Vampire Hunter. {Discontinued}

4

True to his word, Gavriel ran outside the van, my headlamps barely picking out his pale features and black clothes. To anyone else viewing it, he would've been invisible.

It took 4 hours to reach a small turning with the sign that read 'To Demon Hill', with a piece of graffiti scribbled under it: 'abandon hope for all who enter here.'. So true, yet I was entering willingly, with a vampire who could kill me in a second if he wanted. I would be a fierce foe, but I wouldn't be too taxing for someone of Gabriela strength.

I looked too Gavriel to see if we were turning off. He was. I followed, the van occasionally bouncing around from the multitude of potholes littering the unkept road.

I found myself longing for the clean roads of towns, although there was always traffic and I hated traffic. The thought of so many cars and other vehicles trapping me in a small enclosed space... I always preferred the countryside. When I was younger I used to freak out at the multitude of cars in a traffic jam on one of the main roads. There were literally millions of them. Now I'm older, I just bottle that fear up. I know it's not healthy, and there probably is another solution, but I don't want one until it becomes a real problem and will probably be too late.

I followed Gavriel to the entrance of the hill, which also looked like the only way in. But if the rumours were true and this was as good as hell... I wouldn't be surprised if there was more than one secret entrance and exit.

The sign welcoming you to Demon Hill had had the 'Demon Hill' part scribbled out and replace with 'Hell'. So Demon Hill was probably as bad as the rumours, if not worse. I was mad to come here.

The rumours said Demon Hill was a dank, dark and ruthless place of demon infestation, home to only the vilest crooks and criminals. They said there was no hope in Demon Hill, no hope, no happiness, no love and no joy. They said there was only brutal recognition, brutal recognition that you had hit rock bottom, and were the lowest of the low. In Demon Hill, the humans who entered were looked down on by other humans as if they too were vampires and werewolves, infestations of darkness.

He led us round a back route, ending up in front of a hotel. It wasn't he poshest hotel I'd seen, but it looked good and respectable for Demon Hills reputation. Gavriel motioned for me to stop the van, so I parked up and cut the engine off.

I stepped out, and was immediately surprised by the coolness of the air. It was like all the warmth had been sucked out of it, and all that had been left was this cold shell, remaining to taunt people of what they couldn't have and what they got. I pulled my coat closer around my shoulders, and felt the concealed knives dig into my skin, not drawing blood, but the cold metal of the blade and t-shirt I was wearing gave off a feeling that unsettled me.

"You sure you want to see your father? You do know he's a vampire?" Gavriel asked, drawing me back to the world of reality, where I was stuck in front of a hotel in Demon Hill.

"Yes." I said. I found out he was a vampire a long time ago. It was one of the reasons I wanted to visit him. To find out more about vampires so I could study their weaknesses, then learn how to build protective sigils and enchantments so I could make a place where vampires couldn't enter and I could be left alone.

"Why do you want to visit your father?" Again, his voice snapped me back to the cold, harsh world of reality.

"Why does it matter to you?" I snapped angrily. I really didn't want to talk to a vampire in case I backed out now, after nearly 4 years of searching. I didn't want 4 yours of my life to suddenly become futile. No one does. So I would leave with the answers I wanted or not at all. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad as a vampire after all.

"Never mind." He answered smoothly, his even tone starting to annoy me. I tried to relax, as I was about to be meeting another vampire in a minute, my father.