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The fading sunlight brought life to the large town's tavern. Patrons were already becoming drunk, while others were beginning their gambling addictions with one another. Barmaids were quick to bring ale and drinks, as well as quick to take up their tips. Other women, ones who worked best at night, were roaming over the occupants, looking for work. It was obvious they didn't care if their customers were men or women, since they proposed a fun evening to both.

One prostitute had offered herself to a woman, who was sitting, chatting at the bar with another patron while drinking from her mug. The woman raised her hand to decline the offer. "You are pretty, but it is just not my thing," she said with a smile. The whore, somewhat disappointed, made her way toward the other patrons, hoping to find someone.

"What was your name again?" asked the man, whom the woman had been talking to.

"Senta," she replied, before taking another drink. "Just stopping by the town for a few days." She tossed her golden brown hair away from her face, and her blue eyes scanned the others that were currently in the tavern.";

He roamed the streets in silence. His gaze casually looking about. He rested his gaze upon a small tavern and smiled a bit as he heard a cluster of faint noises from within. His accelerated senses making out near abouts every word of every conversation. He quietly focused his ears as if listening for something in particular. First he simply heard a womans voice say her name then heard other female voices going about asking others about having a good time. A small smirk crossed his face as he knew he had the right place.

"Tis time for this one. He hungers..." He spoke softly as his eyes flashed red.

He quietly opened the door and stepped in, his long hair and near formal dress giving off the air of a wealthy man which quickly drew a couple of the hookers to him all asking rather provacative questions quickly giving away what they were doing as though it wasn't obvious enough as it was. He quietly looked them over before pointing at one.

"You shall do nicely for my desires...I choose you." As he spoke a slight smirk crossed his lips as he flipped his hand over holding it out to her.

"Come...Let us go have some..."fun'."

Senta had noticed the 'wealthy' looking man as he entered, along with several others. Her eyes focused on him for a long moment, as he conversed between the women, and finally pointed one out. Senta raised her mug, but kept it tilted just enough so her eyes didn't leave him for even a moment. Something didn't strike just right with this man. Such a wealthy looking gentleman, looking for the comfort of a floozy?

"Guilty pleasure, I suppose," she said aloud, as she sat her mug down and finally looked away. The man she was talking to looked at her, a little confused.

The woman that the newcomer had pointed out, looked quite pleased. This man looked to have lots of money, so she would do her best to please him, to say the least. She took his hand, grinned seductively, and led him to the hall that would take them to the inn that was connected.

He smirked a bit more as he led her away from the crowds and too the hall.
He turned his head last second and locked his gaze on the woman at the bar as he felt her gaze pierce him and he quirked a brow as he disappeared down the hall from her sight. He then turned his gaze back to the woman silent for a moment before speaking in a low tone.

"Are you sure you are capable of giving me that which I desire? My mind says yes but sometimes...I can't always trust my mind. Allow me to hear from from those...sweet succulent lips of yours. Then I can rest assured I chose well..."

The woman looked up at him, far too eager to oblige. "Of course, I will give you anything you desire... for the right price." She added the last part, knowing far too well men who tried to use her and leave without paying.

Senta perked up, feeling a bit odd about something around her. Her eyes moved around the room again, before moving down toward the hall. She stood, her eyes not leaving the darkened area. But she didn't make to go toward the area. Her instincts told her to wait. And she knew very well to listen to her instincts.

"Another, please," she said, holding up her mug to the bartender.

He nodded lightly as a light chuckle escaped his lips.

"There is no such thing as a right price in this world. There is only things that beings desire crave and need with numbers placed upon them. A testament to how strong and ruling the arduous forthcoming sin of greed can be and will continue to be. But you can rest assured. You will be well reimbursed for your donation to my desires."

He then chuckled softly as he glanced back over his shoulder quickly.

"Now...which room shall suffice for our needs...?"

Seeming satisfied with his answer, the woman turned, and led him toward a room at the end of the hall. "This one I always keep reserved," she said with a wink. She opened the door for him, before slipping inside with him.

Senta watched the two, from her safe spot in the shadows. If her instincts were right, that woman was in a hell of a lot of trouble. Once it seemed safe enough to continue, she stepped quietly along the hall, toward the closed door. Once there, she would listen as she readied her crossbow, arming it with a blessed silver bolt.

