Land after Dyers: Vampire Hunter A

A Story by Abishai100

Narrated adventure-portrait of a 'modern' Earth vampire-hunter whose lines of 'sportsmanship' make mark of defiance/control in the dark face of (all) jitters.

Vampire hunter adventure. Thanks for reading (hope you like),

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fiction offers no commercial/explicit ties to any person(s)/body and all images/references used herein (therefore) comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/comment/reference).

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Yes, I'm a vampire hunter, and yes, I've studied great things of vampire maps and darkness and mystery. I know of the tale of Van Helsing and the appeal of 21st-Century and modern world animation representations of great warriors prowling as hired blood-immortals trackers/hunters/killers, and I am one of them (actually!). No, I'm not a cartoon but a real vampire hunter of Selfie-consciousness football (Facebook-like).

This New Earth is nothing like the old Earth my ancestors spoke, wrote, and danced about greatly. You see, this New Earth is global warming affected with regions of once-cheered red-sands of natural fertilization gone dry and humbled for transit storytellers of Earth reflection and praise-sadness. Sure, we Earthlings persist with bound-Romanticism, but it's all rational (actually!), and now vampires (as ever before!) prowl as bloody-immortal calculators of pitfalls and frailty. That's why I trek settlement to settlement and take money to use my silver-bullets crossbow, fitted with ammo soaked in Holy Water (wow). This is very nice for the modern science of bloody geology (really).

TOWN GOVERNOR: You seek that simple weapon of shots for strike of IQ?

ME: I assure you, good-governor of this Earth domains settlement, it's IQ!

GOVERNOR: Well, these blood-immortals play with snakes with sarcasm.

ME: They're incomplete-bureaucracy consciousness minded, no?

GOVERNOR: That they are, friend...and if you fail to think sharp, we all lose.

ME: I know that's truth, good-governor, for these 'creatures' need shielding!

GOVERNOR: Maybe you shall find some distance-space lady to achieve God.

ME: Maybe (Selfie-like).

My newest assignment required me to infiltrate a lair of sorts infested by minds of blood-immortals 'consciousness' requiring great shielding from frailty-set Earthlings, and I had to draw-out some of the lair's figureheads and drones while drawing-away some key soldier-guard to some maze-runner 'game-show' for a final humility that would draw them (all!) away to some distant/private haven for the cheers of the governor who hired me as a mercenary (Facebook-like!).

This lair I made for discovery and discovered it was captained by a siren-queen who simply and darkly read the agenda of her blood-immortals clan of private/uncompromised wrath for bloody taste of wrath (damn). I managed to do as I set-out to do, however, and (eventually!) drew the damned queen's key-drone to a labyrinth for a lands-gossip runner 'game-show' language (for the Ego).

QUEEN: Go then and chase him into that horrid grass maze built ages ago!

DRONE: There shall be great whispers should I (or we) fail, our lady.

QUEEN: That's no concern of yours what your Selfie-worth is weighed here.

DRONE: What if I fail, our lady?

QUEEN: Then we flee...to Brussels...but go to the maze for the game-show.

DRONE: As you wish (Facebook-like).

By subduing this lair-diplomat, that siren-queen's evil vampire 'drone' of darkness, inside that grassy-maze built in a nearby Earth-fields (long-ago!), I managed (triumphantly) to create lyrics of governor/settler/folks cheer for vampire evasions, and the lair-angels of Hell did in deeds fly-away to Belgium somewhere (Selfie-like).

GOVERNOR: Won't you accept some of our secret/sacred hopitality-drinks?

ME: Ha, I shall try some of your fruits and then perhaps retire for life!

GOVERNOR: You will find something to do in peace...perhaps a billiards-inn!

ME: That's good guess, good-governor...and I'll write of your town banks!
GOVERNOR: Good-enough for prayers heard in an 'environment' of darkness.

ME: Thanx for the drink-term, good-governor...maybe I shall write about you.

GOVERNOR: Facebook-like!

I did retire. I settled down and opened a billiards-hall, somewhere in North America (near what was once Boston-town), with my new wife (Esmerelda). I forgot about my crossbow, vampire consciousness, mercenary sensibility, and drink gifts from the forlorn of Earth dominions (wow). I had become a regular average Joe, Facebook-like. Perhaps you read this tale, which I keep in a time-capsule (now!) and dream (yourself) of some 'pool escape' from the bloody axes of a vampire's 'human' jukebox (ha).