The Vampire Hunter was a normal person like everybody else, there were always rumors of Vampires, he did not believe in them, later in in the year he heard of people acting strange, being incredibly sensitive to light, he then started hearing about disappearances and then actually about vampires taking over towns, obviously no he knew they were real, there were so many towns people, good people, taken their lives by force and making their lives into a race for who get’s blood and who doesn’t. “if this continues there will be more vampires than they can feed on, all the people on earth will be vampires and starve to death” he said to himself. Others have tried to kill vampires with normal guns, they failed. he studied the history of vampires, their weaknesses and strengths, he packed up and moved from his home, and traveled to towns that were overtaken by vampires, armed with bag of garlic, holy water, a wooden stake, a silver knife, he was going to end the vampire bloodline, before it was too late.
Credits: Isrlygood
Credits: Isrlygood
The old west was wild, but it never prepared the sheriff for what he had to face. On the run from the mafia, the battle-hardened sheriff knew his only escape was to fly far away from his homeland, and start a new life in the quiet town of Salem. But as he took the long journey by road to this town, the mafia were constantly on his trail. He soon realised that his own business should’ve stayed his own, because the mafia began to kill an innocent town member each night in an effort to weed him out of hiding. But the sheriff stood his ground, and knew that surrendering was no option - he had to fight them, and find these evil-doers through the gruelling interrogations he performed each night.
Credits: Santa07
Credits: Santa07
As darkness falls, a young boy walks home hand-in-hand with his mother. The medium gently tucks her son in to bed. The boy drifts off to sleep. The only noises heard that night were a knock at the door and a faint scream.
Awakening the next day, the innocent child stares in anguish at the body of the woman who raised and loved him. As tears fall from his face, he calls out, hoping to wake up from this nightmare. Receiving no relief to this pain, the weeping boy staggers into the town square to share the horrific news. Returning home that night, the broken boy collapses onto his bed. Falling asleep, the boy looks up at the stars and wishes and prays to be with his mother again.
As the sun rises on Salem the next day, a young boy walks into town hand-in-hand with his mother.
Credits: BraveVesperia
Awakening the next day, the innocent child stares in anguish at the body of the woman who raised and loved him. As tears fall from his face, he calls out, hoping to wake up from this nightmare. Receiving no relief to this pain, the weeping boy staggers into the town square to share the horrific news. Returning home that night, the broken boy collapses onto his bed. Falling asleep, the boy looks up at the stars and wishes and prays to be with his mother again.
As the sun rises on Salem the next day, a young boy walks into town hand-in-hand with his mother.
Credits: BraveVesperia
The elderly man sat up and continued to read the hate mail from the delinquents. All with one message, and that message promising death. The Mayor took this as a grain of salt. Death, BAH! They were just kids that hated his policies and rules that, in fact, kept them safe. Kept them safe from what? Why, the dreaded ruffians in fact. Those conniving killers were a pain in his run but he knew that they were afraid of his power. Such threats would not get to him. In fact, it would only strengthen his resolve to better secure the town. He knew he had support, from the day he would reveal himself as mayor, he knew he would have the town behind him. Until then, he'd led those no gooder's laugh at the Mayor's 'cowardice'. No, he wasn't a coward. He was simply waiting for the right time, and when that time came, he knew that those who opposed town would tremble. Oh how we would savor victory.
Credits: axlorg89
Credits: axlorg89