Scarlet Lust

Prologue

It is nighttime on the Balkans, clear view of the moon shining at it's brightest above a small house. Thuds, stomps and crashing noises were heard from the small house, there were two men fighting in there. One was holding a bloodied knife, the other had his eye cut from forehead to cheek and was holding a wooden stake.

???: Leave us alone!

???2: Why Should I do that?

???: I haven't done anything to deserve this!

???2: Listen here you little shit. You drink blood and murder people, why should I leave you?

???: I-I..ugh! Just die already!

The one holding the knife dashed at the other one, he was punched in the gut and let go of the knife, he was holding his stomach on the floor. The other one put his stake in his bag and pulled out a knife.

???: What are you doing?

???2: I need proof of me killing a vampire.

He then put the vampire in a headlock and opened his mouth, he slowly started to cut his canine teeth or vampire fangs. The vampire screamed in pain, his first tooth was removed.

???2: One more, don't worry it'll be over in a moment.

And just like that the hunter pulled out the second tooth and put them in his bag too.

Vampire: Just....just kill me already. Do it quickly....

???: I will kill you....

The hunter took a look at the clock it was 06:23 in the morning. He then pulled a rope from a cabinet and tied the vampire.

???: ....just not quickly.

Vampire: W-what?!

???: You should've known who I am. And you could have knew what to do when I arrived.

Vampire: Wait..aren't you the Ruthless shepherd?!

???: Most people call me shepherd. But you are correct.

The 'shepherd' carried him outside and waited for the sun to rise.

???: What happened?

Vampire: What?

???: How did you turn into a vampire?

Vampire: Does it matter?

???: ....I guess you are right. Good luck.

Vampire: With what?

The 'shepherd' pointed behind him, the sun was slowly rising. He then whistled for his horse.

Dmitry: Oh and my real name is Dmitry Gavrilovich, remember it. See you in hell. Hya!

Vampire: Wait!

It was too late for the vampire, he was already going to claim his prize and there is nothing stopping him. While Dmitry was riding he heard screams from the house, a small smirk crept on his face. He arrived at the police station in Pirot to get the money. His friend, Alexander Simonov, a Serbian-Bulgarian was working there, he is tall, has brown eyes, and a stubble growing on his face.

Dmitry: Alexander, you old pile of shit. You still owe me 50 gold nickles for the bet. 

Alexander: Dmitry, I already told you I will bring it to your house once I got those! Besides, what are you doing here? What's with your eye?

Dmitry: I came here to claim my prize. And don't worry about it.

He three two fangs on the counter, Alexander looked at them and later at him.