In Death Does One See the Light, by Vaelyn

Published: Dec 28 2007

The streets were all dark and desolate. Shadows lurked at every corner. And no one on the streets seemed to care much about anything. Citizens full of apathy and disillusionment, going from day to day with no hope for tomorrow and no real concern for their fellow townsmen - a perfect feeding territory for a child of the night.

Yet despite this buffet that lay before him, Huskaria was too dull and dry to keep Vaelyn entertained. The shadow perched himself atop the bell tower of the Huskarian church. It was night, and the sky was clouded. The air was cool and a soft breeze whistled through town. There was a new smell in the air, something besides the odor of a rotting village. It was the familiar scent that always seemed to precede rain.

Vaelyn looked down and watched as townsfolk shuffled through the darkness. His cold, blue eyes looking from one end of the village to the other. Then a strange sound came from down one of the dark alleys. The shadow could sense the necromantic energies being abused. He could smell the blood flow, a coppery taste in the wind. Vaelyn cocked his brow as he watched a raving lunatic barrel through the streets of Huskaria, slaughtering all in view.

A vampire, no less. The fool attracts attention to himself. He's liable to find a stake in his heart. The shadow thought. It actually angered Vaelyn, somehow. Seeing such recklessness. Almost as if the sheer idiocy of this vampires' actions insulted him. His fingers twitched as they brushed the hilt of his slender daggers. His fangs extended and he could sense the feel of the hunt. The assassin had his sights set upon this damn fool. And in a moment, he was ready to drop down from the bell tower and end the pointless killing below.

A drop.

Vaelyn's body ached. And he knew not why. He's vision blurred and in mere moments, all he could see was a brilliant flash of red and an intense pain. Something wasn't right.

Another drop.

Then he saw him. His sire, Urynmaal. He saw him die. The pain was immense and it caused him to cry out. Then it subsided. But he was surrounded in a pool of his own blood. His fingers too numb to wield his blades.

Dead? So he has finally met his end. Vaelyn managed a smile.