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Her fate had been sealed since before her birth. She was to be a vampire hunter. Like her father before her, and his father before him and his father before him. She remembered being taught at a very young age that vampires were abhorrent creatures that were put on this earth for one reason, to be slain. And who was she to contradict three generations of speciesism? But she was a clever girl. She always had been. The only trait that could hope to rival her cleverness was her boundless curiosity. Her father always told her that it would get her killed one of these days. If he only knew how true those words would prove to be.
She roamed the streets, the darkness of the evening settling around her as she kept her facade in place. Vampires were notorious for their tastes. They enjoyed preying on those weaker than them; young children and women who knew no better than to travel the streets alone. Though they would occasionally hunt down stronger prey for the sport of it, they usually stuck to the weaker of the human species. She could feel him before she saw him and she felt the thrill of the kill forming within her. The adrenaline formed within her, causing her heart to race as she took a detour down an abandoned alley.
She hummed to herself as she continued on her way, ignoring the lone figure that danced across the rooftops above her. She held her hands in the sleeves of her gown, her slender fingers encased in her black leather gloves. In her hands she held a stake forged from silver, anointed by the Pope himself. Holstered beneath her traveling cloak was a rapid fire crossbow loaded with silver tipped arrows. They wouldn't take a vampire out, but they would be enough to stop one long enough for her to stake it.
“You know, stalking is against the law.” she called, a smirk curving her crimson lips as she caught sight of the creature looming in the shadows before her. She came to a stop as she waited for him to reveal himself, tilting her head back in a haughty manner as he finally stepped forward. “Desteapta fata.” His tone was thick with the accent of his Romanian descent.
She smirked as she met his gaze, taking in the way his hues glinted like those of a cat. “How long have you known I was trailing you?” he asked, moving to circle her as he kept his gaze trained upon her. “Since I left the cemetery.” she said, remaining unmoving. She had to focus on him, on his movements and the threat he posed to her. “Do you make it a habit of being so obvious, vampir prost?” There was agitation in his hues as he hissed, moving to slam her slender form against the wall. “Cățea prost... Do you know to whom you speak?” he growled, leaning in close as he held her gaze. “Bogdan Zaituc... Your reputation proceeds you. And yet you turn out to be just as foolish as every other vampire that has crossed my path.”
She did not allow him to respond, her lithe hands shoving the silver stake deep into his heart as he opened his mouth. His hues widened in surprise as his skin began to dry up, his once intimidating form staggering back from her. She watched as his black blood spread from the wound in his chest, soaking his fine suit as his life force fled from his body. He fell to the ground as his legs lost their strength, his hands clawing at his throat as the thirst took hold. “Pe care?” He hadn't the strength to speak in the common tongue. “Belle Van Helsing.”
Her cerulean hues watched with satisfaction as his body blackened, burning from the inside until it resembled a burnt log. And with a nudge of her foot, he turned to ash. The clattering of the stake falling to the ground echoed in the silence as the air settled around her. She stooped to retrieve it before she stepped over the pile of ash to carry on her way.