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Hunters Advent Ch. 01

By: Arcerdo



A/N: Hello everyone, this is something I've been putting together for a long time and now, finally, have decided to write. This is going to be a very long story and hopefully I have the skills, ideas and story to keep you interested all the way to the end.

"Talking"

'Thinking'

=Narration=

**** Scene Change ****

Hunters Advent

={ Book 1: Birth }=

Chapter 1: =§ Hunters of Darkness §=

= The Underworld... when you hear the word, it makes you think about a society of crime without law, or a different world beyond our own.

Both are correct descriptions, but there is a third one as well.

One that only those who cannot find a place in the light would know about;

The Underworld, that is in front of us, but never seen. =

He was running for his life, in the dark of the night he was running from a predator he could not believe existed.

Why had it targeted him? Where had it come from? Only an hour ago he was about to leave his apartment and meet with a woman, one whom he had tried to get together with for the better part of the month, when... 'It' had appeared out of nowhere, looked him in the eyes and said;

"Mr Garth, I have come to kill you."

Garth had simply thought it was some kind of a sick joke, I mean, it had to be have been one, because who comes up to you and says something like that; especially with such an innocent smile?!

Yet, it had attacked him right in front of his home! It had cut him in the left arm with... something, he had never felt anything like it; the pain, the burning, the bleeding... He had panicked and ran out of the apartment building using the fire-escape, and had almost escaped into the street but out of nowhere it had appeared in front him, blocking his way out.

So now, Garth was running in the alleyways of his own neighbourhood, arm still bleeding and all his senses and instincts screaming at him not to stop for his predator was closing in fast.

And then, he ran into a dead end.

He looked around him, desperately looking for some way, any way out of this death trap: 'Fuck, fuck, fuck...!! Come on, there has to be a w-'

He suddenly cried out in pain as he felt something sharp hitting the back of his thigh, forcing him to fall onto his back. He rolled onto his side as quickly as he could to get a look at what had hit him; It was a sharp but small knife, and whatever threw it had used enough force to make it embed itself all the way in.

It made Garth feel the same pain as whatever he had been cut with earlier, and it took all his strength not to pass out from the agonising pain when he pulled it out. He then forced himself to stand up, but soon found himself leaning against the alley wall for support, his leg radiating with burning pain.

As he struggled to stay up, he looked towards the dark alleyway where he had come from, hearing footsteps coming closer, slowly but surely. It was only now that Garth began to figure out what had been happening; this wasn't just an attempt to kill him, it was a hunt.

His predator had pressed him into panicking, made sure he ran into this dead end and finally, the knife had immobilised his leg. Effectively crippling his way of fighting back and making sure he couldn't run anymore.

And now, the predator was intentionally taking its time coming closer, making sure that he heard every footstep... it was driving him up the wall! Every second began to feel like an eternity, each footstep began to echo harder and louder in his ears, until finally he couldn't take it anymore and began to shout at his attacker:

"You fucker! Why are you doing this?! Do you enjoy cutting people and chasing them like they are animals?! Why... why are you doing this to me?! I haven't done anything to you!!" Garths' breathing was on the verge of hyperventilating, and it didn't help matters that he still couldn't see his attacker at all, which made no sense!

He was looking directly at the only way that led into this dead end, yet there was no one there, even the footsteps had stopped and it made him even more afraid of his pursuer.

Then, at the precise moment when he blinked, Garth was startled when IT appeared in front of him, which caused him to loose his support and fall sideways onto the ground. He couldn't understand it; he had literally appeared from nowhere! He hadn't heard or even felt anything, and no one, NO ONE can move like that!

Garth was slowly getting up and attempting to escape but with his leg hurt, it was useless. His predator didn't give him a chance either; firmly grabbing him by his arm right arm and left shoulder he found himself violently spun before being tossed towards the dead end wall, face first. By all that made sense, he should be losing consciousness at this point, yet he wasn't. All he felt was pain, with no relief in sight.

Falling onto his back from the force of the impact, Garth gave it all he had to roll onto his side, looking down onto the concrete ground beneath him, his blood dripping from both his mouth and nose. While groaning from the pain, he kept talking to IT:

"Why?! Just tell me already!! Enough with these sadistic games you sick son of a bitch!!"

