His eagle eyes followed Nihil’s progress as she swiftly fled the scene. He expected as much, perhaps she was as smart as he hoped. It was time to be off anyhow, the Dark Lady wouldn’t be too pleased if he failed in his relatively simple mission, and she was one… ‘person’ he was unwilling to cross. On silent feet, Adrian sprinted across the rooftops, his shadow cloak no longer active but his dark armour blending in with the moonlit skyline almost as well. With a great bound, he lifted himself up into the air and rolled acrobatically as he landed on a rooftop nearly twenty feet ahead. His bow creaked in annoyance, and he looked back at it in distaste. There were some disadvantages to the weapon that much he had to admit. Quietly, he dipped into his memory and thought back to the scene of the previous night, heading steadfastly towards the well where all of this had begun.
Two nights prior
Atop a sandy hillside dotted with shanties, a single decent seeming villa house resided with an excellent view of the surrounding town. The night had drawn in, and Adrian approached a woman draped in a black dress, who lounged on a recliner beside a bubbling pool. On first sight, she seemed breathtakingly beautiful, blonde hair draped across slender shoulders, curves, unearthly pale skin. Then you got too close, too captivated, and her fangs sank into your neck, Adrian shuddered. Even a vampire had enough reason to fear their own, when it came to the Dark Lady, fear was all there was.
“Adrian dearest, come here my little pet.” She beckoned seductively, not even bothering to look up at him with her eyes obscured by dark glasses. “You arrived so swiftly, were you longing to see me Adrian?” She pouted. “We see each other so rarely after all.”
“We go with the tides
To the shores that they decide,
walking our own way.”
“Still speaking in rhymes dearest? I thought you would have outgrown it by now.” She looked faintly annoyed at his response, and he stared at her unmoving in his dark cloak. She gave out a little sigh, and ran one hand through her sun-kissed hair. “Adrian, I still love you. It’s a shame we may only meet for such nasty business. But still, the matter at hand. Take a seat, lover.” She gestured to a sat up recliner to her left, and Adrian calmly walked over to it, clamping down on his fear. This woman was a predator; he had been terribly disappointed when she survived the transition to the new world, even more so when he learned how successful she was. He had a past with her, and not one he liked to recount.
“You know what I have here Adrian?” The vampire ancient looked into his eyes, and he gave the smallest of nods. “You have heard of this new police force yes?” She gave another childish little pout. “It’s like the old world, I like it here, I like it lawless. I don’t want snooping like detectives getting into my business, it’s tiresome to hide their bodies after a while.” She gave him a grim smile, and he felt like his heart was going to stop, impossible as that may be. “So, rather than deal with them one at a time until they start causing me trouble, I want you to kill them Adrian dearest. Kill their leaders, kill their best operatives, lure them out and kill them all my lover.” He nodded, the payment had already been agreed upon, he stood and turned to leave.
“Adrian dear.” He thought he heard his dead heart begin to pound more powerfully. “Don’t be long.”
Present day, sometime during the night
Adrian stood atop the tallest building making up a ring of similar sized shanty houses which bordered the thirty foot by thirty foot clearing. At one side, the poisoned well reminded him of his purpose, from his podium he stood his voice layered with his magic.
“Children come to me!
I wish to see you shed blood!
Come to your father!”
His Seduction called out to the many people who had drank from the well. Powerless to resist they left their houses and stared up at him with something akin to adoration. He looked back at them with a sort of sick fascination and hunger.
“Go into the town…
Drag the innocent away
Bring them here to die.”
The fifty or so assembled humans, some carrying clubs swords and leather armour, the other forty or so completely unarmed, ran off into the surrounding town. Within a few minutes, the screaming started, the mob had risen and it began to kill its captives on the dusty floor below their master. Adrian looked down with a dreadful hunger, unclipping his sword and bow, attaching the sheath to his back for ease of movement. He drew his bow string and waited in the shadows, ready to call them to him when the police approached.
He had chosen a good spot, the darkness concealed the rooftops and only a few sporadic torches in the ‘square’ where the familiars were rioting lit up the area. Amongst the chaos his keen eyes could pick out those who did not belong below, those who were a threat, those he was here to kill.