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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/17/2017 6:41:07 AM
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"Eh. That's not as much fun. I like the feeling of having people practically worship me nonstop. It's funny to see them fight over serving me....Well, are you going off to hunt right now?"
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"Nah. Pierre and Brother Thomas have that covered for now. It's been pretty slow, actually. Usually they're lining up to try and prove their worth by trying to kill one of us. It's dumb, but they do it. And I always kill them." [b]His wicked smile grows even more, to inhuman proportions. It was quite frankly extremely unsettling.[/b] "Always. Not a single one has escaped me. And let me tell you... I revel in each drop of blood I spill."
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"Uh huh. Ya see, man. You may not think of yourself as crazy, but you look f*cking insane on the outside to other people. Might want to work on that if you ever want to be invited to anything at all."
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"I never said I wasn't crazy. I just said they weren't crazy. Although I would call Thomas a religious nut though. He's got a few screws loose, but nothing a lobotomy won't fix." [b]The Vampire Hunter takes a large swig from his little bottle of vampire blood, and smiles, licking his lips.[/b] "You know, it's rather remarkable how sweet a vampire's blood is. Like honey." [b]He puts the bottle out, offering it to her.[/b] "Want some?"
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"Sure. Not the first time." Gara grabbed the bottle and took a sip before offering it back. "Young."
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[b]The Vampire Hunter laughs. He slowly takes the bottle back, drinking a bit more and returning it to his jacket.[/b] "Yes. Very young. Thirteen years old, to be precise. Killed her just yesterday, so it's very fresh. Although it does age very well, the young blood. Like whiskey or tequila. Not wine. Wine is for aristocrats and bitches. And I am neither."
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"Well, I embrace the title of b*tch after being called one so many times. But uhh...isn't 13 a bit young? I'm surprised you were able to kill her. Most people have trouble killing those who're still considered a child."
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[b]The smile grows a little more, a little more wicked.[/b] "I've been alive longer than any other person to ever walk the sands of the Earth. I am thousands of years old. You think by now I have absolutely any qualms about killing children? If they are an undead, they have to die. Plain and simple. Even ghosts. We keep a lot of salt and iron on us for them. You'd be surprised how... Fragile they are." [b]He laughs again.[/b]
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"Oh yeah...haha. I think I'm done here for now if there's no hunt. See you around, weirdo." Gara turned away and waved over her shoulder.
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"Oh, we're always on the hunt. We're just looking for some quarry right now. Do you know anyone with red eyes who is mostly active at night? Or anyone with unusually yellow teeth? Maybe we can tear them out. Or would you perhaps know about a ghost?"
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"No, not that I can think of." She turned back around. "Sorry, but I normally don't specifically hunt the paranormal. I just hunt."
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"Hm. Well then. That's a predicament... Though can you inform some people of something? Just anyone? I'm having a... Party later today." [b]His eyes burn with that blue fire again, something completely unnatural in them. It was kind of frightening.[/b] "If you catch my drift."
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"I get it." She winked before heading off again. "Can't wait for the party, Hunter. See you there."
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[b]He tips his hat down at her, the smile defending receding a tiny bit.[/b] "See you there."
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"I'll murder extra harsh for you." [spoiler]End?[/spoiler]
