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Chapter 8

Victor slept well that night. For the first time since he became a vampire hunter, he didn't have to look forward to city patrols. He did not have to contemplate if he was going to lose his life in battle. All that went through his mind was that girl, Maeve St. Clair. When he woke up the next afternoon, he almost smiled. He had a feeling that he hadn't felt in a long time. He spent the afternoon training; however he was not training his body like usual. This time, he was training his mind. He thought up different scenarios in his mind to try to counteract them so the night would go smoothly. He did not want anything to ruin this. When the evening rolled around, he felt his body tingle with excitement. When the clock read 9:30 PM, he decided to get ready. He did what was normally his morning routine, then got dressed. He wore his usual, since he really didn't have anything special; however he made it look better than normal. He polished his boots, shined any metal pieces that were visible, and put a lot of effort into making the ordinary extraordinary.
The clock struck 10:45 when he finished, so he put everything on and walked to the door. On the way, he grabbed the ocarina. Since it had always brought him comfort, and a little luck, he figured it would come in handy. He also grabbed his friend's sword, being aware that he should always be on his guard. When he reached the door, he opened it and stepped outside. He looked at the sky, amazed by the starlight. But in the corner of his eye he spotted something. A package was at his doorstep, addressed to him. He brought it inside and examined it. He would have saved it for later, but when he spotted the drawing of the symbol on his necklace, he immediately opened it. Inside was some sort of compass and a note:

Eisenfaust,

Here is the item you requested before you left for the city in which your enemies reside. I apologize for it taking so long to get there, but it was hard to find. Luck to you in your mission.
-Unsterblich

Victor read the note, then grabbed the compass and put it in his pocket. He then ran upstairs to where he kept his weapons and gear. He picked up a cloth that was stained deep red; the cloth that had Ren Sinclair's blood on it. He then ran downstairs and dashed out the door.
“What perfect timing!” Victor thought to himself. “With this, I can finally track down my family's murderers. This compass reacts to blood on contact. When it connects with blood, the needle points me in the direction of its owner. Plus, it points to anyone that shares that blood. I can track the entire family now. Once this is over, I can finally rest... and perhaps settle down.” He ran towards the park, eager to see the woman in his dreams.

Maeve was nervous. She had never been on an actual date before, so when she woke up, she was already sweating. She got up out of bed, and walked to the bathroom. She showered and washed her long black hair, then shaped it into the form she wanted. She was picky about every detail, so it took her an hour just to get it done. When she finally finished, she walked to her room and changed. For this evening, she selected a black gown made out of the softest silk to wear. Over it she put on a scarlet cloak with thin silver chains that criss-crossed around the front. She wanted to look perfect for tonight, so she never bothered to look at the clock, until it read 10:30.
“Oh no!” Maeve thought. “I'm going to be late!” She was done preparing, so she hurried down the stairs. Ren and Maria were sitting downstairs talking, when they saw Maeve headed towards the door.
“Wow, you seem to be in a hurry,” Ren said teasingly. “Where are you headed to looking like that?”
“I'm... just going out, that's all.” Maeve replied back. She did not want Ren to know her true intentions. “Besides, why do you care?” she spouted back quickly.
“Because I just like to know what my little sister does in her spare time.” Ren stood up and stretched. “You wouldn't happen to have a boyfriend that we don't know about would you?” he asked sarcastically.
“NO!” Maeve yelled back, embarrassed. “I just like to dress up once in a while. Anyways, see you later.” And with that, she walked out the door.
“Sister wait!” Maria yelled rapidly, but she was too late.
“What? What did you possibly want to say to her?” Ren asked.
“I...wanted to remind her,” Maria said softly, “...that her six months are up...”
“It'll be fine Maria,” Ren said calmly. “Besides, she needs to learn to bite humans sometime.” Ren sat back down, while Maria stared off into the distance.

Maeve made it to the park before Victor did, so she decided to try to relax before he showed up. She stood next to the statue and stared off into the distance.
“I wonder what's going to happen... I've never felt this way towards a human before. I hope tonight goes well. When Victor gets here...” She started to feel dizzy. “What's wrong with me...? Anyway, when... who... who was I supposed to meet?” Her vision started to blur, and she dropped down to her knees. A man was walking by, and when he saw her drop, he ran over to her.
“Hey miss! Are you alright?” he asked quickly.
“Anyone will do now...” Maeve wrapped her arms around the man, then as she bared her fangs...

