Scrapped Bible Iron

In this world of the future, is where demons, vampires, various creatures and ghouls stir, slithering through the many trappings behind a veil of darkness.

And upon a pale moonlit night, someone was already finding out one of the many bands of creatures that slither through the darkness, this time, in the form of vampires swarming around his body, writhing against each other, fanged mouths agape as their dentin and enamel extend from their jaws, like a sea of gaping mouths, readying to draw blood. All of them circling around the altar stone, their claws scratching against the edges just close enough to the person bound and blinded without actually cutting him. All of this, within a long-abandoned church.

But as the waves of black cloaks surge readying to take their fill by force, their laughter rising out of them, the door into this potential incident is opened suddenly. All with force as violent as this dark wavy format's desire for the blood of the man before them, upon the altar. A figure stands motionless in the doorway. The vampires chitter amongst themselves.

"Has the master returned already?" They wonder, the figuring moving forward before slumping over, the swarm flying to their sides. "They're dead, the master's dead!" They cry out, before finally spotting the other figure in the doorway. "Who-" SLASH goes some kind of blade through 3 of the closest vampires too fast for them to feel, cleanly split from the head down, their hearts ripped open.

All present try to swarm the threat immediately, "We can still save the master with the blood of another!" One yells as they too are torn to rough chunks.

This pattern continues, through much of the room, as a long, thin blade at the end of the figure's arm, continues moving, reaching, across the space. Nobody in that room feels safe, until none of them can feel anything at all.

Except the man, though now he can feel the limpened hands around him, that had previously gripped him by fear and urgency. Now he just hears heavy boots approaching him until they're right beside him. He feels an icy few digits touch his face, he cries out.

"AAH! Don't kill me PLEASE!" Beginning to fidget and squirm, trying to move away.

"Harker stem cell grafts" The person hisses "Instant vampire cockroaches. Your 'neighbours' hired me to save you. Are you marked?" The unknown entity ask, nigh-demands of the man. "A-am I what?" "Did any of these roaches of vampires bite you?" The hunting entity specifies, quickly removing the blindfold as well. The man yelp at the cold touch once again.

"Ah, I see" the hunter entity comments looking at the man's face, moving it left to right. "S-see what? Get off!" The guy squirm, to which the entity relents their pale hand. "You're lucky I got here. Those lesser vampire had more that one hunger it seems." "What...? Whaddya mean by that?" "Blood can be gotten from any source, be it human or if desperate or merciful, cows or pigs. Maybe even sheep's blood." The entity responds, walking around the room studying its contents. Eyeing the walls with particular interest gleaming in their sight of one area.

"Seriously what did you mean with that comment? More than one hunger?" The man asks, realising he's already been cut free, without seeing what was used he quickly realises. "Well," the hunter begins putting a hand slowly across the wall. "I believe the more forward way to say this, is that you're a somewhat beautiful twink," "I- Huh...? Oh damn I..." "And you're a bottom. No wonder those cockroaches were hungry- Ah, here." The hunter speaks as casually as speaking on matters of the weather "Hey!" The man yelps in response.

"Hm? What?" The hunter asks, looking to see the twink in question is pouting of all things. "You're seriously pouting? You're oo about 20 or so and you're pouting?" "Hmph!" "You're lucky that your little settlement and neighbours paid me the extra gold." "Eh? The hell does that m-?" "Brat tax, once I learned you're more difficult, now shut up." "Hmph! Some hero you are, so rude!"

The hunter turns their whole body to look at the man. "If you don't shut the fuck up, human I'll gag you with your blindfold." "Harder daddy?" They respond. "Wrong gender." "Harder mommy? I mean momm-" The hunter is already in front of the man, bare palm pressed against his mouth, fingers locked around his head. "These are vampires which are food to me, as are you. Be quiet. I'm trying to make sure there's nothing left of these fuckers, to come back from or otherwise recuperate their losses." The man does a thumbs up.

The hunter pulls away, looking at their hand to see saliva on it. "You better offer me something good while I stay in the area, for this disrespect." "Hold on, you're the one threatening-" "To gag a bitch that won't shut it when I'm trying to make sure he and his fellow people of the area, on shallow pay, don't have to deal with this vampiric nuisance again. I'm doing m'job, you're distracting me and being a brat about it and not in a way entertaining, either." That last comment made the man dart his eyes at the hunter.

"So if I gave my body...?" "I need something worthwhile." "I live with my sister we can both cook?" "3 hots and a cot will be sufficient."

"And a slot." I new voice adds into the mix, to which the hunter darts their eye at the unfamiliar voice. "Sis?!" The twink calls out. "Ah, yes, hello Blake you daft twink. Getting kidnapped by dark forces again, you damsel." This woman quickly speaks, walking over to her brother, helping him up. "Well I'm glad someone helped me stand up, hmph" Blake pouts and huffs. The hunter looks over at him, agitated.