And then it finally began to talk, but not before snickering with mirth: "Why Mr Garth... I told you earlier; I'm here to kill you. Is the why really that important to you? No, that's not fair, so here is why."

In a single instant, all the mirth was gone, replaced by a lethal, smooth, cold tone:

"Because among other things, it is what I do. Someone you know... or rather, probably have never even met, asked me to rid this earth of your miserable existence."

Garth then slowly tried to lift himself up, but his head was still throbbing from the impact with the wall, while asking in a WTF voice: "So, what you're a hitman or something? And you are supposed to hunt me like an animal and kill me?! Who; who the fuck asked you to do this?!?!"

He managed to lift his head up enough to look at his pursuer in the face, but all he could really focus on through the haze of disorientation were its eyes; those bright, sky blue eyes that made him feel a cold shiver run up and down his spine.

It then replied with that same tone, eyes narrowing dangerously: "It doesn't matter to you now, for this is the place where you will die, Mr Garth." Then, after starting to take steps closer to him, it continued: "And as for hunting you like an animal. Well, what can I say? I'm a hunter. But... this time, I'm not hunting an animal-"

At that instant, much faster than a human eye could see or follow, Garth had somehow gotten up and had charged towards his predator... but in the next instant, his right arm was flying through the air, bleeding, severed and before Garths brain could register the pain of having his arm cut off, he felt himself being stabbed through his chest with something long, sharp and beyond painful.

Then, he found himself being impaled onto the dead end wall, the sharp object sinking deeper through his chest, back and even onto the brick wall behind him. Garth then realised that this is what the hunter had used cut him with, that had caused the burning pain; a medieval looking sword with arcane looking parts that blended together with the medieval ones.

The pain the sword had been causing was beyond agonising at first, but, as he could feel his heartbeat slowing down, his arms, chest and back bleeding faster and faster, he couldn't feel anything at all anymore.

The hunter then let go of the hilt, taking a step back as the moonlight that had until now been shrouded by clouds began to shine through, illuminating this dark scene. The hunter was in fact, a human; a man in his late twenties, taller than an average man with white skinned and rough, almost wild looking black hair.

He wore a black trench coat with a black shirt underneath; in fact, all his clothing articles were black, making his movements harder to see in the darkness of the alley.

As his features became clearer, he finally finished his sentence with a firm voice:

"... I'm hunting a Monster."

As Garth felt his life ebbing away, the grinned at the hunter, who he refused to admit was a human being, revealing his two razor sharp fangs and glowing red eyes. He then barely managed to utter: "So you knew what I was; a vampire... I have... superhuman speed, strength... senses... and... healing..."

He then coughed a burst of blood from his mouth, before continuing:

"... You are... without a... doubt... a Night Hunter. I have faced... many things... in my life... even other hunters, like... you. Not once... have I feared... any of them..."

Garth then felt his consciousness beginning to fade, as crimson and black coloured, ethereal looking light began to leave his body, before finally finishing:

"But you... I fear you more... than death...you cannot... be human; you hunted me... killed me... and yet... I feel nothing... from you. Who... What... are... y..."

He could not finish, for after the ethereal light was gone, his body ceased functioning and began to decay at a rapid rate. In under half a minute, the vampire known as Garth was gone, leaving behind nothing but withered, mummified husk that turned to ash as the hunter pulled the sword out of the wall. Even the blood Garth bled had already coagulated, and was now in the process of decomposing, until nothing was left.

The hunter then said to no one: "I am Vincent Zacrias, a Night Hunter..."

Then as he was walking away, the sword in his hand made a crackling, digital like sound, followed by a light greed and white light before it seemed to transform from a blade into a wristwatch within the blink of an eye, he finished:

"... Nothing more, nothing less."

As Vincent continued to walk out of the alley, his clothes emitted the same sound and colours as his sword had, before transforming from dark, hunters articles into his civilian clothes; a brown aviator jacket with a grey shirt underneath, dark blue jeans and a pair of black sneakers.

He then reached into his inside pocket and pulled out a cell phone, pressing one of the quick dial buttons and waited for a person on the other end to pick up. When he heard the person picking up, he started:

Vincent: "Hey Rosie, it's me, Vincent."

Rosie: "Ah, about time Vinny. What took you?"

Vincent: "Heh, you know what."

Rosie: (Sigh) "Vinny, I know you are good... hell, probably even the best there is at hunting, but you really need to tone it down with the cat and mouse routine. Was the target a...?"