Maria was clearly worried about her sister. She knew where Maeve was going, and who she was meeting. If Maeve went into blood withdrawal while the hunter was around, she could get seriously get hurt.
“Brother...” She said softly.
“Hmm? What is it Maria?” Ren replied as he was reading a book.
“I know where Sister is going...” she said quietly.
“Oh, what of it?” Ren wasn't really interested in what Maeve was doing.
“She's going to the park...”
“That's nice...” Ren spoke, not paying attention.
“...to meet the hunter.”
“WHAT!” Ren slammed the book shut and stood up quickly. “Are you sure about this?”
“She was planning to meet with him for sometime. Judging by the way she looked as she was leaving, it probably is a safe assumption.” she said quietly.
Ren burst out of the door and leaped into the air. His vampiric strength made it seem that he was flying in the sky. “That stupid girl! She's going to get herself killed!”

Victor was running late. He was so worked up about preparations that he was not paying attention to the clock. He finally made it to the park at 11:10. He ran until he was close to the statue. He slowed his pace so he could recover his breath, but his breath never came back to him when he saw in front of him a limp body lying next to the statue. He ran to the body and examined it closely.
“This man is dead...” Victor thought to himself. “The body is still warm, so he must have passed recently. No sign of trauma... Wait. What's this?” He turned over the body and looked at the man's neck. On it were two fang marks that were still open and dripping with blood. Just then he heard a noise and looked to his left. A shadowy figure was fleeing the scene and running towards the city. As he watched, his pocket started quivering. The compass his friend gave him made contact with the bloody rag, and was giving him a reading. When he pulled it out and examined it, the needle was pointing towards the figure.
“It's one of them! I must pursue!” Victor left the body and ran after the figure. As he did, he removed the sword from his coat and strapped it to his back. “Sorry, Miss St. Clair, for leaving like this; but if I don't end this now, no one will be safe!”
Victor ran at full speed towards his target. The figure ducked and weaved through the crowds and buildings, but the compass told Victor exactly where to go. As the figure ducked and weaved through the city, it turned into an alleyway; however, this proved to be a mistake, as the alleyway was soon to end. The figure stopped when it reached the wall. Victor soon caught up with his target, and drew his sword.
“Turn and face me Sinclair! Turn and meet your judgment!” Victor spoke loudly to his opponent. The figure started quivering and shaking, but did not turn.
“Face me!” he yelled again, pointing his sword towards his target. The female figure then started weeping. She then slowly turned and lowered her hood. When she did so, Victor's face turned from sheer anger, to complete sorrow.
“No...No... It... It cannot be!” The face that belonged to the vampire was Maeve's. Her beautiful gray eyes were filled with tears.
“It...It's impossible!” Victor was shaking. His hand quivered so badly that the sword he was holding fell out of his hand. It made a shrill clang as it made contact with the alley's concrete floor.
“But...how...how is this possible?” Victor said.
“Victor...I'm sorry! I...” Maeve started to say, trying to console him.
“It... This can't be happening!” He dropped to his knees and started weeping. As he did so, a deep-blue aura started to form around him. His emotions were being shown by his energy.
“Victor...” Maeve started to approach Victor to try to console him. But as she got closer, the aura grew stronger and became almost like flames around Victor.
“NO! GET AWAY!” Victor's body was erupting with pure energy. Maeve pulled back so she could protect herself. As Victor was grieving, he slammed both of his hands against the pavement. When he did, the pavement cracked under his immense strength. Maeve was now fearful for her own life as well as fearful of Victor's grief.
She tried to talk to Victor. “Victor,” she said. “Please...forgive me... I didn't want to hurt you. I...”
“LEAVE NOW!!!” Victor yelled. “GET AWAY FROM ME!!!”
“But I...” Maeve started to say.
“GO!!!”
Just then Ren jumped in front of his sister to protect her. His face was stern as well as shocked to see that much raw power. He was prepared to defend his sister at all costs. Maeve wanted to help Victor, but Victor would not let any of them get closer.
“GET OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW!!!”
Ren looked at his sister. “We need to leave!” Maeve nodded tearfully to her brother. Ren then picked up her sister and leaped into the night sky. As she looked back, Maeve mouthed out three words to Victor. They soon disappeared into the night.
Victor's grieving was causing his energy to get out of control. He stood up and yelled into the night sky, weeping openly. A large blue shockwave erupted out of Victor that shattered all the windows within a half-mile radius. It seems that his grief knew no bounds...