The Vampire's Hunter

Two //Orion// The Changed One

Orion- Present

I could hear my partner Brent let out a yelp as he slashed through the vampire on top of him.

"Bloody hell!" he cursed, shoving the now motionless vampire to his side and rolling himself towards me. He stood up, brushing the dirt off his tight black ripped jeans.

I smirked at him. "What took you so long? I was falling asleep over here."

"The answer is death, my friend. Death almost fucking claimed me through the form of that." Brent grumbled, pointing harshly to the dead vampire.

I cocked my head to the side, studying the expression of the dead body. The vampire was a man who looked to be in his fifties, but I knew better. I knew that vampires could change their appearance to look as if they were aging. A trail of blood was drying from where it started in his mouth and past his chin. His eyes had rolled back into their head, only showing their whites.

"Atleast there's one less of them in the world now." I mused, extending my hand to grab the tissue Brent was holding out to me.

We both started wiping our knives clean when suddenly my earpiece buzzed.

"Gentlemen, get back to base right now. It's urgent." ordered the sharp voice of our team leader, Samantha Wiles. And then the line cut off before I could reply.

"What is it, Orion?" Brent said absently to me, still looking over his clothes to make sure every last bloodstain was gone.

I gritted my teeth. "Looks like for the one we just killed, another's just come into this damned world. Wiles is calling us back to HQ. Come on."

I turned and walked right past the dead vampire, whose body would be eaten by the sewer rats sooner or later, and out of the alley. I could hear Brent's footsteps behind me, and I knew I was the only one, because we had been trained to run and walk silently.

And out we went, back into the busy streets of Chicago.

The route to HQ was ingrained into my head, so that no matter where I was, I would know. My feet automatically took a right, then left, then left, and finally straight.

Brent stopped beside me, unable to suppress a grimace at the rundown, yellowed building in front of us.

Beth's Laundry Services; a seemingly harmless business that closed down years ago, but nobody bothered to buy and renovate because it was nearly hopeless. But inside it was so much more.

As I opened the door and entered, I scanned the walls for the elevator button. I could hear Brent coughing and muttering curses under his breath as his lungs rejected the musty air filled with dust in the ruined building.

It wasn't long before I found the button and pressed my thumb firmly against it. "Orion Hunters, code VA-EXT215. Accompanied by Brent Walsh, code VA-EXT219." I spoke into the secret microphone that was too small to be seen by the naked eye.

The elevator doors opened in front of me, smooth and silent, which would have surprised anybody else due to the state of this place.

And as soon as Brent and I stepped inside the elevator, I knew with a rush that I'd be heading back to the one place that mattered to me.

The one place I could call home.

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"I assume they haven't told you yet?"