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Isabella opened the door to the decrepit manor; why he had chosen this place for their most recent confrontation was beyond her. He may be undead, but from her experience being undead didn’t make one exempt from wanting comfortable accommodations. It could be that he simply was trying to avoid her, trying to hide from her informants, but they both knew that it was only a matter of time until she found him again.
She was a hunter, someone who took it upon themselves to rid the world of creatures that would haunt and hurt the innocent.. or the relatively innocent at least. Having made a name for herself, she wasn’t really famous, but most towns knew she was capable of getting the job done. However, the vampire she now sought had been her object of pursuit for quite some time. It seemed as though every time she would get close to pinning him down and putting an end to him, he would slip away and elude her for a while more.
It was terribly frustrating, and yet she knew it would be that much more satisfying when she took him out. She had never seen his eyes, having made sure not to be ensnared by them, so she was curious to look upon them when his body was still.
She prepared her crossbow, loading it with a hollow wooden arrow. It was filled with holy water so if it hit him and he tried to snap it to take it out, he would be in for a treat. Isabella wore black leather armor, many different straps to hold her various tools and knives for the hunt. Her boots were sturdy and well broken in, the laces tightly tied, but easy to pull loose if one needed to get out of them. Her body was shapely, her breasts large and her butt round; the rest of her was lean muscle and just enough fat to make her soft to the touch. She wore a fabric mask over most of her face, only her dark, forest-green eyes showing.
He was probably watching her from somewhere nearby, perhaps through a hole in the wall or in the deep shadows, but she was positive he was aware of her presence. There had never been a time in which he had been surprised to see her.
“You know, if you’re tired of being chased, you could always just let me kill you.” She called out, inviting him to give her his location so she could start the hunt.
Upon looking around, she realized that while it looked abandoned from the outside, it was decently kept up on the inside, almost as though he had been doing some housework. She doubted it; he had probably just happened upon the owner, killed him, drank him dry, and then made use of his manor.
She was a hunter, someone who took it upon themselves to rid the world of creatures that would haunt and hurt the innocent.. or the relatively innocent at least. Having made a name for herself, she wasn’t really famous, but most towns knew she was capable of getting the job done. However, the vampire she now sought had been her object of pursuit for quite some time. It seemed as though every time she would get close to pinning him down and putting an end to him, he would slip away and elude her for a while more.
It was terribly frustrating, and yet she knew it would be that much more satisfying when she took him out. She had never seen his eyes, having made sure not to be ensnared by them, so she was curious to look upon them when his body was still.
She prepared her crossbow, loading it with a hollow wooden arrow. It was filled with holy water so if it hit him and he tried to snap it to take it out, he would be in for a treat. Isabella wore black leather armor, many different straps to hold her various tools and knives for the hunt. Her boots were sturdy and well broken in, the laces tightly tied, but easy to pull loose if one needed to get out of them. Her body was shapely, her breasts large and her butt round; the rest of her was lean muscle and just enough fat to make her soft to the touch. She wore a fabric mask over most of her face, only her dark, forest-green eyes showing.
He was probably watching her from somewhere nearby, perhaps through a hole in the wall or in the deep shadows, but she was positive he was aware of her presence. There had never been a time in which he had been surprised to see her.
“You know, if you’re tired of being chased, you could always just let me kill you.” She called out, inviting him to give her his location so she could start the hunt.
Upon looking around, she realized that while it looked abandoned from the outside, it was decently kept up on the inside, almost as though he had been doing some housework. She doubted it; he had probably just happened upon the owner, killed him, drank him dry, and then made use of his manor.
