kiss of the vampire "the Girl with the Sharp Sword"

KISS OF THE VAMPIRE

(The girl with the Sharp sword)

Mission four: Investigation!

After things settle down, Deyviel has a brief briefing about what a vampire is and their types.

And what to look after—what are the pros and cons of how to defeat one and spot on? And what weapon items to use effectively.

The new hunters got separated by teams. Deyviel and Denver are taken by Ethan; of course there's a commotion about this because some of the captains want one or both of them in their squad.

But Ethan disagrees because both of them are his friends, so he'll take them when things are not resolved by talk; they decide to fight it off, but all of a sudden all of the generals interject and make a proposal.

That Deyviel and Denver are allowed to join all of the squads in a specific mission that Ethan allowed because we're in Ethan's care now. And that they all agree. "Man, are you guys a kid? Get a life," Monica irritatedly said. And we proceed with teaming up.

Deyviel and Denver exchanged glances, a mix of excitement and apprehension swirling in their eyes. The briefing had been intense, and the weight of their new responsibilities as Hunters was beginning to sink in. They were no longer just kids; they were part of a team tasked with investigating a potential vampire den.

As they made their way to the meeting hall, Deyviel couldn't help but admire their new uniforms. The sleek black fabric hugged their bodies, adorned with silver accents that glimmered under the fluorescent lights. "Man, ours is rocking!" he exclaimed, striking a pose in front of a nearby mirror.

"It depends on who we're going to be with," Deyviel replied, his voice trailing off as they entered the hall.

Inside, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation. Teams were being formed, and the air buzzed with the chatter of eager Hunters. Deyviel and Denver soon found themselves paired with Alicia, the tall blonde with striking blue eyes, and a scarred young man who seemed to radiate a tough-guy vibe. Name Kleiv wo .Deyviel whispered to Denver, "Looks like he's been in a few scrapes. I wonder if he fights with his mom's cat."

Alicia shot them a curious glance, but Yumi, the quiet Japanese girl with long black hair, smiled warmly at them. "Don't mind him," she said, her Tagalog surprisingly fluent. "He's just trying to lighten the mood."

As the teams were finalized, the officer in charge laid out the mission details. They were to investigate a pub in Binondo, Manila, where reports of missing persons had surfaced. Deyviel felt a knot tighten in his stomach at the thought of what they might find.

"Remember," the officer cautioned, "your goal is to gather intelligence. Do not engage unless absolutely necessary. Even a single Elder can be a formidable opponent."

Deyviel nodded, but a part of him bristled at the idea of running away from a fight. He had trained hard, and he felt ready to prove himself. "Ahm... Can we just engage if there is only one?" he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

The officer raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Kid, I know you guys are strong; we saw that. But this is a different scenario. You just got lucky because you have a captain with you. Even a captain level will struggle with one Elder. You need to be an A rank or +B rank to face an Elder alone." (A vampire nobles or Elders, an ancient human turn into vampires that live 100 to 200 years, and if they live longer, there are a rare type that can use magic, manipulate fire.)

Deyviel felt a mix of frustration and determination. He wanted to show everyone that they could handle themselves, but he also understood the gravity of the situation. They were stepping into a world filled with danger, and caution was necessary.

As the briefing concluded, the teams were dismissed to prepare for their mission. Deyviel, Denver, Alicia,Kliev and Yumi gathered in a corner, discussing their strategy.

"Alright, we need to stick together," Alicia said, her voice steady. "If we find anything suspicious, we report it immediately. No heroics."

"Agreed," Yumi added, her expression serious. "We need to be smart about this."

Deyviel glanced at Denver, who nodded in agreement. "Let's just keep our eyes open and stay alert. We can do this."

With their plan set, the team made their way to Binondo, the vibrant streets bustling with life. As they approached the pub, a sense of foreboding settled over them. The neon lights flickered, casting eerie shadows on the pavement.

"Remember, gather intel and stay safe," Denver reminded everyone as they stepped inside. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and Deyviel could feel the weight of their mission pressing down on him.

As they entered the pub, the smell of alcohol and smoke enveloped them. Patrons laughed and chatted, oblivious to the danger lurking in the shadows. Deyviel scanned the room, his instincts on high alert.

"Let's split up and see what we can find," Alicia suggested. "Stay in contact, and if anything feels off, regroup immediately."

Deyviel nodded, his heart racing. This was it—the moment they had trained for. They were Hunters now, and they had a job to do. As they dispersed into the crowd, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching them, waiting for the right moment to strike. Deyviel pushed the thought aside and focused on the task at hand. He made his way to the bar, where a grizzled bartender wiped down the counter with a rag that looked like it had seen better days. "Hey, can I get a drink?" Deyviel asked, trying to blend in.

The bartender glanced up, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What'll it be?" he grunted.

"Just a soda," Deyviel replied, keeping his tone casual. As the bartender poured the drink, Deyviel scanned the room, looking for anything out of the ordinary. He noticed a group of men in the corner, their hushed voices and furtive glances suggesting they were up to no good.

Meanwhile, Denver had found a table near the back, where a couple of patrons were engaged in a heated discussion. He leaned in closer, straining to catch snippets of their conversation. Words like "missing" and "dark" floated through the air, sending a chill down his spine.

