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Bleeding Saint
Written by Miles McCoy
Edited by Tony McCoy

Chapter 1: Battle With Malice
“It appears you are the filthy half-breed that hunts his own kind, eh, brother?” Malice laughed.
“Shut up, Malice. You knew all this time.” Randolph unsheathed his sword concealed within his cane, thrusting it through Malice’s forehead.
“Tsk, tsk. You always were a FOOL, brother!!” Malice grabbed Randolph’s wrist, pulling the sword from his forehead, and with a flash of red light, Randolph flew across the room and smashed into the wall. “Damn you, Malice! It seems like you’re too strong for me now, but I’ll be back!” despite his immense pain, Randolph ran to a window, tossing himself out, changing into a bat, and flying away. Malice walked slowly towards the window his half-brother hopped out just moments ago.
Chuckling, Malice said to himself, “He’ll need to be much, much stronger before he tries to take me on...”

Chapter 2: Meet The Team
“Randolph, we have a mission for you.” Co said.
“Yeah, Co? What is it?” Randolph replied, brushing the hair out of his eyes.
“There’s been some vampire attacks recently in a village to the north, far into the mountains. We’re going to send some of our best men with you. Try not to screw this up!” Co handed Randolph a stack of papers, including the address of the village, and the profiles of the people attacked. “Gil! Front and center!” Co said sternly.
Gil appeared. A tall, rather scrawny man, Gil was, armed with a bag of caltrops, a blowtorch, and two swords that crossed on his back. He wore a long, black coat with a with a pocket near the bottom. “Yes sir?” he asked in a Transylvanian accent, that which a vampire might have.
“You’re needed to help Randolph Aligarde here. He’s new to the Guild, and needs some assistance with a mission in Canoma village up in the mountains,” Co said, handing Gil an stack of papers almost identical to the ones he had handed Randolph just a moment earlier. “Hello, sir. How do you do?” Randolph said, shaking Gil’s hand. “Now for the others. Preston! Clyde! To my office!” Co said over a loudspeaker.
“Sir!” the two appeared near where Randolph, Co, and Gil sat in velvet-lined red chairs. Preston and Clyde were twin brothers, practically identical. They both wore red business suits with a black tie and a blue corsage. They were also identically armed, each wielding their own rocket launcher, two-handed sword and flame-thrower. “Pleased to meet you, Mr. Aligarde.” they both said simultaneously, shaking hands with Randolph.
“P-Pleased to meet you both.” Randolph said, taking in his teammates’ appearances.
“So, where to, Boss?” Preston and Clyde spoke simultaneously again, as they did most of the time. At this, Randolph couldn’t help but wonder if they were both using the same brain.
“Here, this should fill you two in.” Co handed them both stacks of paper identical to the others.
“Thanks, Boss.” again the twins spoke simultaneously.
“Farewell, you four. And good luck.” Co said.

