Blood and Bullets: Hitman Male Reader [Original Story]

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- 8:52 PM -

The ceiling lights were dimmed down, Moonlight's PM speakers overhead were playing 'Claire De Lune', the silent, gentle and foreboding piano keys echoing into the empty casino grounds. All the while, Bart the Bartender kept his eye out; a loaded .357 Magnum on the countertop. A red rose decorated the lapel of his white bartender's suit, very soon more red would accompany it. He made sure to double check on the traps laid by him and (Y/N). Ultraviolet lamps were securely nailed to the walls, scented candles were placed on almost all of the blackjack tables; giving off an aroma of roses, and the sound system was cranked up to it's highest.

In the Men's Room, (Y/N) had his weapons set up on the countertops. His FN P90, his Benelli and the Glock. Magazines were all laid out accordingly, loaded with his UV-infused rounds.

(Y/N) donned an all black suit, save for his blood-red necktie. Observing himself in the mirror, he inspired quite the confidence in himself. Nevertheless he was still very nervous of the coming confrontation. He had another bottle of his favourite red cherry flavoured wine with him, along with a chalice and a tainted napkin. Drinking his stress away.

(Y/N): "Tonight, the hunter becomes the hunted."

He assured to himself. It was only a question now of which he would be.

It was then he could head the distant sounds of multiple approaching engines... Exhaling heavily, he downed the last of the drink, grabbing his Glock along with it's respective magazines. Retrieving his FN P90, he switched the safety off, cocked the action, and slung it over his shoulder.

- Meanwhile -

Night had fallen over Gothic Prime once more, a dozen or so cars sped towards the Moonlight Casino. Carrying Vlad's loyal henchmen, ready to destroy anything at their master's command. Tires screeched as they all parked in a disorganized manner, their occupants exited shortly afterwards. All were donning suits, some straightened their ties as they walked out. Among the large gathering of vampires was Arlene Luca, who was picked up by the group as they passed by (Y/N)'s apartment block.

Vampire 1: "He's in there, I know it."

Vampire 2: "Judging by what father Luca said, our guards are already dead in there. I smell it... however I also smell... flowers?"

He said, quite confused.

Arlene: "I smell them too... He might have prepared counter-measures. But once we get to him, it's all a matter of who gets his neck first..."

Vampire 1: "... Miss Luca, we have to obey your father on this... We all know you have a different view on the human, but we're not turning him tonight."

He informed her, Arlene barely acknowledged her fellow vampire, just simply nodding slightly.

Arlene: "Right... understood."

The doors were barricaded, no problem for the vampires. They busted it down in a mere half-second. The lights were cut as they entered, meanwhile (Y/N) and Bart donned night-vision goggles. (Y/N) handed his FN P90 to him, heading off. Meanwhile, the speakers had switched over to the next song. Antonio Vivaldi's 'Winter'... The gentle beginning tunes of the harpsichord set an eerie atmosphere for the members of The House of Luca. They kept their wits about them, but with the precautions taken by (Y/N). It was close to impossible to tell where he was, even with their enhanced vampiric senses.

Vampire: "Does anyone know wher-"

His question was cut short by a bullet, he fell onto his back and hissed in agony as the UV round incinerator him from the inside. Arlene watched in horror as she realized her and her fellow vampire's sudden vulnerability.