Army of the Damned

VOLUME 16 Chapter 6

With the appearance of the blonde lady, surrounded by heavily armed soldiers. The sign of the Hunters Association dangling above her as she looked down on the dirt tainting her new high heel shoes as the sounds of boots filled her ears. Looking up, the Hunters she's facing all stood stiff. Observing the woman as she walked through the path, keeping a tight eye at every last one of them. Donning Victorian and Gothic clothes, wielding guns and swords, they were ready for a brutal fight right then and there.

The combat soldiers would suddenly get ahead of her as she approached the main camp, making sure the bushes and branches wouldn't dare even touch her magnificent pale skin while the the stars touch into her made the Vampire glow.

Through the afternoon shimmer in the busy forest, the small patch of openness in front of her has been turned into a camp. One full of gothic dressed monster hunters, wielding silver longswords and ornate pistols and rifles, their eyes were as sharp as the daggers that's tucked in their tall boots as the soldiers made a human shield. There are far more modern kits and weapons in contrast to the vintage players.

Without a care to the world, the Vampire walked into the middle of the camp and nonchalantly put her hand into her hip. "I've come to request your services, Monster Hunters."

Walking out of one of the tents was a player whose avatar was already past his prime. With wrinkled skin and long loose white hair, he came out of the flaps of the tent and looked right into the eyes of the beautiful blonde donning dusty clothes that belongs in a Western town. "And why should my company become the weapon of your bloodsucking fangs? Have you no respect for this place and the work we do?" His voice was strong for his age, still brimming with a masculine deep voice and a vigor yet to be matched by those who were at his time.

"I've not come here for trivialities but one that will end the fight beyond the mountain behind you. This is a contract from your leaders." The old man breathed in and though his hat's brim covered half his eyes, it didn't waver as he sat down using nothing but pure magic. The air resists into the shape of a leather chair as he elegantly crosses his legs. Hands on the armrests as he chuckled. "So the Government sends a genocidal Queen who was known for her hunger for power and blood..." he groans as if he was far too old for this and had passed his time. "What else would I expect for them to send?"

The laughs of the hunters all filled the area of the forest, grim and dark in their tones even in joy, the old man switched the cross of his legs. "What do you offer us as payment? Fighting Werewolves and Vampires is not cheap." tipping the edge of his brim, his gold coloured eyes clearly sees Elizabeth's emerald ones.

"A place in the city, there's an apartment block that has recently been cleared in Downtown, multiple warehouses too. You may want to use it, won't you?" with a swish of her hair, the old man grinned. "Death don't have no mercy for the old." Standing up, he puts his hands into his pockets and flexes his shoulders. "Add in the part where we may have no limits to our weapons and you may have a deal."

Elizabeth then smiles and nods. "Very well. Maria, I'll assign you an area and notify the task force and the two of you are to plan this out." Turning around, no one was able to say anything as the old man's eyes swerved to the image of the Huntress. In her gothic ensemble with a lace cravat, she was as dashing and pale as the Queen.

"You have a job. The Vampire Hunting Guild is now under a contract with the Government. The Hunters Association will support you in this endeavor."

She didn't say anything, merely looking towards the Queen in her almighty pose as a smirk flew into Elizabeth's face. "Ah, of course it takes one to know one. Do humor me, but have you met and fought a Black Knight with a Black Dragon on his shoulders?"