Blood and Bullets: Hitman Male Reader [Original Story]

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Vlad Luca sat comfortably in his mansion, a nearby grandfather clock rhythmically ticking. It's pendulum swung with the best of the beat of the massive clock, which was the only other thing in the room to bear witness to the the dead body of a woman lay there on the floor. Draped with a tight red dress, ruined makeup stained her face.

Her throat pierced with blood dripping down from it, her dull, empty, lifeless eyes blankly staring. Vlad stared at the distant city with a hint of zeal. A chalice filled with his most recent victim's blood in hand, he took a sip of it as he sat there waiting. The Luca's butler entered the room, which Vlad gestured to the dead woman.

Vlad: "Dispose of it. And get me my daughter."

He ordered. The butler dragged the body out of the room, having done this many times before. With a hefty sigh, he finished up the last of the poor woman's blood. Placing the chalice down on his desk as he continued staring at Gothic Prime from afar. Admiring the distant lights and night skyline

It was then that his desk's phone rang out, he strode directly to it and picked it up. Eagerly awaiting the news to come, he brought it to his ear.

(Y/N): "It's done."

His assassin's voice spoke out. Vlad Luca grinned victoriously, finally he had bested Lupun Fenrir. It was now that his forces could move, since it was nighttime his vampires were ready to proceed. It was high time that The House of Luca finally took control of the city. With their leader neutralized, there was little that the Den could do.

Arlene: "You wanted to see me, father?"

She asked.

Vlad: "Yes, I need you to find (Y/N) (L/N)."

Arlene: "For what purpose, father?"

Vlad: "What's that human phrase?... Tying up loose ends."

Arlene: "He could become a great asset. I don't see why we have to..."

Arlene looked quite hesitant, her father noticed it easily.

Vlad: "Do you object to my decision?"

Arlene quickly shook her head.

Arlene: "Absolutely not, father."

Vlad Luca didn't look that convinced, nevertheless he sent his daughter away. As he did, he turned back to the red phone on the desk. He sent calls to each and every group of his waiting minions. All had a specific objective in wrestling control of the city.

- Gothic Prime Police Department -

Vampires stormed the police station, shooting down any werewolves they could find in the vicinity. Most of the human cops stood down as the bloodsuckers did their thing, massacring all members of the Den that they could find. All armed with silver ammunition as well as vampiric abilities, the werewolves' brute strength did little in comparison.

Eventually, the attacking vampires burst into the office of Chief Timothy Anderson. Who was armed with a revolver, about to shoot himself. However, one of his attackers rushed forward, disarming him quickly and snapping his good arm as he fired the gun. He shrieked like a spoilt child as his assailant took off their mask, hissing hungrily as their eyes fixated onto his neck.

Vampire: "Say goodnight!"

The male vampire yelled out, digging his fangs into his victim's neck as his fellow vampires moved on to hunt down more of Fenrir Den's werewolves.

Timothy grew limp and pale as his assailant drank all the life out of him. He then discarded chief's corpse like trash, grabbing his gun to move on with the operation.