"You miss." "Yes??" "Keep that brother of yours out of my hair, the brat." "What did he do?" "Ah you're familiar eh? Well mainly not shutting it when I'm looking for stragglers and hiders, or lurking wee bastards trying to-" BOOM a vampire cockroach burst from a boarded section of the floor, biting into Blake's leg, draining the life from him steadily.

"That. Ugh," The hunter speaks already over and torn the Lesser Vampire's Master in question, to tiny shreds. "NGH! My fucking LEG!" "Yes, yes, you'll be fine." "I'm missing part of MY LOWER LEG! DAMN YOU!" The man screams in pain, writhing as the agony pulses through him. The hunter remains calm, the sister of Blake is shell-shocked into silence, or frozen up. Either one, the hunter appreciates. (At least now his screaming is for something, fuckin humans man...)

The hunter, then reaches into a leather pouch, pulling a small glowing bottle with a bright, silvery tip. She's quick but relatively frustrated if a bit casual, as Blake howls in pain. "Open and drink," The hunter says look unamused, if a but entirely detached from the situation in front of herself with a man bleeding out from his leg and his family member not only being witness to this, but frozen in the moment. Blake is however, being difficult, thrashing but quickly tiring due to the fairly bright red blood pouring out of where his shin, ankle and foot used to be.

Getting tired of this, the hunter gets the man in a lax headlock, pulls his head back and shoves the tip of the now opened flask into Blake's mouth. "Now fucking drink and live." Which finally, he does. The blood stops dripping, followed by the slow regaining of his lost physical form. The hunter releases the headlock, however light it may of been, to walk away from Blake. (God I want to smack this little shit, ooh I need to walk away before I do something twisted). The sister 'comes to' back to consciousness.

"Ow." She says. "What's 'ow'?" "My eyes, it hurt to blink," "Well you did stand completely still unblinking for about 1 minute." "I- What? For real?" "No I made that up while I made your brother deepthroat a healing potion, for the love of the game." "OH WOW! You are definitely pissed off, was my brother that bad t-?"

"Shut it. Don't care. Now: Earlier before this idiot got himself sucked to half-death, you mentioned 'a slot.' What was that? I already demanded 3 meals and a place to sleep." "Well there is a brothel in-" "Oh for fuck's saake, you humans and your want to dance- Just leave alright? I'll clear this lot of land, wait outside." The hunter snarls at the woman, who nods, salutes and follows orders.

Once the pair have left, the hunter's eyes change to something altogether inhuman and scan the area. "Amateurs too, what a waste" they comment scanning the place. She places a red container of sorts upon the dusty, bloodied wood floor, which lets off 3 spikes that jut into the ground, with long thin threads connecting back to the device. (Humidifier of holy water, fuck it) They say before leaving themselves. A thin cloud filling the church, as dust and vapour exits any holes in the stonework. The hunter looks back, seeing this as rain comes down onto the evening sky.

"Heh," Is all they say before turning around back to the siblings. To the left and right is a long stretch of dirt path, lacking a lot of care or maintenance to it. The ground itself, already soft enough under foot, becomes drier as the hunter walks away from the siblings. "Wait!" The woman calls to them, "What was that earlier about staying in the area?" "Oh I will, I just need to bring my 'motor around here too. Maybe, around the front of this church perhaps? Depends how far your place is." The hunter looks at the sparse forest in the area leading away from the church, then into the much drier terrain. Then she eyes the small mountain in front of the church, "It'll be a tight fit getting it beside the church or further." "This motor of yours? Well our house is only 100ft (31m) up the path, on the outskirts of town." "I see. I'll be back in a moment, stay somewhat down to the side of church then." "Sure..." The woman responds. The hunter has already disappeared from sight.

With her marching orders the woman waits, her brother Blake's arm slung on her shoulder for support. Its been a few minutes of standing in the rain, where the duo think the hunter left them there. But the ground starts rumbling. "What the...?" Then the ground beneath them begins to shake, accompanied by a huge volume of machine noise. A massive vehicle pulls into these outskirts, only narrowly fitting as humungous treads, taller than either person that has come to rest beside them. "Quite a thing ain't it?" The hunter's voice calls out from above.

The siblings look up, at a thick metallic door on a sliding mechanism at a height of about 13ft (4m) off the ground, with plenty more space until the top. "That whole thing's gotta be 30, shit, maybe 32ft in total..." Blake sleepily says. "I'll say," The woman agrees, before the hunter climbs down an adjoining ladder, shuts the door then leaps without noise to the ground. They use a car key to lock it remotely, as the sound of metal on metal tightening can be heard.

