Venator began his search in the plains of Eblistan where there had been multiple reports of missing people and violent deaths overnight. It was not hard to see why the vampires would target the people who lived in the area. They barely had shelters, let alone walls to protect them from any outside forces. These people did the best they could to survive out in the open lands and he was sure that in most cases they would have the knowledge and skills required to thrive despite the lacking luxuries; however, with vampires making a hunting ground out of the area these people were no more than cattle.

It did not take long to asses the situation by the time Venator had gathered most of the information from those who had been affected. A hefty majority of the attacks came from the southernmost edge of the plains. From this it was easy to reason that the vampires were making camp near the Ruins of Baalor or even farther south to the Ruins of Ahya. Venator decided to waste no time in his hunt and made a B line for the ruins, hoping to arrive a short while before sunrise.

Venator made his way around the back of the once great stronghold to where the walls had been ravaged down to dust by the forces of war and a lack of mason’s upkeep. There was no way the demons would be coming and going through the main gate, so this was the most likely place to begin. He went from building to building along the southeastern most edge of Baalor where the damage had been most significant. While there weren’t very many inhabitable places left, it would make sense for the vampires to be positioning themselves in the least obvious place.

Venator pushed open the door to the beaten down shack and was immediately met with a strong odor of blood. “gotcha” he said under his breath just before closing the door behind him and sitting down under the shattered window. It was only a matter of time now, with the sun a few hours from rising the group of bloodsuckers would without a doubt be on their way back home and he would be waiting for them. A couples minutes of silence passed by before his patience was rewarded by the sight of three figures approaching from the same way he had come in. By now they could already smell the powerful blood flowing through his veins, so Venator calmly rose to his feet and mentally prepared himself for his first true test.

The three made their way towards Venator, the biggest of them leading the other two with a mischievous grin on his face that revealed a set of pearly white fangs. “Mother always told me not to eat just before bed, but I think I can make an exception for you after all the trouble you’ve been through to find me.” The larger one said, stopping a few yards away.

Venator was quite pleased with himself at this point, but managed to hold back a little smirk. ~ Overconfident and egotistical, perfect.~ He thought as he readied himself. Vampires are creatures of offense, they move fast and hit hard, but their flesh and bones are as easy to slash and crush as any humans. It is their ability to easily overpower opponents that results in such a common cocky attitude. Their attacks are so strong, that many of them never bother with defending themselves. In any one on one situation this information would cause Venator to strike first with intention of overwhelming the targets defenses and quickly dispatching it before it can react. Alas, with two extra opponents to deal with, there was no sense in trying to go on the attack.

Before he could do any further mental assessment of his situation the vampire to the left darted out from behind the leader and slammed into him shoulder-first, sending Venator sprawling into the dirt. He rebounded quickly onto his feet and turned to face the vampire who was already sprinting in for another pass. Blood began to flow from the palms of Venator’s hands and pool around his feet in a perfect circle. The action did nothing to deter the demon from his path and just as he began to close four spikes sprouted up from the front of the crimson pool and tore into the vampire impaling him in his waist, stomach, chest, and throat. Before he could try to rip himself free Venator spread the spike in his throat, beheading him instantly.

Venator turned to face the leader, whose grin had morphed into a disgusted grimace, and motioned for him to come try to succeed where his now decapitated grunt had failed. The vampire gritted his teeth together angrily and charged forward with his remaining pawn following behind…

The sun had just begun to rise as Venator finished tossing the dismembered vampires on a stack of wood in a small clearing of the ruined city. He lit a flame under the logs and stepped back as the entire pile caught fire. Removing the head from a vampire was a pretty surefire way to dispatch of them, but Venator decided that he would rather not take any chances. Beaten and tired from the brawl he wanted nothing more than to relax, so he laid down and laced his fingers behind his head.