Chapter 3: Canoma Village, Part 1
It took them four days to finally reach Canoma from the Guild. “Vell, our four day’s effort have finally payed off.” Gil said, setting his pack down once they’d reached the tavern. “Definitely!” the twins said. “Now then, everyone, let’s split up and try to find some clues. Gil and I will go together, and Preston and Clyde will go together.” Randolph said, finishing his drink, a martini. “Jes, let’s.” said Gil, brushing his long black hair out of his face. Two hours later, the group returned to the tavern, after exploring the town and the mountains around it, along with finding some clues and rumors. The day after that, the four decided to explore the mountains a bit more. “Alright, let’s work as a group.” Randolph said, pulling out a map. “There’s some kind of fortress, a villager told me, up north. We should investigate.” The four trudged through the snowstorm and eventually found their way to the large building. A booming voice greeted them when they entered. “Who dares enter my fortress?” it asked. “Simply four travelers! We saw this building through the storm and thought that we might be able to stay the night! The road back to Canoma is long and treacherous!” shouted Randolph. “Come! We will prepare a room for you--” the voice stopped for a moment and a tall, pale man appeared in front of them. He had pointed ears and yellow eyes, and wore a long black robe with a red crystal on the middle of the chest. “--immediately.” he finished the voice’s previous sentence. Randolph and the others bowed, thanking the man. “My name is Viktor, I am a disciple of the great master Vladimir.” he said, leading the four to a vacant room. The long hall they traversed was only lit by a candle held by Viktor. Viktor opened a door and let the four in, leaving them with a few words of advice. “Look under the bed for monsters before you turn out the lights...” with a mischevious cackle, he closed the door and the four heard him laughing the whole way down the hall as he slowly walked back to his post. “Ve had better get some sleep for tomorrow, fellows.” Gil said, setting his bag of weaponry down and pulling the covers over his head. Randolph preferred to sleep in a rectangle-shaped box of some kind, but he decided to just try sleeping in a bed, and found it much more enjoyable. The twins had a hard time falling asleep; they had some wasabi at a Japanese restaurant in town and had terrible nightmares. And although they were both full-grown men, they insisted on sleeping in the same bed for some reason. After everyone had finally drifted off to dreamland, Gil pushed the covers down to his feet and got out of bed with all his weapons. “Now then...” he thought to himself, “...where could I find a vampire in this building? That Viktor was pretty suspicious. ‘Monsters under your bed’...feh!” he lost himself in thought a few times down the hall, but soon he finally heard some voices. One sounded raspy and in bad health, while the other was the voice of Viktor. “Master Vladimir,” Viktor began, “You’re in no condition to kill these men. Simply let Othello take them out for you. He’s good with stealth missions.” “No...I must do this! For the good of Vampire kind!” the raspy voice breathed heavily, with hurried steps, closer and closer to Gil’s location. “Crap...!” Gil thought, retreating to the doorway of their room. “Sir! Stop! We could at least have Othello check them out first! His eye can see all!” Viktor said, with footsteps towards the rasp. “Master Vladimir, please! Be reasonable, sire!” After a few brief moments of silence, Vladimir finally spoke. “Fine. Send Othello in within 13 minutes. I’ll be in my chambers. Also, Viktor, it’s late, you should at least try to get some rest. I predict some heavy snowfall tomorrow. We may not be able to carry out Operation Blue Thunder.” Vladimir finished. “I don’t see why Othello thinks those names are so cool.” Viktor said. The voices grew quieter and a door slammed in the distance. “Alright, I’ve got some info.” Gil thought, scribbling some notes of what he heard in his notebook. “13 minutes, eh? I better act like I’m asleep.” Gil finished with his scribbles and thoughts, and slipped into bed with the covers over his head.

Chapter 4: Inspection
Within 13 minutes of the conversation between Viktor and Vladimir, Othello entered the team’s room. His method of entrance was a little different though. He walked through the wall from the other side, not making a sound. His face, with an eyepatch on one eye, nothing covering the other, was very pale. His eye not covered was dark purple, and his garb the same as Viktor’s. He had a sword the size of his arm stacked on top of itself three times, which was pretty tall. His long black hair stopped at about his waist, and was brushed from his face. “Let’s see what we have here...” Othello muttered, looking around himself. He lifted his eyepatch to reveal a totally black eyeball with a red dot in the middle, where the pupil might be. He saw through their blankets and clothes, even their skin if he wanted to. He saw nothing of interest. “Their weapons look pretty good. Ivory bullets in that vampire’s gun--wait, vampire?! What’s a vampire doing with three humans?! Hunting his own kind?!! Damn him...I’d better report to the boss.” he said, and disappeared a moment later, to Vladimir’s chambers. “Milord! There’s a vampire with them.”
Chapter 5: A Match of Wits
As daylight broke, the four of our heroes awoke. Gil yawned sleepily. “Not much sleep last night, Gil?” Randolph asked. “No. I decided to stakeout and observe our ‘gracious hosts’.” Gil replied, handing Randolph his notebook full of scribbles of last night’s conversation. “My God...What the hell?! There’s three of them, right, Gil? Othello, Viktor and Vladimir, huh?” Randolph said, handing the journal back to Gil. “Let’s get the hell out of here!” said the twins. “Agreed. But how can we sneak out--” Randolph was interrupted by the door opening. “Good morning, fellows! We’ve prepared breakfast for you. Feel free to stay as long as you like in Master Vladimir’s castle.” Viktor closed the door, grinning. “Ahem, as I was saying...How can we sneak out if Viktor, Vladimir, and this third vampire, Othello, are here?” Randolph finished, pacing worriedly. “Stop your pacing, Randolph! I have a plan.”
EDIT: I posted the rest of it from "with a michevious cackle, Viktor walked down the hall back to his post" or whatever.