you, if you don't mind me asking? From the way your body creaks, I'd guess about.......2500? Give or take a few dozen centuries, right?"
The vampire smirked lightly, "Not bad, half breed. 2456, to be exact." Eisei nodded, looking around the room, "Quite a dank place you've got. Why so few guards though? I only killed 13 on my way in." His smirk was back it its original pursed monstrosity, "I hadn't expected a Dhampir. My second said your power far exceeded his own, and believed you a vampire...." Eisei nodded, "Oh, yes, him. Ja, I killed him by the way." The vampire nodded, "Yes, I was aware. He exploded some time after he gave me his message." Eisei smiled, "Yep, that was me. So, Vampire, who exactly are you? I don'y have any information on the name of this place's owner, 'Mr. Alfred Showenheir'." The vampire shrugged, "I have no name anymore. It was useless, so I gave it up. You may know my old title though......." He smiled devilishly, "Black Mage of The Marshes, is what they called me I believe." Eisei formed a fist, adrenaline flooding his body. Had he been human, that name would of struck fear in heart. Now though, it merely brought excitement. If that really was his title, then he had quite a bone to pick with him, "Is that true?" He nodded, which made Eisei reach into the coat and bring out two bottles of water, "Guess I won't be leaving this city as soon as I expected. He threw the bottles forward, slashing them open in a small exlposion of holy water. The vampire dodged without effort, which worked perfectly. The water soaked the girl, which made mister black mage back up enough that Eisei could grab her. He rushed for the door, releasing another bottle on the ground of the doorway as another line of defenseless. RUnning, he saw the first set of knives he'd set up, at a crossing. Electrical energy, which he had place, puled along the walls. He set his energy to its signature, wrapping it around the girl, and pushed on. He did the same for the next four, each one taking only a second for him to get through. With each one a different frequency, even that ancient vampire would have to take his time to get through, or risk endangering his body. He would still get through however, and with great speed if his power was as great as Eisei thought, so he worked first on escaping with her. When he found himself at the entrance of the underground facility, he chose instead to kick it down, than to wait for it to open naturally. Rushing into the broad light of day, Eisei stood outside the funeral parlor, quietly contemplating what he'd have to do. Putting his hood up to hide the sheathed blades, Eisei held the girl close and walked calmly away. First, he had to keep her safe. For that, he'd need a house.
Walking swiftly, Eisei remembered something. Stopping an an alley, Eisei slipped the trench coat off and put her in it, zipping it gently so her body has hidden. He took a look a her. She was alive, he knew for sure, but from the way her abdomen felt he thought she might have a broken rib or two. He would have to take her to a hospital, to be make sure she would heal properly. A thought occured to him, and he brought the necklace out. If he took her to a hospital, he'd have to make sure she was safe. Sliding the necklace onto her neck, he straightened it as he picked her up gently and walked. It looked quite beautiful on her, and it would soften the look of the receptionist when he reached Sacred Heart. It was the closest Catholic Hospital he knew of, and no vampire could step foot on such ground.
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