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The Players

by Natwadge 0 Reviews

Meet the players!

Category: Fantasy - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Drama,Fantasy - Characters:  - Warnings: [V] - Published: 2009/03/06 - Updated: 2009/03/07 - 2018 words

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Vala Amaris is a twenty year old vampire hunter, bitten by an ancient vampire that cursed her with eyes that burn red under overwhelming conditions. The vampire that contaminated Vala's blood is called Ambrose Dugald, and is as ancient as time itself. Vala's parents were born into the business of hunting vampires, but were killed when Vala was twelve, by a group of vampires who caught them by surprise. Her watcher is twenty-three year old Alden Cynric. The Council like Vala is located in London, England where she was born. Despite the prohibition of his parents Alden became a watcher. Both Alden and Vala live in a flat near Abney Park Cemetery. Alden has an extensive collection of supernatural literature about anything living or dead. He also builds and designs his own traps and weapons. He trains Vala daily.
Vala has short, almost pitch-black hair and dark skin, that combined with her thin lips make her look like a china doll, except for the scar that starts from her neck to her right ear. Gold vine shaped bands decorate her arms. Her outfit is lined with onyx gems, and held up with a belt of symbols that match her necklace. The Celtic symbol on it means 'charmed'. Her black hip-length leather pants in the front. The shirt is dark green and ties around her body, pressing everything up. She wears a headband that matches, and a silver cross. Her boots are thigh-length, folded on top, and covered in symbols. Alden always wears a suit that makes him look older, and has a gold cross around his neck.
Right now they are squared off against vampires.
Ambrose has dark brown hair, strikingly beautiful, haunting green eyes, and full lips the color of rose. He wears a blood red shirt that is form fitting, tucked into black pants. His black boots are tucked into pants with red lining. His fellow vampires are wearing drab clothing.
Vala glares at Ambrose and his followers, her eyes burning. He just smiles, making her blood run cold with his power. She looks in his eyes without worrying about mind tricks. Alden stands back from the group, watching nervously. The vampires behind their master growl and show fangs. Vala doesn't so much as blink.
“Get her!” Ambrose orders calmly.
Vala grabs her stake reflexively before the vampires even reach her. Ambrose watches her fight for a few moments before leaving. Power lingers behind, causing the hairs to rise on her neck. The first vampires dust quickly, but the last is proving to be quite difficult.

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The last vampire growls and goes for ramming speed towards me. I duck down, using my back to throw him bodily over a gravestone. He hits the ground rolling as I flip over on the other side. My stake is grasped firmly in my left hand. He grabs a fallen gravestone and throws it at me. I duck and it sails over my head, so close I can feel the wind on my face. He gets close and tries to take my head off with one swing of his massive fists. I move out of reach while twisting myself to sweep his legs out from under him. In the commotion he manages to pull me down with him. Without waiting for him to make another move I roll on top of him, while at the same time ramming my stake into his heart. He bursts into dust and I hit the ground with a thud.
“God I love this job!” I exclaim. I stand up and wipe vampire dust from my pants. My job gives me such a high. gratefully it also humbles me.
Alden steps out from behind a tall angel statue. The angel holds her arm out, seeming to anoint Alden's head. He looks like a younger version of Bond, with brown hair, and glasses that cover intense blue eyes. He's my watcher and is always quick with a reprimand. He smiles but shakes his head. “This one took longer than the others. You're enjoying this way too much.”
I agree, but I don't see the problem. I've always loved this job. I put my stake in my back pocket and ask the question I always ask. “Do you think my parents would be proud of me?”
He nods. “Yeah. They'd be very proud.”
My parents were killed on the job. My mother was a vampire hunter like me, and my father was her watcher. I am the youngest hunter in recent history. When I was old enough to walk I would beg my mother to let me tag along on one of her hunts. I had the moves down pat after mimicking my mother. My father was soon approached by an elder who said I should be allowed to train in the academy. At nine I was put through training and excelled faster than any other student. After graduation Mom finally felt I was ready to go with her. She was so graceful and powerful. When they died I took over. Alden was assigned to me when I turned sixteen. He's the younger watcher ever recruited.
Alden looks at me funny.
I frown at him. “What's the problem?”
“Your eyes are red. They have been since you started fighting,” he says astonished.
I sigh. “Great. Now my head is gonna hurt.”
Alden sighs too. “I'll head back to the flat and start lunch. When you're done we'll train again,” he orders.
I can tell he's changing the subject because he won't meet my eyes directly. Talking about my handicap has always been a sore subject for both of us. “Fine. I'll see you when I see you.” I watch as he walks away before grabbing my head. A dull ache begins behind my eyes and expands to my temples. There's a soft voice inside my head, barely above a whisper. There is also a lingering sensation of power left behind.
Vampires often leave behind a trail of pure evil. It's a feeling I've known all too long.

