After a short nap in the sun, Venator decided that he had procrastinated his next deed for long enough and slowly rose to his feet. He turned and walked back towards the small building, just on the edge of the clearing, that the vampires had been using for shelter. He reluctantly pushed open the door and made his way inside.
Vampires, while hunters of the night, can be lazy just like anyone else when it comes to finding food. Oftentimes they would steal the weak and the young in order to store them away for continuous use in times when going hunting is simply too much. Lying on the floor in front of Venator were three such victims, chained to the wall where they were fed off of until they died of starvation, blood loss, or dehydration. The first two were boys in their early teenage years, clearly twins as they were dressed in matching outfits and even styled their hair in a mirrored fashion. The third was a little girl no older than eight in a bright yellow floral dress with hair as yellow as the sun.
The children reminded Venator of the town kids he grew up playing with, always full of energy and looking for new games to play or adventures to start. He imagined the twins as a pair of intelligent pranksters always out to start humorous trouble for friends and family and the young girl as the type to spend countless hours admiring the fields of flowers sporting enough colors to contest with the beauty of a rainbow.
Sadness overwhelmed Venator as he played through possible personalities in his mind. Knowing they would never get to enjoy life as so many other had before them, cut down by vicious monsters before they could even grow up. The thought sickened him and his sorrow quickly turned to rage. Venator shouted angrily as he lashed out with streams of blood, destroying everything the vampires ever owned within the small shack.
The sight of everything in the room broken and covered in blood brought Venator back to his senses and subsided his aggression. He absorbed all that he had used to wreck up the place and walked back over the the corner of the room where the three small bodies laid. He broke the chains with a quick flash of red and proceeded to carry the children out of the wretched hellhole where they met their untimely ends. He rested them side by side on the ground in the clearing and went in search of a shovel or spade to dig their graves.
He returned shortly having found one near a pile of rubble within the ruins, most likely used in an attempt to dig someone free of debris. Venator went to work quickly, digging into the dry cracked earth in order to give the kids proper burials. A short time into the digging process he began to feel a wetness on his face, he looked up expecting to see small drops of rain and was met with clear skies. As he looked back down and began to dig once more, the tears fell from his face a few at a time and left small shaded splotches among the dry earth before him. No matter how he tried he could not take his mind from the poor children and the demons who stole away their lives. The thoughts that flooded his head simply fueled his desire to slaughter the bloodsucking bastards in droves. He wanted nothing more than to bring them suffering and litter the world with their dead.
The holes only took about a half hour to dig as they were short and shallow, but the oddly sized graves were perfect for their uncommonly small inhabitants. He set each of them carefully down into the earth and covered them up one by one until all that lay before him were small mounds of unmarked dirt.
Vampires, while hunters of the night, can be lazy just like anyone else when it comes to finding food. Oftentimes they would steal the weak and the young in order to store them away for continuous use in times when going hunting is simply too much. Lying on the floor in front of Venator were three such victims, chained to the wall where they were fed off of until they died of starvation, blood loss, or dehydration. The first two were boys in their early teenage years, clearly twins as they were dressed in matching outfits and even styled their hair in a mirrored fashion. The third was a little girl no older than eight in a bright yellow floral dress with hair as yellow as the sun.
The children reminded Venator of the town kids he grew up playing with, always full of energy and looking for new games to play or adventures to start. He imagined the twins as a pair of intelligent pranksters always out to start humorous trouble for friends and family and the young girl as the type to spend countless hours admiring the fields of flowers sporting enough colors to contest with the beauty of a rainbow.
Sadness overwhelmed Venator as he played through possible personalities in his mind. Knowing they would never get to enjoy life as so many other had before them, cut down by vicious monsters before they could even grow up. The thought sickened him and his sorrow quickly turned to rage. Venator shouted angrily as he lashed out with streams of blood, destroying everything the vampires ever owned within the small shack.
The sight of everything in the room broken and covered in blood brought Venator back to his senses and subsided his aggression. He absorbed all that he had used to wreck up the place and walked back over the the corner of the room where the three small bodies laid. He broke the chains with a quick flash of red and proceeded to carry the children out of the wretched hellhole where they met their untimely ends. He rested them side by side on the ground in the clearing and went in search of a shovel or spade to dig their graves.
He returned shortly having found one near a pile of rubble within the ruins, most likely used in an attempt to dig someone free of debris. Venator went to work quickly, digging into the dry cracked earth in order to give the kids proper burials. A short time into the digging process he began to feel a wetness on his face, he looked up expecting to see small drops of rain and was met with clear skies. As he looked back down and began to dig once more, the tears fell from his face a few at a time and left small shaded splotches among the dry earth before him. No matter how he tried he could not take his mind from the poor children and the demons who stole away their lives. The thoughts that flooded his head simply fueled his desire to slaughter the bloodsucking bastards in droves. He wanted nothing more than to bring them suffering and litter the world with their dead.
The holes only took about a half hour to dig as they were short and shallow, but the oddly sized graves were perfect for their uncommonly small inhabitants. He set each of them carefully down into the earth and covered them up one by one until all that lay before him were small mounds of unmarked dirt.