Love and Revenge

Chapter 1

Dirk's POV

I walk into the log cabin I've been staying at for I don't know how long, time doesn't really matter to me right now. This human made building has been my home since I left hell. My shitty home is in the middle of an isolated forest, well mostly isolated. There tends to be imps that wander around but other than that it's quite a ways from civilization. However with the imps they tend to attract hunters, although the ones they attract are very easy to get rid of quick enough.

I hear a band of hunters drawing near, I can also hear the shrieks of the imps as they're being slaughtered. The hunters were right outside my house now, shit I didn't think they'd get this close. Maybe I could pose as a human, nah that probably wouldn't work.

"HEY FUCKASSES! I THINK SOMEONE IS IN THAT PIECE OF SHIT YOU CALL A HOUSE!" Shit. Alright here we go, another slaughter on my behalf. Wonderful just what I needed to start my day. Hold on did he say this house was a peice of shit?! You know this place isn't complete shit! It was the best thing I could do at the time. He's the fuckass if you ask me. I could then hear banging and shouting at the door.

"HEY ANYONE THE FUCK IN THERE?!"

I open the door in the most flamboyant way possible. "Hello wimpy ass motherfucker of a hunter. Welcome to my shitty home." I say in a happy tone. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME, FUCKASS?!"

"Can you like quiet down you're giving me a headache." I walked over to a table and drank a glass of blood. Well the next best thing to it. It was actually kool-aid but wig the little blood I mixed in it would do.

"QUIET DOWN?"

"Oh here we go." The guy behind the short, angry guy spoke. And then the lil shit kept going.

"I AIN'T GOING TO QUIET THE FUCK DOWN! NO ONE TELLS KARKAT VANTAS TO QUIET DOWN." The little guy got on his tippy-toes trying to stand up to my height, he was still quite short. I could easily take him down no problem.

I put down my glass and look at him.

"Well I just did so to spare me the headache please stop."

"YOU KNOW . . .YOU SEEM ODDLY FAMILIAR . . ."

"Ha ha, you must be mistaken, I'm just some lonely, antisocial bastard in the woods."

"NO I KNOW YOU! YOU ARE DIRK STRIDER! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD! NO MATTER, WE WILL MAKE SURE YOU ARE ACTUALLY DEAD!!! GET HIM!!!!!!"

I rather not fight him but if he's going to attack me and make a mess but he seems rather persistent that we fight so I better get it over with.

"Oh well. If you insist."

I bare my sharp fangs and jump the Karkat dude. He quickly kicks me off and hacks at me with his sickles. I roll out of the way and see another hunter about to stab me in the back, I quickly turn around and slice his throat. He coughs his last breaths until he chokes on his own blood. Karkat then shouts and swings his stupid sickles at me. I dodge one but the other slashes my shoulder. Now I'm pissed. I hack at the little shit with my claws, I wish I had one of my swords. I slash at his face, he dodges but his cheek gets sliced. He was taken aback by this and it was my chance to strike. But his other lacky comes running. I quickly stab his stomach and slice his throat. Karkat then lashes my back with his sickle. I cry out in pain and then I jump him. I'm now on top of him and he's struggling to get free. I chuckle and smile an evil smile. Before I have the chance to strike he takes a small knife out of his pocket and stabs me. He throws me off and runs off into the forest. A bit of a lame fight . . .but there was no chance he would make it out of the forest alive with all those imps out there, he was as good as dead.