´╗┐TWO
Vala Amaris is a twenty year old vampire hunter, bitten by an ancient vampire that cursed her with eyes that burn red under overwhelming conditions. The vampire that contaminated Vala's blood is called Ambrose Dugald, and is as ancient as time itself. Vala's parents were born into the business of hunting vampires, but were killed when Vala was twelve, by a group of vampires who caught them by surprise. Her watcher is twenty-three year old Alden Cynric. The Council like Vala is located in London, England where she was born. Despite the prohibition of his parents Alden became a watcher. Both Alden and Vala live in a flat near Abney Park Cemetery. Alden has an extensive collection of supernatural literature about anything living or dead. He also builds and designs his own traps and weapons. He trains Vala daily.
Vala has short, almost pitch-black hair and dark skin, that combined with her thin lips make her look like a china doll, except for the scar that starts from her neck to her right ear. Gold vine shaped bands decorate her arms. Her outfit is lined with onyx gems, and held up with a belt of symbols that match her necklace. The Celtic symbol on it means 'charmed'. Her black hip-length leather pants in the front. The shirt is dark green and ties around her body, pressing everything up. She wears a headband that matches, and a silver cross. Her boots are thigh-length, folded on top, and covered in symbols. Alden always wears a suit that makes him look older, and has a gold cross around his neck.
Right now they are squared off against vampires.
Ambrose has dark brown hair, strikingly beautiful, haunting green eyes, and full lips the color of rose. He wears a blood red shirt that is form fitting, tucked into black pants. His black boots are tucked into pants with red lining. His fellow vampires are wearing drab clothing.
Vala glares at Ambrose and his followers, her eyes burning. He just smiles, making her blood run cold with his power. She looks in his eyes without worrying about mind tricks. Alden stands back from the group, watching nervously. The vampires behind their master growl and show fangs. Vala doesn't so much as blink.
“Get her!” Ambrose orders calmly.
Vala grabs her stake reflexively before the vampires even reach her. Ambrose watches her fight for a few moments before leaving. Power lingers behind, causing the hairs to rise on her neck. The first vampires dust quickly, but the last is proving to be quite difficult.

# # # # #
The last vampire growls and goes for ramming speed towards me. I duck down, using my back to throw him bodily over a gravestone. He hits the ground rolling as I flip over on the other side. My stake is grasped firmly in my left hand. He grabs a fallen gravestone and throws it at me. I duck and it sails over my head, so close I can feel the wind on my face. He gets close and tries to take my head off with one swing of his massive fists. I move out of reach while twisting myself to sweep his legs out from under him. In the commotion he manages to pull me down with him. Without waiting for him to make another move I roll on top of him, while at the same time ramming my stake into his heart. He bursts into dust and I hit the ground with a thud.
“God I love this job!” I exclaim. I stand up and wipe vampire dust from my pants. My job gives me such a high. gratefully it also humbles me.
Alden steps out from behind a tall angel statue. The angel holds her arm out, seeming to anoint Alden's head. He looks like a younger version of Bond, with brown hair, and glasses that cover intense blue eyes. He's my watcher and is always quick with a reprimand. He smiles but shakes his head. “This one took longer than the others. You're enjoying this way too much.”
I agree, but I don't see the problem. I've always loved this job. I put my stake in my back pocket and ask the question I always ask. “Do you think my parents would be proud of me?”
He nods. “Yeah. They'd be very proud.”
My parents were killed on the job. My mother was a vampire hunter like me, and my father was her watcher. I am the youngest hunter in recent history. When I was old enough to walk I would beg my mother to let me tag along on one of her hunts. I had the moves down pat after mimicking my mother. My father was soon approached by an elder who said I should be allowed to train in the academy. At nine I was put through training and excelled faster than any other student. After graduation Mom finally felt I was ready to go with her. She was so graceful and powerful. When they died I took over. Alden was assigned to me when I turned sixteen. He's the younger watcher ever recruited.
Alden looks at me funny.
I frown at him. “What's the problem?”
“Your eyes are red. They have been since you started fighting,” he says astonished.
I sigh. “Great. Now my head is gonna hurt.”
Alden sighs too. “I'll head back to the flat and start lunch. When you're done we'll train again,” he orders.
I can tell he's changing the subject because he won't meet my eyes directly. Talking about my handicap has always been a sore subject for both of us. “Fine. I'll see you when I see you.” I watch as he walks away before grabbing my head. A dull ache begins behind my eyes and expands to my temples. There's a soft voice inside my head, barely above a whisper. There is also a lingering sensation of power left behind.
Vampires often leave behind a trail of pure evil. It's a feeling I've known all too long.
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