They all looked up to see a solid black car pull up, stop and for two men to emerge from its sides. Both men wore long black trench coats and each had a long golden chain around their necks with a cross on it, the driver was Derrick he had long hair that was dyed crimson and also had green eyes, as for the passenger he was simply called priest for no one knew his real name. But priest had short golden hair and blue eyes, both men stood about 6’2 and were not smiling, derrick was the first to speak “hello John you can just run along now we can take it from here”. John did his best to remain calm “why can’t you people just let us do our job”? But it was priest not derrick, that responded “well that’s simple it’s because we are so much better at it” John wanted to fight but he knew that would end his job. Because in Citta Santo if you worked for the church you were a god, “alright men pack it up the saints will take it from here.”
And for the next several minutes the police left and derrick smiled “now down to business what do you think the age was”? Priest looked surprised “who the girl ummm 18” but at this Derrick didn’t laugh “ok fine umm id say he’s around 2 years old and I think he was desperate”. Priest looks around the street and then he smell’s it, “and he’s stupid to, he’s still here”. Priest ran down an ally way beside the building that the body was lying next to, derrick looked at the girl’s body with sorrow in his eyes his mind was racing, with one hundred and thirteen vampires dead by my hand, this still happens.
Derrick walked over to his car and ran his hand over the hood, which was lined with bullet holes of past encounters. Flashbacks of all the lives he has saved along with those souls of the people he failed, their images filled his mind. He remembered the cries he heard them scream as the vampires ripped them apart right before his eyes, he could recall all of their faces right before they died. But those were the unlucky ones, most of the people he tried to help were saved, but still, the ones that weren’t filled his nightmares every night until he no longer slept at all. It was true that Derrick hadn’t slept in about two years now and this was for many reasons he couldn’t even try to sleep in the enormous cathedral that was his “home”. In fact you really can’t call the church a church for many reasons mainly because of the size it really was a cathedral and the other main reason was the opposite of what one might think.
Few of the members of the church that hold power really care about god or religion at all; to them it’s just an excuse for unlimited power. But the powerful were few in numbers, there was old man Gibbons, he was the head of the church and wasn’t too far from death himself. Second in command was priest who was the best fighter in the church, no one out did him for many have tried, he was truly a wonder his kill record was more than double that of Derrick. Next in line was Sade who despite being third in power was the most powerful in his own way, his family built the church he was born there and raised there. But Sade hated the church more than anyone he didn’t believe in the concept of a god, to him the church was just an object needed to supply the masses of commoners with the idea of “hope”.
Also a thing to know about Sade is that although he hates the church what he hates more is those he considers to be weak, and in most cases these people are woman. Well to continue, fourth in command is Derrick the by far most unique person in the church, Derrick was born in another church near the edge of Romania. After the tragic death of his parents he was abandoned and because he was “unusual” no one was willing to take him in, until one day a group of travelers who didn’t know of the boys condition picked him up and went to live in Santo Citta. Derrick has lived there ever since, at least he thought. Derrick couldn’t remember anything before age fourteen. Lastly there is Tracy, the only female in a powerful position. Tracy’s life is simple she grew up in a farm town outside of Rome until she was nineteen, a few days after her nineteenth birthday Derrick arrived and took her away to join the ranks of the church.
Derrick could hear grunts and screams of resistance as his mind came back into reality, priest was returning. Priest rounded the corner with the vampire in hand; it was a male of about forty two in human years but had only been a vampire for two of them. The vampire was wearing rags for clothes his shirt and pants being torn and ripped in almost every place, his hair was filthy, full of lice and grease. But his eyes, his eyes were the same as all the rest of the vampires Derrick had ever seen. Once the vampire was before him he could make out his facile features, he had no wrinkles on his face and his teeth were as yellow as the sun. The vampire was laughing now; it was an evil laugh a psychotic laugh, the kind that filled your heart with fear and mind with anger.
“Hello you animal, do you realize what you have done” Derrick plainly asked, but the vampire only yelled out words “killed, feed, survival”. Derrick grew impatient “for your crimes you must also share the fate of your victims I’m not sorry to say this, oh what am I saying just die”. Derrick quickly pulled out his pistol and shot the vampires in the forehead five times. “One hundred and fourteen” Derrick said with a smile and he tucked his gun away in his coat pocket. But the victory was short lived, priest was the first to notice “there is one more, over there” he nodded towards a building seven buildings down. Derrick looked up at the rooftop to see the outline of yet another vampire standing there not moving at all, and right before his eyes without blinking the figure was gone.
What Derrick thought and the vampire was in front of him, it didn’t take long for the event to catch up with the priests. This new vampire was taller standing at around 6’2 and had spiky black hair; his eyes were fire red and his face normal all but for one exception. This vampire had the Roman numeral XII tattooed into his right cheek, he wore a black leather coat with a black pair of leather pants that look as if they had been painted on. “Who are you” Derrick asked plainly, but the vampire just picked up the dead body of the other vampire and turned to leave. “Don’t turn your back on me” and with that said Derrick ran after the man who stopped and a second later was gone letting the dead body fall. The vampire was there again standing less than ten feet away from Derrick, “I am called Lokk” the vampire stated. This was news to Derrick he had never heard of a vampire with a name, “who was he” Derrick asked pointing at the dead vampire. Lokk looked at the body and sighed but he did respond “Nivamorda” and Lokk turned again to leave.
“I can’t let you leave” Derrick stated and reached for his gun, “I understand, but you are too weak to fight me Derrick Ioan” and Lokk’s was gone again. “Priest ready yourself we can’t be sure where he will appe-“Derricks words were cut short for Lokk’s had already reappeared inches away from Derrick and jammed his fist into Derricks gut. The pain Derrick was in didn’t stop there a split second later his forehead was slammed into the knee of Lokk, Derrick fell to the ground out cold. Lokk turned to the barrel of priest’s gun, “you will pay for that vampire” priest’s voice was cold as he squeezed the trigger but to no avail. Lokk was gone again and all priest felt was a sharp pain in his chest, he looked down to see a small golden stiletto deep in his chest. Priest also fell to the ground but he was not unconscious he crawled over to his car all the while bleeding from his stab wound. Once he reached his car door he knew where the phone was so he wouldn’t have to find it, he reached and opened the glove box and grabbed his phone. He looked through his contacts list and clicks the one named Tracy and it began to dial, with a smile on his face priest passed out on the street only feet away from Derrick.