"Wait if you have that, why do you need somewhere to stay?" Is rightly asked by the woman, "That place is not great inside right now. 'Been on the road for a while now," "Oh." The siblings go. "Lead the way please?" The hunter asks. The rain picks up a bit more in its intensity, which prompts them to carry the twink, held onto their shoulder "Run ahead, I'll keep up." They direct, which the woman needs no prompting for, sprinting forward.

It's seconds before they make it to the destination, the woman panting a bit while the hunter's breathing remains steady, almost inaudible, carrying Blake. "Hehe, that's a hunter for ya [pant, pant] what's yer name [pant] anyway?" "Katherine Octavia Silverhawk, yours?" "Wow, pretty name. Mine's Belladonna [pant] Lucinda Bricks. That there brat, is Blake Cooper Bricks. Whew, sprinting in the rain is different." Belladonna remarks fiddling open the door, into a fairly modest home.

The floors are aged oak, the walls much the same with towering support beams lining them as well as some thin stonework lining joins and corners, with some adhesives. At the back, a brick fireplace dim with light. Around it at some distance, are some large green armchairs, with side tables. Sitting between the chairs and the fireplace, are poles with a clothing line in front. (Ah... I see) Kath thinks to herself, before looking down.

"You can sling that doofus in his bed over there, don't worry" Belladonna guides while pointing to some sturdy constructed bunk beds, a few paces off to the right of the fireplace. Kath follows this through, setting them into bed, covering and checking his pulse. (Yes, just fatigue from making a little bit of new blood). She ponders, before her eyes become less human again, checking his body's internal workings to make sure. This confirms it. (Though, some nutrition would not go amiss. Egh, much like myself). Kath briefly thinks on, with a raised eyebrow before turning back to the fireplace.

Only for her eyes to be accosted by the sight of Miss Belladonna, taking a lot of her clothes off. She notices Katherine's face, "Oh don't worry, despite our relation I'm not trying this. Rain soaked me," She explains away though enjoying the knowledge the oh so strong hunter woman, subtly flinched at seeing her just now.

"Well c'mon don't tell me you've gone all shy now it's just us girls~ I am still wearing underwear here." Donna continues, a hand exaggeratedly placed on her hip as she looks smug for the moment. "Take a seat in the big chair, maybe dry your own clothes by the fire, you were in the rain too." She presses, though Katherine raises her right hand, with a limp wrist then flicks a finger and the fireplace is given some kindling, while she keeps direct eye contact with Belladonna. "God damn alright, impress while I'm undressed why don'tcha..."

Katherine straighten her posture, taking off her hat, put at ease on the chair, before slowly unbuttoning the barely shined buttons of and removing her overcoat, placing it on the armchair's side faced toward the much more well-lit fireplace. "Oh.." Is all Donna can muster while Katherine removes her boots as well, putting them by the fire.

Following this, in a near fluid motion she puts herself into the armchair just about on the edge of the seat, legs crossed, right elbow down on the arm rest. Right hand moving some tied back hair out of the way, hand placed at the side of head, eyes tightly locked onto Donna. A left hand limp-wristed on her lap. A briefly raised eyebrow. "Your move, dear hostess." "Girl the law of the land forbid the move I want to make." Donna replies, biting her lip before she says this, moving closer to the fireplace as she warms and dries.

"Oh my, a law against fun between us girlies? How dreadful. Say, if that's the case, and I am quite law-abiding as I can be, where will I sleep tonight? Only 2 beds I can see. I can't exactly share now, can we?" Katherine speaks, slowly and relaxed. A shiver runs up Belladonna's spine with it. "Mmm you are tempting me here..." "I mean, I'm not tempting you to anything specific. Just good security in locked doors, windows, drawn curtains and some playful friction between friends." Katherine responds, changing which leg is crossed over which. Donna has the sudden urge put a hand to her mouth, as well as to look away.

"Refusal is quite fine too y'know. Consent is king." "Yes, well... I'm the host and you're my guest, I'm supposed to be putting you at ease here whew." Donna speaks quietly, visibly breathing deeper, while refusing eye contact. "Yes and I suppose for sleeping arrangement, this chair is rather comfortable. Large enough for myself certainly, with room to spare." Katherine softly speaks, where Belladonna can hear the little smile in their voice. It only serves to make her more restless.

Katherine gets up, her footsteps noticeable as she moves around this house, locking what she can, drawing curtains. "But I thought...?" Donna raises. "You're an adult, you can consent to what you wish, security is regardless though." "Yeah, I suppose. There are no neighbours for about 300ft (92m) too unless they're looking, so, nobody should even know the curtains are drawn either. Well, at the very least can I offer you refreshment or food?"

Katherine returns to her seat, crossing her legs once more but less exaggerated posing of her body. She however does look more tense as she answers "Ah, yes, I don't suppose you have any meat?" With a raw hunger briefly visible before being being subdued in her eyes.