Vincent: "Nah, he wasn't, just another Fallen... like always these days."

Rosie: "See, that's exactly what I mean. If it's a Fallen you just need to kill it, not chase it to a corner and push it into attacking you!"

Vincent: (Meh) "Say what you want, if undertake a job like this I have to do something to make hunting the prey more interesting."

Rosie: "... and did it work?"

Vincent: "Not really."

Rosie: "See? If anyone else tried to pull what you do, they'd risk breaking their bones or losing limbs, hell, even their life... but you-"

Vincent: (Angry) "Yes, yes, I take some twisted pleasure from risking my life when I hunt. Heard this song and dance before, its how I am and it's probably the only thing that keeps me from-"

Rosie: "Alright, Vincent, I'm sorry... I really am, it's just, you know."

Vincent took a deep breath and exhaled; whenever Rosie used his full name he knew she was being sincere and serious with her words. He knew full well these weren't easy times for her. She was going through a divorce, and it was a messy one.

Vincent: "Yeah, I know, I'm sorry too... Haven't had decent hunts in a while, its making me restless."

Rosie: "True..."

There was a moment of silence between them, until he decided to continue.

Vincent: "Anyway, I caught Garth just in the nick of time; he was about to go meet his latest victim.

He wasn't much of an opponent, but he was elusive as hell but then again for a Fallen to have survived for over 30 or so years, he had to be."

Rosie: "Garth, no known last name. Estimated to have become a Vampire 30 years ago, but was soon confirmed to be a Fallen and was hence given the green light to terminate by the Night Hunters Guild.

A playboy, combined with the nature of a sociopath.

Eluded termination several times, even critically injured two other Hunters. Last known victims' father had connections with The Underworld."

Vincent: "Heh, he made a fatal mistake there."

Rosie: (Smiling) "Yes he did. Using his old connections, the request to 'Tear out the heart of the motherless fuck who killed my granddaughter' came to my desk, and after checking the information and details of the job, I recommended it to you and you accepted."

Vincent: "Yeah..."

He then stayed silent for a moment, before continuing.

Vincent: "It isn't much, but tell the client that it is done."

Rosie: (Sadly) "Yes... Vinny, tell me something."

Vincent: "What is it?"

Rosie: "Why do people choose to walk away from The Light? Why embrace The Underworld?"

Vincent: (Looking at the moon) "... Because we sought in the dark, what we could not find in The Light."

With that, Vincent closed the phone, before disappearing into the crowded street. The voices of the people and the noises of the city drowning out all that had transpired only moments ago, no more than a stones throw away from them.

= Vampires, Werewolves, Monsters, Mutants, Night Hunters...

This is The Underworld that we do not see.

It is right there, in the corner of our eye.

It is around us, in the sounds we ignore.

It is in the shadows, which follow us all.

This is the story of a Night Hunter, a human who has chosen to hunt those that live in the night.

This is the story of his life,

Fate...

... And Curse. =

To Be Continued...

A/N: Okay, here is the first chapter. The second one might take some time, since I'm currently working on another story as well.

Hate it? Like it? Let me know, and if you see how it can be improved, point it out. I am always looking for constructive criticism, or positive feedback. 


Hunters Advent Ch. 02



Written by: Zelix (My original penname, but Literotica already has an author by that name.)

A/N: Alright, here is the second chapter for those who found the first one interesting and are curious to read more :)

Before proceeding I will mention one thing; these chapters may leave you with many questions but there is no need to worry, as the story progresses answers will come. That's the type of an author I am.

Lastly, I'm sorry for the long wait; I'm juggling between two and soon possibly a third story as well.

Also, I got married on July 28th 2013, go me :)

Now, onto chapter 2!

"Talking"

'Thinking'

=Narration=

**** Scene Change ****

If this was a TV series:

Opening theme: Daisuke Ono – Key Phase 1 (Shinrei Tantei Yakumo)

Ending theme: Minami Kuribayashi – Signs ~Saku Tsukiichi Yoru~ (Total Eclipse)





Hunters Advent Ch. 02



"After the invitation you asked Rosie to forward, I couldn't say no now could I?"

He replied without even trying to hide the utter disdain in his voice, which only seemed to make Renate's grin get even bigger. Good God he wanted to punch him so bad.

