Okay, biting the bullet and sticking my first chapter online. This fic is based off the Dark Hunter novels by Sherrilyn Kenyon. There's an established mythology there that I do my best to explain, but if you ever have any questions, please let me know.
Basically though, Dark Hunters are immortal vampire hunters with a variety of enhanced abilities. Hope you like it...be gentle with me!
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“This rock star bullshit, it's gotta stop Shadow.” Acheron Parthenopaeus, aka Ash, stood back stage in the small sweaty club, berating the men who sat before him.
“You stop coming to our shows and maybe we will Ash.” Synyster cut back.
Johnny laughed at that until he looked at their boss. On appearances Ash looked like he belonged on stage with the others. Sweat curled, waist length blonde hair flowed down over leather jacketed shoulders, eyes hidden behind aviator sunglasses, but the other occupants of the room knew all too well that his appearance was dependant on his mood and surroundings, much like the fact the age on the id card in his wallet was missing a good 11,000 years.
The man addressed as Shadow stood up and walked over to stand in front of Ash. What the younger man lacked in height compared to Ash's 6 foot 7 inches he more than made up for in bulk, impressive tattooed biceps bulged out of his sleeveless Motorhead t-shirt.
“You've got duties Shadow, Vengeance.”
“Yes boss,” Shadow replied, throwing up a mock salute, “We're going out now. Vengeance spotted Fabios in the crowd.” Shadow replied.
Fabio was the derogatory term Dark Hunters used for the Daimons they tracked and killed, due to their long blond hair, model looks and arrogant attitudes. Ash looked left to see Vengeance pulling his favourite weapon, a jade sheathed katana, from the hidden compartment in the top of his guitar case. He twirled it over his head in a flashy display that didn't impress anyone before tucking it through his belt. He shrugged into a leather trenchcoat and turned round, “I'm out of here, see you guys later.”
Vengeance stalked out of the room and left the club by a side door. The one downside to hanging out with Shadow was that he felt so weak. It was a caveat of the enhanced Dark Hunter package, more than one of them in the same place and they drained each others powers. Shadow was fine, he was still strong enough in a fight to take on pretty much anything. Vengeance huffed out a breath, pissed off at being second in everything, to Shadow when they hunted together, to Synyster on stage. Stalking through the streets Vengeance concentrated, flexed his shoulders and felt his abilities flowing back. Together with that came the knowledge that his quarry wasn't far off. The reek of Daimon reached his nostrils just before he heard the sound of screaming.
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Putting on a burst of speed, Vengeance hurtled round the next corner and into the alleyway beyond. Sure enough there were the 4 daimons he had noticed in the club, prowling down the alley towards a young woman they had cornered. She cowered in fear as the quartet drew closer, Vengeance heard their laughter, bitter yet full of amusement at her predicament and knew exactly what they were up to. Terror lent a unique edge to the souls the daimons consumed, they were getting ready to kill. Looking around the alley Vengeance tried to work out a way to take down the four without the woman seeing, it was forbidden for Dark Hunters to reveal themselves to humans but he couldn't see any way around it. He sent up a silent curse to the goddess Artemis, wishing for a more useful ability in these situations, something like the stories he'd heard about one of the New Orleans hunters, who could bring a shrouding mist down to cloak his activities. With a sigh Vengeance took a few steps further down the alley and coughed, “Scuse me, uh, yeah, I was looking for these four assholes. Tall, blonde, desperate to get their asses kicked.” Vengeance grinned, “Oh there you are.”
Basically though, Dark Hunters are immortal vampire hunters with a variety of enhanced abilities. Hope you like it...be gentle with me!
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“This rock star bullshit, it's gotta stop Shadow.” Acheron Parthenopaeus, aka Ash, stood back stage in the small sweaty club, berating the men who sat before him.
“You stop coming to our shows and maybe we will Ash.” Synyster cut back.
Johnny laughed at that until he looked at their boss. On appearances Ash looked like he belonged on stage with the others. Sweat curled, waist length blonde hair flowed down over leather jacketed shoulders, eyes hidden behind aviator sunglasses, but the other occupants of the room knew all too well that his appearance was dependant on his mood and surroundings, much like the fact the age on the id card in his wallet was missing a good 11,000 years.
The man addressed as Shadow stood up and walked over to stand in front of Ash. What the younger man lacked in height compared to Ash's 6 foot 7 inches he more than made up for in bulk, impressive tattooed biceps bulged out of his sleeveless Motorhead t-shirt.
“You've got duties Shadow, Vengeance.”
“Yes boss,” Shadow replied, throwing up a mock salute, “We're going out now. Vengeance spotted Fabios in the crowd.” Shadow replied.
Fabio was the derogatory term Dark Hunters used for the Daimons they tracked and killed, due to their long blond hair, model looks and arrogant attitudes. Ash looked left to see Vengeance pulling his favourite weapon, a jade sheathed katana, from the hidden compartment in the top of his guitar case. He twirled it over his head in a flashy display that didn't impress anyone before tucking it through his belt. He shrugged into a leather trenchcoat and turned round, “I'm out of here, see you guys later.”
Vengeance stalked out of the room and left the club by a side door. The one downside to hanging out with Shadow was that he felt so weak. It was a caveat of the enhanced Dark Hunter package, more than one of them in the same place and they drained each others powers. Shadow was fine, he was still strong enough in a fight to take on pretty much anything. Vengeance huffed out a breath, pissed off at being second in everything, to Shadow when they hunted together, to Synyster on stage. Stalking through the streets Vengeance concentrated, flexed his shoulders and felt his abilities flowing back. Together with that came the knowledge that his quarry wasn't far off. The reek of Daimon reached his nostrils just before he heard the sound of screaming.
***
Putting on a burst of speed, Vengeance hurtled round the next corner and into the alleyway beyond. Sure enough there were the 4 daimons he had noticed in the club, prowling down the alley towards a young woman they had cornered. She cowered in fear as the quartet drew closer, Vengeance heard their laughter, bitter yet full of amusement at her predicament and knew exactly what they were up to. Terror lent a unique edge to the souls the daimons consumed, they were getting ready to kill. Looking around the alley Vengeance tried to work out a way to take down the four without the woman seeing, it was forbidden for Dark Hunters to reveal themselves to humans but he couldn't see any way around it. He sent up a silent curse to the goddess Artemis, wishing for a more useful ability in these situations, something like the stories he'd heard about one of the New Orleans hunters, who could bring a shrouding mist down to cloak his activities. With a sigh Vengeance took a few steps further down the alley and coughed, “Scuse me, uh, yeah, I was looking for these four assholes. Tall, blonde, desperate to get their asses kicked.” Vengeance grinned, “Oh there you are.”