He silently placed a hand on the womans shoulders as he gently pushed her towards the bed then went around to the front of her as looked at her quietly before speaking.

"The sin of lust. A powerful sin it is. One that many choose not to look upon as a sin. It's embrace can be warm and securing or cold and merciless. It combined with the sin of greed opens the door for a life risking combination. Your path is the most lethal...the cold merciless grip of lust combined with greed. Selling off your body to anyone who would pay the price. I did say you would be reimbursed for your donation to my desires. BUT my desires are not what you think..."

He would then wrap one arm tightly around her and clap his other hand over her mouth to keep her silent...or at least muffled.

"My desire is to feed...your blood will be my meal...and I will reimburse you by removing you from this cold, merciless world. I shall save you from the haunting torment and agony that awaits around every corner. Rest will and I pray the lord your soul to take. I hope he forgives you for your sins..."

He would then lean in quickly and bite down on her neck as he began feeding.

The words were muffled, to say the least, as she tried to listen through the door. But he was definitely speaking. One does not give a large speech when one wanted just their sexual desires fulfilled. But she couldn't just barge in, with no proof that the man was an unholy being. It would befrowned upon if she just interrupted sessions like this and shot down a man.

But there was silence now. And it was very rare that one would remain silent during an act of pleasure. She no longer hesitated, and kicked open the door, aiming her crossbow for the first thing she saw.

He stared at her quietly as he finished draining the woman and gently scooped her upand laid heron the bed and used his fingers to close her eyes.

"Rest well in eterniy..." he spoke softly before turning his attention back to the new woman.

"The sin of wrath. Harbinger of pain destruction and death. So...this is wrath'scurrent physical embodiment...or...would you be the sin of envy? Undoubtably your a hunter of some kind...but why is it you hunt? Do you envy our power? Our everlasting life?"

He then focused his gazeon the crossbow.

"Regardless of which reason suits you best you are clearly no amateur hunter..."

Her eyes narrowed as he spoke. Her lips spread into a thin smirk and she said, rather curtly, "An embodiment of sin? Hardly... And me envy you? Not likely... I have come to terms with my own mortality. No, I am the direct descendent of the Mörder bloodline, blessed by the one True God to vanquish all unholy beings from this realm. Far from sin."

She aimed her crossbow directly at his heart. "Whether you are prepared or not, I will cleanse this world of you and send you back to the depths of darkness."

He chuckled softly at her words as he shook his head.

"Religion...such a controversial subject. Here I stand before you. A vampire. A creature of the night. Once a normal mortal man. Your chosen prey. Yes...I say that openly. And yet you claim to be free of sin but you carry the mantel of a hunter. Perhaps one of the most sin filled and plagued mantels one can carry. Before you cast a rebuttal upon me though allow me a moment to speak what it is I mean."

He then turned his back to her as he clasped one wrist in one of his hands behind his back and walked towards a nearby window.

"This one true god you speak of. Do I believe in his existence? Yes. I do. And I do fear his might and wrath as any would. But it is said that God created the entire universe. Plants...oceans...mountains...stars in the sky. 6 days for this cruel world in which we live with a 7th day to rest afterwards...the sabbath. It is said he created all in his image. So the man behind the bar is in his image...you are in his image. And I am in his image... And it is also a sin to kill...yet here you stand before me claiming to be sin free but threatening to kill me. Another created in his image. I can fully understand man being scared of the unknown...and we...my kind count as unknown...and thus man sins by killing us out of their being scared and fearful...with that said I present to you a question. A riddle of sorts..."

He then turned around and looked back at her.

"If your god is so mighty then why doesn't he just rid the world of nosferatu himself? And why allow such a being to exist if he did not want it to? It matters not if you say nosferatu are spawn of the devil as either way of god did not want us, he could simply end us himself. So this tells me one of two things. Either god does want us and your actually going against him by killing us...or he simply doesn't truly exist...or at least isn't as powerful as you make him out to be."

He then chuckled softly.

"Again I say...such a controversial subject matter."

He then looked to the dead hooker in momentary silence.