"Hehehe, I knew that would get your attention. But where are my manners? Please have a seat Vinnie boy." Renate said from his seat behind the desk that had obviously cost a small fortune.

As he took a seat in what he hated to admit was probably the most comfortable chair he had ever sat on, he took a quick note of the office around him. It was clearly something that a nightclub owner would want, from decorations to colouring and even a huge aquarium built into the wall... that was empty.

Renate noticed this and just waved his hand at it while saying; "Of that, I still haven't decided what kind of fish to get, I was thinking some goldfish... or maybe a shark or two, I don't know."

It did take him a minute, but upon closer inspection it wasn't just an aquarium. It was big enough to hold a shark or two.

Vincent had a brief fantasy about holding Renate upside down from his feet and dipping him into the aquarium.

With sharks.

And Renate bleeding.

Joy.

"Anyways, Vinnie boy, you probably want to know why I requested your presence here today?"

'Reality sucks.' He thought before saying; "Aside from pissing me off?"

"Aside from that-

'Don't lose it, don't lose it, don't lose it...' He kept chanting in his head, the prick didn't even try to deny it.

"-There is something very urgent I have to ask from you." The tone in his voice was different by the time he had finished.

To Vincent, this was always unnerving. "What is it?"

There was a moment of silence before Renate finally said; "... Are you and Rosie shagging?"

If looks could kill, then the one Vincent was making right now would be enough to kill the population of a small town. There was also a loud cracking sound, both from within his mind and from the arm rests on the chair which were currently in the process of becoming splinters from the sheer force he was gripping them with.

Renate was actually rather impressed of his self-control, but then he decided to say one last thing; "Of course you aren't, 'cause its my cute little ass you want, right honey?"

Within the split of a second, Vincent had leaped out of the chair and smashed his fist into Renates face before proceeding to use it as a punching bag.

The feel and sound of skin being smashed, bones creaking and blood splattering was nothing short of orgasmic to him.

After good 10 minutes of this Vincent grabbed him by the collar, bent him over the table, pulled down his pants, transformed his wristwatch to his sword, aimed its tip carefully with his asshole and proceeded to slam it with all his-

'I wish, I really do so wish I could do that...'

Were Vincents thoughts as that violent fantasy came to an end and reality came back. He was still sitting on the chair, although the arm rests had had better days.

"Your ass is lovely, but I've had better."

He said, feeling a bit calmer and not letting Renate get to him like he did last time.

But just in case, he replayed that fantasy again... and again.

At this, Renates chuckled as his grin died down and his voice started sounding normal: "So close... as usual, I'm rather impressed and amused of your self-control. So I will have to try harder next time."

He stood up from his seat, reached into his pocket to pull out a cigarette and lighting it up, before reaching over the table to offer Vincent one but he respectfully declined. As he smoked it, he started talking; "Vinnie, have you noticed anything strange in your recent hunts?"

He tensed for a second, was this indeed about Garth? It just couldn't be. He wondered if he should lie, but decided against it.

"Yes, my recent hunt, other than the boring way it ended left me feeling that something hadn't been right."

"Who did you hunt?" Was the next question, leaving him slightly confused and suspicious.

"A Fallen named Garth, a revenge contract verified and submitted from my mediator Rosie Matherson." He replied, keeping his tone calm. Where was this going? Renate was a pain in the ass but a smart pain in the ass, so he knew none of this was random or pointless.

"Ah yes... but, shouldn't she be using her old last name soon? What was it again?"

"Barton."

"That's it. Shame, Matherson suited her better. Anyways, what would you describe as 'strange' about your hunt?"

This was it. He knew it was and depending on his answer he might finally get to the bottom of where this was going.

"For someone to have eluded the guild for so long he wasn't that skilled, then again maybe someone screwed up in one way or another but the whole hunt left me with a feeling that there is a piece, that even though its there it still shouldn't be there."

Renate raised an eyebrow before saying; "Go on."

Vincent thought for a second, then responded; "... That I killed him."

"... You do realise that makes very little sense, even to me." Renate replied finally.

He just scratched his head and let out a frustrated sigh; "You think I don't know that? Then again I probably just want a decent hunt for once, like old times."

"Yeah, maybe. Anyways, that is all, Vinnie." Was his sudden reply as he stuffed the cigarette into an ashtray.

