George was waiting in a tree for someone to pass by. He craved blood. He needed it. After awhile, a young man, around his age walked by. He was wearing a light brown trench coat, his auburn hair in a weak ponytail, wearing black work pants and dress shoes. He slowly went down the tree, being light on his feet. He walked quietly towards the man. The man reached inside his coat, George slowed. What was he doing? The man swung his arm, a wooden steak in his hand. George ducked as quickly as he could. What the hell was happening? The stranger reached from underneath his button up shirt, which was strangely an off white and grabbed a necklace with a cross on it and lunged towards the confused vampire. Once again George dodges as quickly as he can. George maneuvers behind the man to hit him in the head so hard he passes out. But the man turns quickly around, his fierce yellow eyes staring the vampire down. Before the man did anything the vampire socks him in the head, and the stranger falls unconscious. Yellow eyes huh? George thought. Wonder how long he's been around. George was interested in this man. He was obviously cursed by a witch to be immortal. How long has he been around? How is he so inhumanly fast? He looked through his trench coat, which was full of stuff to kill any monsters. Why was he so prepared? He also carried many weapons that could kill anything but monsters, or any that George could think of. Many of which had newly stained blood on them. "Is this man some sort of psycho?" He said to himself. He took him to his place which was in a quiet area. It was part of a town but kind of in the woods that was next to the town. It was an old manor that his family owned. But, after they died he took ownership of it. He laid the man on his couch, taking anything that could harm George. He waited for him to wake up. After a few hours the man finally woke up. He immediately touched the back of his head, but once he saw George, he went for his trench coat, but when he realized it was gone he went for the necklace which was also gone.
"Why didn't you eat me?" George looked at him confused.
"You mistake me for a fool? I can visually see your eyes. Your an immortal being." The stranger glared at him. "When were you born?" The man thought for a long time, clearly getting frustrated as he thought longer.
"I, I'm not sure. The only thing I remember from that period of my life is my mother saying 'I promise to be by your side.'"
"Really? Not a thing?" The vampire said disappointed. He sighed. "Alright umm." He looked at the stranger. "What's your name, and what's with the axe hidden in the trench coat?"
"My name is Benedict Barrel and I use the axe to kill."
"Kill what or who?" Benedict smiled.
"What do you think. Anyone I can find on the street." George was disturbed. He was a psycho.
"You truly are disturbing." Benedict kept a straight face.
"I am, aren't ?" The fact his face was so straight was no comfort at all.
"Victoria?" George called out. Suddenly out of nowhere a transparent girl bleeding from her neck appeared. She was a ghost. Benedict looked at her, he knew immediately the time period of her existence. For those were the years he was in trial and got off the hook. The man whom he killed apparently was an "ass whom should have had his entire head decapitated." This was said by not the killer, but the man's inferior.
"What is it?" She looked at the strange man in the room. Her eyes widened.
"Why is there a psycho in the house?"
"He was interesting, so I brought him in." Benedict stood up to greet the ghost.
"Pleasure to meet you, my name is Benedict." He bowed as he said this and stood up, he stayed still like a board. Victoria gave a confused look and started to laugh,
"like, eggs benedict?" Victoria started busting out laughing, her voice echoing. She started rolling backwards into the air, still laughing uncontrollably. Benedict was unsettling staring at her while she was laughing. Once she noticed, she stopped and, obviously uncomfortable, stood straight and kept the straightest face possible. "I'm sorry for my outburst." She was so uncomfortable that she felt the need to apologize, even though she wasn't necessarily sorry.
"Your forgiven." He smiled, of which was no comfort. George broke the ice.
"So, Benedict, do remember anything from when you were mortal? Not the year necessarily but what happened?" He looked at him.
"I told you I remember nothing but my mother saying one thing." George looked at him.
"Perhaps we could go to a witch? Maybe they could help?" Victoria shook her head.
"They can't help someones memories." George thought for a second.
"but they can summon ghosts cant they? How about summon his mother, since we only know she exists out of his entire possible family we could summon her." Benedict looked at both of them.
"I don't trust witches." George looked at him.
"Don't worry, I know a really nice girl who's a witch. She only curses people who have wronged her." Benedict sighed. He hasn't done anything to a witch since his mother. Wait, what does that mean? Random thoughts occurred to him but he had no idea what they meant, such as, almost as easy as stabbing him with an arrow. The emphasis on him makes Benedict smile, he hated thinking of whoever him is and smiles whenever he thinks of the fact he apparently stabbed whoever he was with an arrow. Many more have occurred but this one specifically made him feel something more than just a fragment of a memory.
"So? You up for it?" Benedict nodded.
"Sure, the hell not?" Victoria spoke up,
"we just gonna go over the fact he showed up with weapons that can kill anything?"
"Shut up Victoria, I'm sorry but we need to figure out his past. He interests me." She rolled her eyes.