"I assume you know enough of this world to at least agree that I did do her a favor by removing her from it's merciless clutches...and if you agree then you would have no problem with doing as I did and pray for the forgiveness of her sins and wish her safe passage through the gate to the divine holy land known as heaven. You can rest assured I will do you know harm while you do so... Please lay your weapon down and do gods will and pray for the soul of the dearly departed. When you are complete...if you are really so bent on hunting me and my kind then I shall make you and offer you may actually enjoy."

Senta had heard it all before. Once, she had tried arguing on the subject, such as 'The Lord works in mysterious ways' and 'God blessed man with the power to slay the demons, because he himself cannot punish directly the spawns of Hell'. But she had also learned long ago, that one could spend the rest of their life arguing over the reasons why God does what he does.

"I deal directly with the unholy seeds of Hell, the ones who influence humanity. I do not involve myself with the sins of man, for they are freely chosen, and God is the final judge of man. You have a demon inside of you, which was not created in the image of God. That is why I hunt you, and can justify my actions." She looked to the woman though, pity filling her heart. A blessing should indeed be preformed, and, though she would most definitely kill this undead anyway, she would hear him out.

She lowered her crossbow, and took quick steps to the body, before laying her weapon down beside the girl, and preforming a cross sign across her chest with her fingers.

"God, Almighty Father, who art in heaven ---" she said, closing her eyes. "Weigh the sins of which she committed against the good deeds of which she carried out. Please judge this woman with the depths of your compassion... Amen."

And after a moment, she opened her eyes, placing her hand gently on the girl's head, before turning to the man who committed the murder.

He bowed his head and closed his eyes in respect as she had prayed for the woman as well muttering 'amen' softly. He then looked at her and smiled softly.

"As I said...you did that and thus I shall fulfill my end. Pardon me if I seem to ramble on but it would seem a hunter is the best choice at times to get things off ones chest... You see... I am not a pureblood. I was not born. I was embraced by the darkness that taints my heart. I don't seek purification this day which is why I ask you lower your weapon before me. Instead I seek vengeance upon the cause of this curse. I, like you, hunt my own kind. I seek them out one by one and destroy them and send them to the very bowels of the darkness below. I am no psychic but I am going to guess you are wondering why I chose to attack this woman then? The answer is quite simple. You know of a vampires downsides. Inability to see the sun again. The hunger. Well...a vampire can feed off of another but it is only good for making ourselves stronger. It does nothing for the hunger itself so unfortunately I must seek mortal targets. I actually prefer veering away from humans in the aspect but this town doesn't have much in the way of wildlife...and what it does have would do nothing for me. In the cases in which I am forced to resort to such measures, I pick my meal carefully. Like this woman here. Ones who have fallen into the grasp of sin and evil too far to escape on their own. I have stopped in this town on my way home. I have received a message from my spouse in regards to a matter that involves combating numerous of my own kind. We have a few vampire allies standing by our side. Ones like me. Avoid feeding on humans when possible and so forth. We also have mortals with us. Strong fighters...a couple of hunters like yourself who understand in which we are coming from. I can guide you to my home with the promise of slaying vampires who are not like me. The ones who define the stereotype that makes mortals fear us. The ones who I would delight in watching their hearts pierced by one of your bolts. I present this offer to you in hopes that you won't hold such a prejudicial ideal of what makes a vampire what it is. With hopes you will understand that there are actually vampires who exist that fight for the mortals against their own kind rather than fight against the mortals just to sate a thirst they do not desire to have."

Senta hissed at his words. "I would never fight along side ones such as you. No matter your cause, I am meant to destroy your kind; to destroy any abomination that God, himself wills out of the world. It runs deep in my blood to destroy your kind with little mercy." She took heavy breaths as she watched him, then quickly picked her crossbow up and aimed it at him once again.

But she didn't fire it. Instead, she stood in thought, debating with herself. Take out one now, or she could indeed follow him, and take out so many more. Slowly, she lowered her weapon, coming to a decision.

She would follow him, and fight his war, and then turn to destroy the rest of them. No undead would be allowed to roam this realm if she could help it.

"I will go with you, but only to slay the undead. I am not your friend, and I am not working with you. That is against my code. I only go because you offer me more than just you."

