Nocturnal I: Silver and Blood

Chapter 8: Bloody Sewers

The Sewers/ London, England 1895 

I.
     In the depths of the sewers, Frederick landed on both of his feet feeling the sewage runner run past his black boots. The scent of the waste was horrendous to the point where Fred flipped his hood on, grabbed his red scarf to cover his nostrils and mouth. The tunnel interior was covered all over with brick stone as Fred passed through every corner leading to a path going right or left, as he passed through three corners he found blood splattered on a wall in front of him. Examining the splattered blood, he dabs his index finger on it and rubs it with his thumb, the blood on his index finger was fresh for minutes probably even seconds. Turning his head right he catches a shadowy figure of a humanoid dragging a human male corpse by the leg making its way down the tunnel, Fred crouches down watching the monster carry its prey by the leg and slows down his walking pace so he can remain undetected by the creature. That's right, take me to your friends, thought Frederick with a grin under his scarf wrapped around his mouth. Jonathan, gave Frederick some other details about Corvo before he left for the sewers.

II.

    Corvo Hamilton wore a black and red line patterned officer's naval coat, he had orange red hair which stretched out short long. His boots which matched the main color of his outfit hung out on top of the desk as he began drinking a bottle of rum thinking about his intentions to overthrow Gareth after his years of embarrassment and being kicked around like a speck of dirt by superiors. The drunken pirate vampire, would dwell more on the past when he was nothing but a lad who enjoyed the thrills of seeking fortunes when it came to raiding merchant ships, drinking, dancing, and fraternizing with beautiful women at the bars of Havana, Cuba, and enjoy the awarding treasures of his incredible heists as one of the most wanted pirates in the West Indies. Then he began to remember his time turning from mortal to immortal and it was both a tragedy and opportunity for him too handle. His own ship with the crew he used to have under his command were massacred by a British Man of War Ship wiping out the crew, leaving Corvo as the last sole survivor of that massacre. He drifted into Colombia after surviving with nothing left except large wooden debris, finding himself broke, lost, without money or any way to gain back on his feet. Then until later he made his first encounter with a Colombian Vampire who offered him a second chance in regaining a new crew and a chance of eternal life, he first thought the vampire would be talking nonsense like it was the Fountain Of Youth or some other myth like El Dorado. No, it was the best second chance he has ever gained in his mortal life, with his humanity abandoned by the withdrawing of his blood he became the vampire pirate of the seven seas in which made him a ghost story like the Flying Dutchman.

    "Ah good times," he said with the poisoning of  alcohol in his breathe and the dizziness of his vision lasting for only five seconds. It takes more than a bottle of rum to get a man like Corvo Hamilton drunk.

    "I can't wait to find someone who can read this useless piece of shit treasure in which can cause Judgement Day!" he announced loudly looking around his office as he had two rouge vampires guarding the right and left of his large tent examining a tablet written in latin as one stanza.

    The interior of his large tent had a large mattress with five pillows on it, the desk in which he sat behind with his feet on top comfortably was colored with the natural textures of wood. On the bed layed a vampire woman wearing nothing but a corset and short underwear. She slept in peacefully after a wonderful night with the great Corvo Hamilton charming her with tales of battle, treasure hunts, and stories of the West Indies of the Atlantic Ocean. Her name was Jasmine, she has been a great friend with great extraordinary benefits to fulfill the pirate vampires lustful desires. Waking up she looks at her dearly beloved mate wanting more of his lust and devilish ways of loving her. She slowly approaches from behind with a smile on her face and her fangs revealed. Corvo grabbed her by the arm as she got an inch closer. He pulls her close to his lips and whispers in her ear with a tendorous line.