Early Hunt

 Twilight Fall Town

  Town Motel

 The town was a sophisticated one, composure and thoughtful to be precise. Perhaps, it was for the downset of the sun conferring upon the land a heavy dullness that could render one blind. The sky was starless and the moon was obviously out of sight, meticulous night for the creatures of the night. During the day, the streets and towns are always safe for the majorderances but during the dawn of night, everything becomes messy and rogue. In movies, horror lurks in the silhouettes, the night is the horror, along it comes not zombie breakouts or waste mutant experiments but vampires and not just vampires but many more.

 Bungalow structures coddled the land with bright bulbs shining over some dark sides saintliness and radiance, unstructured establishments could be seen also but with construction banners pasted on each walls and at the edge of the town was a bar, a motel to be accurate glowing from the windows light reflections to attract customers.

 HONK! ZOOM!

 He heard as automobiles and motorcycles sped across the asphalt road like race cars but none of these displeased his mind, he just kept his eyes overhauled at the entrance of the motel. He squatted at the edge of a roof, his physique shadowed down by the darkness of the night and his face hidden in mystery of misapprehension. Right on time, a car zoomed into the town before the building and the headlight shown on his face which made him duck back deep into the darkness to avoid observation. He came there for someone and he wasn't ready for an extensive assault, a silent one would pull the stunt.

 SLAM!

 The car's door jerked open and slammed back closed, he strode out smattering his black leather jacket on his stomach. He wore around his neck a bead organised necklace, leather wrist watch and a jean finalising it all with brown leather boots. He looked around, observant of his area but caught triviality in sight, then walked into the building.

 He came out of his hiding but the darkness still plagued his appearance silently, literally whom he has been loitering. A fellow of the twilight federation, The Blood Brotherhood.  An organisation known not to many but few, it is a group of lawless vampires as he would declare openly since they meddled with his past and that made them rebellious to him.

 THUD!

 He landed from the rooftop on the ground so silently only his boots made almost noiseless sounds, walking out of the darkness into the light, his appearance was portrayed. He was a human with an intermediate human height dressed in a long sleeve black leather jacket that stopped at his ankles, black turned in shirt underneath, black trouser, an utility belt strapped around his waist, black leather boots and black goggles shading his eyes. He was going to take the main entrance but that would only captivate more attentions than he would expect, so he looked up and with a single coercion on the ground, he was airborne landing on the rooftop of the motel.

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 Inside

 Disco glimmers and music crammed the air, deafening the ears instantly. The room was effectively occupied with different men and women, the air smells of drugs been abused and illegal flirtings. He walked in still smattering his black leather on his body as he strolled pass the countless crowds. He looked casually around as they screamed and danced to the symphonies of the music.

 No one could distinct him from the crowd but as soon as he walked at the end of the room, he stopped before a heavily built man and he nodded which made the man open the door for him negligibly and he walked in.

 The silence in the room blasted over him relieving his ears for some jiffies, he stopped immediately he entered the room, looked at his left then saw a glass cup of red liquid resting on the table beside him. They've been awaiting his entrance. He took and sniffed the pleasure of the liquor into his nostrils then breathed out casually before taking a sip from it as he walked down the aisle.

 The room was like a museum with no artefacts and nothing, it was as empty as a naked room but in the middle of the room was a circular table with a dead body lying helplessly on it, the floor was streaming with crimson fluid that oozed around like a water corrosion. The ceiling was partially made of glass and wood reflecting the darkness over the room but wall lights hanging on each walls brightened up the room enough to subdue the darkness within. Surrounding the table were three men all dressed in black suits seated on plastic chairs as they fed mouthfully from the corpse.

  "So, i get to drink from the leftover?" He asked as he walked in majestically with the glass cup in his right hand.

 A member of the men turned at him, his eyes as red as blood, his mouth was dripping with blood and as he replied, his fangs retracted slowly "You missed the whole relaxation brother!" He confided giggling towards the latter.

 He gave him a wintry hug "welcome Alan..." the man welcomed him but Alan cut in instead.

  "It's Alan Dawn brother, Alan Dawn!" He sneered taking another sip from his cup.

  "Am I so glad to see you today mate." The man grinned, revealing his white teeth. He patted Alan on the shoulder as he urged their movement towards the table "You know, since the Councils of the hidden world segregated the vampire confranity, it has been very hard for me to find an exotic pal."

 Alan chuckled "same here Danny, i just sometimes end up feeding on mine." He laughed and Danny laughed in retrieval.

 Danny patted him more on his left shoulder "C'mon, join us for the feast of reunion!" He finalised spreading out his arms and Alan laughed remarkably.

 SHATTER!

 From the glass ceiling he fell landing with a crouch, his black cloak-like jacket swinging behind like a cape and his black long hair fell down his face like worms but his eyeglass never budged. His emergence attracted the attentions of the four men and they immediately turned at him.

  "What the hell?" Danny hesitated in fear on sighting the intruder.

 Many has heard of him like imagined gossips but few has literally caught a glimpse of him, he was the fear lying still within his opponents, sleeping and lingering to be awaken by his image. He was one of a kind known mostly as the Daywalker but goes by the moniker Bloodbath. Funny why he ambushes his own race rather then chase down other creatures.

  "What the hell is he doing here?" A man asked behind Alan.

 Without saying a word, he pointed at Alan and fear squeezed Into his dead body like a child. Alan looked back in fear and slowly footed back but Bloodbath nodded his head negatively ostensively warning him not to run.

 ROAR!

 A man charged at him like a cougar with his irises red and nails wrenching rapidly to his assault, but Bloodbath snapped instantly based on reflexes meandering into the air like a ninja and landed behind the aggressor. He turned acutely at him but with his leg submitting a volley kick at the latter's face which sent him twirling backward while in the air.

 He turned at the remaining men, he watch as Alan ran out through the main entrance and as soon as he left, some men walked in, all growling and snarling with red flashy eyes. Bloodbath beamed exposing white fangs. Known genetically, he was a part of them and a part of the humans. That's what makes him outstanding.

 Bloodbath tucked his hands behind his belt and brought out two black guns "did you guys miss me?" He asked snickering.

 SHOOT! BAM! THOOM!

 He never stopped as his fingers pulled the triggers, he just smiled and ran forward acrobatically shooting and weaving attacks as predicated from his intruders. In less than seconds, they were dead with their bodies undetected. His bullets were made of silver and would instantly disintegrate any undead creatures into dust in no time.

 He ran after the gone Alan into the open room filled with happy dancers and vampires but as soon as he stopped into the midst of the crowd, they stopped. They could smell his human fresh blood mixed with his vampiric blood, they turned at him in fear but no one dare approach him. For years, he has been the hunter of their race but no one dare confront him, even the Councils of the hidden world couldn't confront him or perhaps they just left him to continue his personal judgement but his motive and aim was more than just judgement, it was languishing over for vengeance.

 SCREECH!

 He heard the sound of tyres squealing arrogantly on the ground and he knew Alan was on the lenient, he has been after the vampire for seven fortunate years and he's giving not a chance out of his sight anymore. They made way for him as he ran, he pushed the metal door angrily it jerked off the wall like it was made of wood but he was too unpunctual. The black Camry screamed as it made a U-turn and dashed across the asphalt road like a projectile.

 He gritted his teeth in fury but something else caught his attention, he heard loud sirens far behind like they were right behind his ears. He was doing the humans a favour but the cops wanted him arrested as they thought of him a threat to the society, killing without impediments. He looked up at the rooftop and with a solo bounce, he landed before abscond into the sadness of the night like a ghoul.