He simply chuckled softly at her response as he closed your eyes.

"I never said this would make us allies or friends of any sort. It is just following a saying. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. In this case keeping your enemy...me...close to you leads you to many more enemies which I'm sure you will gain some delight in slaying. Do note however. As we are targeting the same enemies for this circumstance, I will ask you don't harm those who I consider an ally. We will need all the help we can get as the enemies numbers are drastically high. In truth I don't expect many to walk from this alive. Given what I know of your allies for this, I truthfully only expect six or seven to survive. That could go to seven or eight depending on how you are. Just because I can tell your no amateur doesn't mean your good. For all I know all your experience comes from dealing with fledgings. Not seasoned and aged like what we're going to be dealing with. No offense to you but you will need to prove me otherwise."

He would then walk around her and chuckled softly.

"You can either prove yourself now...or on the battle field. But either way I can't waste anymore time."

He then headed out the door and down the hall headed back to the bar.

Senta's eyes narrowed, and she watched him as he walked around her. And when he left, she didn't immediately follow. She shouldered her crossbow and gave a heavy sigh, her eyes gazing from down in front of her, and then over to the girl on the bed.

"The more I take out before I die... the better..." she said softly to herself, before turning to follow behind him. It was hard for her to believe that she was really doing this... but then again, it was quite the logical thing to do.

She slowly caught up to him, and said, quietly, "And just how am I suppose to prove I'm of superior skill? Not that it is important for me to prove it to you..."

He glanced at her out the corner of his eye and smirked softly.

"How you prove yourself to me is quite simple. You fight me. As you know vampires have accelerated abilities. They are stronger and faster than normal humans. They have enhance sight hearing and so forth. To confront even a fledgling without a weapon can bear disastrous results. And as I said these are not fledglings we will be dealing with. I am not egotistical nor do I blow smoke up my own backside but I will say that I am not the strongest vampire you will encounter in your life but I will be among the strongest. Your test to prove yourself to me is simple. I am going to take your crossbow...and any other weapons you may have and I am going to toss them a ways away from us. We will then engage in hand to hand combat with your goal being to reacquire at least one of your weapons. Since we will be fighting multiple opponents, I won't be judging by how well you do against me. Instead I will be visualizing and imagining how you would fare against multiple opponents based on how you fare against me. Of course you will be entering the fight armed but the situation may arise where you become disarmed. Simply put I will be judging bow you will fair in the worst case scenario."

He then stopped and pointed a finger at her tensor as though he wanted to impale her with it.

"I will not hold back. Chances are you will get bumps and bruises during this test. You will be hurt. You may wind up with broken bones but!"

He then lowered the pointing finger.

"I will not kill you as it's only a test. And any injuries you may sustain I will heal them as best as I can. Starting of course with the more major ones."

He then turned and continued walking.

"What say you to this test? Look at the unspoken benefit. You will get to try and pummel me a bit."

He then chuckled softly.

Senta couldn't help but smirk. Though she would rather just kill this man, beating him a bit would suffice for now. "Fine, I accept your challenge. But, don't mistake me for a normal Hunter. I don't need weapons to fight."

She knew of her bloodlines passive trait, but she very much doubted her knew. So she couldn't wait to surprise him with it.

((Sorry, short!))

He smirked a bit as well as he walked back into the bar.

"Then it sounds as though this should be interesting."

He then stopped and looked about for a moment before closing his eyes for a moment.

"It's strange how the evil ones of my kind like to think they are unbeatable. Yet all it takes is jabbing a piece of wood into their heart. The same thing can both them and the ones they hunt. Sounds a bit ironic for a race that considers itself superior."

He would then chuckle softly.

"Yet as a result of their overbearing nature, everyone in this place potentially has their life at risk."

He would then head for the door.

"Come. We will find some place private for this test. Away from the peering eyes of the public lest a display of what I am would cause mass hysteria and riots. And I really don't feel like doing that right now. I'll save that trick for another day."

He would then smirk again and open the door and stand to the side allowing her to exit first.

"Ladies first."

(It's ok. Think mine are about to start being a bit shorter too. All those longed winded monologues gave me cramps. Heh.)