Vincent looked at him, utterly confused before asking; "Wait, what? You called me here on such short notice after a hunt just to ask me that?" He knew there was always a point, an angle or a plan to these questions but this time for once, he had no idea what the point had been.

"Yup. There have been some requests from the Guild for local reports on district activities and I thought to call you up since you were active most recently." He replied with a nonchalant voice.

At this point, there was a very deep, highly explosive kind of rage bubbling deep within him as well as a sinking feeling that maybe, just maybe...

"So the reason you made it sound so serious, even tricking Rosie as a medium to convey it with such a short notice for something so mundane was simply to...?"

Renate grinned like a cat before replying with a sing song voice: "Exactly. Just a clever trap to fool you."

At that point Vincent felt his rage boiling over and all his muscles getting ready to commit an act of violent murder. But somehow, he wasn't at all sure how, he succeeded in keeping a lid on it.

"I will take my leave then, good day." He said.

'Murder, death, floods of blood...' He thought.

By now he was walking out as quickly as possible, ignoring Jacob and Rita on the way and nearly taking his anger out on the new security guard at the door, but God must have blessed him on this day because he didn't.

But the steel garbage container in the alley wasn't that lucking. The sound of it being hit with a punch that left a deep, VERY deep dent into echoed throughout the alley and all the way to Renates office who at that moment burst out laughing.

After a few minutes his laughter died down, he then pulled out his smart phone and made a call;

"It's me. Yes, no doubt about it, it was him. No he... let me finish douche bag. Yes, I called you that because if you act like one, talk like one-"

He chuckled at the person who was now saying some rather rude things.

"Calm down, calm down, yes and yes that was rude of me and I apologize. Oh you won't? That's fine then douche bag." He chuckled some more. Then he took a deep breath and resumed;

"And no, I do not believe he knew about it. Of course you don't believe me, it's your job not to believe easily or maybe it's just your personality but from my end I guarantee Vincent does not know. No, not for certain but after what I just did he will not piece anything together for a long time. Yes, I know. It won't come to that and even if it does I can handle it. A problem? Well him being dead does put us in a bad spot but not out of the game, now does it? But seriously, why not just-... uh-huh, well, I'm still saying it would be beneficial or even critical but whatever, it's your show to screw up the way you see it. Now there is no need for that kind of language, is there? Oh there is? When dealing with me? Well... got me there."

Renate laughed, before looking at the TV screen that was on mute, the news was on.

"But seriously, we need to do something and fast or it is only a matter of time until this comes down on us both like ton a exploding bricks. Yeah... be in touch. And lastly, if you are looking at the footage from your cameras and bugs from last night, note that around midnight I was... oh you saw it? Yeah the part with me taking off all of my-... while that was playing in the backround-... did you watch it alone? You did? Lucky you. And why yes, I did do that knowing you would be watching it at some point. Why did I do that? Simple; I was bored and wanted to piss you off. Oh don't be like that; you know you liked it, big boy."

With that, Renate closed the phone while laughing. Then calmed down and thought and shouted; "Jacob! Rita! Get in here, we have some things to talk about!"

**********

Vincent got into the buss, his hand slightly throbbing from his anger venting with the garbage container and mind still seething from what had happened with Renate.

As he sat down he started thinking; 'What a freaking waste of time... is what I would think, but, what is it that keeps bugging me? Garth and now this; what is it I am not seeing? Or is there even anything there to begin with? Arrrgh...'

His thoughts kept going like this until he finally stepped out of the buss 30 minutes later; 'Okay, that's it, I'm burying this into the 'hunting withdrawal' and 'Renate must die' folder. Fuck, all this because that prick wanted to make filing a report to the Night Hunters Guild fun by pissing me-'

That's when something clicked in his head. A detail he had overlooked. It was so miniscule, so barely worth noting at the time but now...

'It's what Garth said as he was dying. The piece that is there but shouldn't be there was that I killed him, but the reason it shouldn't be there is because of the one thing he said;

I have faced... many things... in my life... even other hunters.

He eluded the guild for so long...

Survived other hunters...

I killed him so easily...

How do they connect? I don't know yet, but they do connect.'

Vincent started smiling as he felt his mind flooding with that satisfying feeling when putting together a puzzle, before he said quietly to himself;

"Interesting times are coming... and I'm ready for them."