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Scene #83
I am Jacquelyn Mina Harker, few that know me call me Jac. And those
that do not call me by my most infamous title - "Jack the Ripper."
I wear many faces, that of a hunter, doctor, scholar, and sister to
Quincey. I am an anomaly, a product of two realms. There are many
ways to say the title that I carry. I am a hybrid, known as a
dunpeal. I am half demon and half human. A dealer of death. I have
all of their powers but none of their weakness's. My deficiencies
and my blades are all my own. In over three hundred years I have
only changed on the inside.
Sometimes I felt alone while carrying out the vital work of Dr.
VanHelsing and my parent's. I am to atone for the sin of my
existence, to stop evil from raging out of control. Good and evil
are not just black and white. Everyone has a sin but most are
innocent enough to keep the demon's at bay. I hunt demons to keep
the human universe safe. For far too long they've been a plague
choking the world. A very
effective way to kill a full Demon is by complete dismemberment of
the host body. A silver dagger to the base of the skull will
release the demon and end its torment, of that I am certain!
*** End of journal entry . . . . . .
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The rain washed down the windows of the black coup, but Jac
had no problem watching her prey. Her green eyes glowed like
gleaming rare jade in anticipation of the hunt. The figure drifted
into the vacant lot disappearing inside a seemingly abandoned
building. She could see the spell that hovered around the decaying
structure. She grabbed her
katana and a vial of sapphire liquid that would help with the
entry. Getting out was the fun part. Jac ran toward the building
and her prey. Upon reaching the barrier and smashing the vial to
the ground, she watched as the contents splashed onto the shield.
The bright and glowing blue light flashed and dimmed. She stepped
through the opening and instantly fell to her knee's. Emanating
from within the building was not the aura of prey but that of a
hunter. Her hunter! Jac realized too late that it had been a clever
trap. She began to focus her thoughts, trying to control the
unwanted wave of panic. Damn her fearful human side!
Her fang's extended as she rose to
her feet and ran deeper into the bowels of the building. Her inner
demon literally gnashed its teeth, an attempt to crawl out into
control. The being that lured her here was calling out to it.
Desdemona, her true name. It had always stirred in the heat of a
fight but never had it been this intense.
She spoke the low-toned mantra to tighten the
reign's on her demon and to calm her human fear's. If she lost
control there would be a death warrant issued for her plain and
simple. Just like she had to do to the street walker's in Old
London. Concealing the euthanasia's was much easier then it used to
be. Pushing her past filled with eviscerations back to where it
belonged she tightly gripped her sword in her left hand and her
amulet in the other. Squeezing the small pendant she sent up a
prayer and a protection spell. She needed all of the help that she
could get. As if her trouble's weren't enough her time of
vulnerability rapidly approached. It happens at the first full moon
once a year, nearest her birthday. Her demon half would be
suppressed leaving her virtually powerless. Not even so much as a
rain spell was going to be doable.
The vision's came at her next and with a vengeance. The
pain flowed over her in one hot piercing tsunami. She fell again to
her knee's with her hand out sliding down the dark cold wall. The
vision's were of her and the nameless man embracing intimately. The
pain and longing that she felt every time she had the vision was
even worse now. A man she had never met. But they shared the same
ever-changing brand on the skin over their heart's. A tattoo or
curse that constantly grew, always adding but never leaving. It
felt as if it were burning into her very soul. The pain was so
severe that she grew numb and did not know if it were coming or
going. She was in such shape
that she was unaware that the being with the powerful aura had made
his way to her position. Once he lifted her up Jac's agony began to
subside. The pain suddenly ended when he kissed her passionately
just like in her vision's.She was so drained from her ordeal that
she could barely open her eyes. It was the man from her vision's
and the strongest entity that she had ever felt.
"Who are you?"
He looked at her with gentle eyes and it appeared as
if storm clouds and lightening flashed behind them. They were
framed by long, dark lashes.
" Your destiny! My name is Vashnil Eskar B'ihl. The First King.
But do call me Vash. " She
was astounded! The first king was supposed to be a myth long dead.
The creator of Vampire's. Older than Dracula, he was vampirism.
" I thought you a myth . . .
" He laughed with a deep,
warming sound, his mirth fading before he spoke.
" You would be amazed what exists in myth. I
came for you!" He
carried her like she was precious glass and teleported them to his
lair. Her body was warm and healed, the transporting feeling like a
gentle breeze. " I've
awaited you my love . . . . . . My Queen."
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