Job gone wrong (right?)
To day was the day, the day for him to prove himself. He was so so close. Julian was almost a genral cudet. All he had to do was sneak in to the house and do his job, kill a vampire. This was his provcen quest. Every vampire hunter has to kill a vampire at night alone to become a genral cudet.
This was a life goal and he would do it. He loved this job, accept for how human the beast he hunted looked and talked. He slowing slid the door open. He gripped the wooded stake in his hand. He felt the outfit he was wearing was too formal, but it was tradition.
He sneaked through the dimly lit mansion. He cretped up the stairs, started peeringin to each room. By the fourth room he peered in he saw a cofin surounded by lit candles. It was still twilight, so the vampire shouldn’t be up yet. He slowly tip toed up to the cofin, slowly rasing up the lid.
He quietly gasped at the vampire infront of him. He looked more like an angel. He long black hair frames his pale chisled face. He wore an oddly in fashion formal outfit for a sleeping vampire. He wore long red nails, and had a peaceful expression. Julian rasied his stake ready to plung it in to the beasts heart.
But as quick as lighting a pale hand grabbed his shoulder pulling him close too shinig red eyes. Julian froze in a mix of shock and fear. He knew that the vampire could easily snap him in half so he stayed as still as he could.
“Well hello there?” They beast questioned, not at all afraid of the stake in Julian’s hand. Julian only thought was FUCK. He f-ed up.
“I guessing you came to kill me? Well lots have tried, but none are so handsome.” The vampire claimed stroking Julian cheek sensually. Julian leaned away slightly, but he couldn’t run away. He heart was beating out of his chest. He knew they vampire could tell.
“I was hoping one of you hunters would visit soon. I want to talk.” The vampire murmured with mischievous glint in his eyes.
Before Julian could say some thing the vamps eyes lit up with magic and everything went dark.