Alicia and Yumi were at a table closer to the entrance, observing the crowd. Yumi's keen eyes caught sight of a man who seemed to be watching them intently. "Alicia, do you see that guy?" she whispered, pointing discreetly.

Alicia nodded, her expression serious. "Yeah, he's been staring for a while. Let's keep an eye on him."

As Deyviel took a sip of his soda, he felt a sudden shift in the atmosphere. The laughter and chatter around him faded, replaced by an unsettling silence. He turned to see the group of men in the corner standing up, their demeanor shifting from casual to aggressive.

"Hey, you!" one of them shouted, pointing directly at Deyviel. "What are you doing here?"

Deyviel's heart raced as he exchanged a quick glance with Denver, who was already moving to his side. "We're just here to have a good time," Deyviel replied, trying to sound confident.

The man sneered, stepping closer. "You don't belong here. This is our turf."

Before Deyviel could respond, Denver stepped forward, his posture tense. "We're not looking for trouble. Just leave us alone."

The tension in the air thickened as the other patrons began to notice the confrontation. Deyviel felt a surge of adrenaline, but he remembered the officer's warning. They were here to gather intel, not to fight.

"Let's just walk away," Deyviel suggested, trying to diffuse the situation. But the men were not backing down.

Suddenly, Alicia and Yumi approached, their presence adding to the growing tension. "What's going on here?" Alicia asked, her voice steady but firm.

The leader of the group smirked, sizing them up. "Just a little chat with your friends. Why don't you all leave before things get messy?"

Deyviel felt the urge to stand his ground, but he knew they had to be smart. "We're not looking for a fight," he said, trying to keep his voice calm. "We just want to enjoy our night."

The man's expression darkened, and Deyviel could sense the shift in the atmosphere. Just then, Yumi spoke up, her voice surprisingly authoritative. "We're not afraid of you. We're here on business, and we don't want any trouble."

The leader hesitated, taken aback by her confidence. Deyviel seized the moment. "Let's just walk away, alright? We don't want to cause any issues."

After a tense moment, the man scoffed, waving his hand dismissively. "Whatever. Just remember, you're not welcome here." With that, he turned and walked away, his group following suit.

Deyviel let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "That was close," he said, glancing at his teammates. "We need to be more careful."

Alicia nodded, her expression serious. "We can't let our guard down. Let's regroup and share what we found."

As they gathered at a corner table, Deyviel couldn't shake the feeling that they had just scratched the surface of something much darker. The pub was a hub of secrets, and they were determined to uncover the truth behind the missing persons. With their mission set, they prepared to dig deeper, knowing that danger lurked just beneath the surface. Deyviel leaned in closer, his voice low as he addressed his teammates. "Alright, what did everyone find out?"

Denver glanced around, ensuring no one was eavesdropping. "I overheard those guys at the back talking about some 'dark dealings' and how they were expecting more 'supplies' soon. It sounded suspicious."

Alicia raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Supplies? What kind of supplies?"

"Not sure," Denver replied, shaking his head. "But it definitely sounded like they were involved in something illegal."

Yumi, who had been quietly observing, chimed in. "I noticed that man who was watching us earlier. He was with that group, and he kept glancing at a door in the back. It could be a way in or out for them."

Deyviel felt a surge of determination. "We need to check that door. If they're hiding something, we might find clues about the missing people."

Alicia nodded, her expression resolute. "But we have to be careful. We can't just barge in there without a plan."

"Agreed," Yumi said. "Let's create a distraction. If we can draw their attention away, we can slip through."

Deyviel thought for a moment, then suggested, "What if Denver and I create a scene at the bar? We can pretend to argue or something. That should get their focus."

Alicia smiled, impressed. "That could work. Yumi, you can keep an eye on the door and signal us if it's clear."

"Got it," Yumi replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

As they finalized their plan, Deyviel felt a mix of nerves and adrenaline. This was their chance to prove themselves, but the stakes were high. He and Denver moved to the bar, putting on their best act.

"Hey, you think you can just push me around?" Deyviel shouted, raising his voice to draw attention. "I'm not afraid of you!"

Denver played along, stepping in closer. "Yeah, you think you're tough? You don't know who you're messing with!"

The patrons around them began to take notice, and the group of men from earlier turned their attention to the commotion. Deyviel could see the leader's eyes narrow as he approached.

"What's going on here?" the man demanded, his tone aggressive.

Deyviel smirked, trying to keep his composure. "Just a little disagreement. You got a problem with that?"

The man stepped closer, his friends flanking him. "You're making a mistake, kid. You don't want to mess with us."

Meanwhile, Yumi watched from her position, her heart racing. She could see the door the men had been eyeing, and it was now or never. She signaled to Alicia, who nodded in understanding.

As Deyviel and Denver continued their act, Alicia and Yumi slipped away toward the door. The tension in the air was palpable, and Deyviel could feel the adrenaline coursing through him.

"Let's take this outside," the leader growled, clearly agitated.

"Fine by me," Deyviel replied, trying to sound tough. "But don't think I'll go easy on you."

Just as the men began to move toward the exit, Yumi and Alicia reached the door. It creaked open, revealing a dimly lit hallway that led deeper into the pub. They exchanged a quick glance, knowing they had to act fast.

"Now!" Yumi whispered, and they slipped through the door, closing it quietly behind them.

Inside the hallway, the air was thick with tension. They could hear muffled voices coming from a room at the end. "This must be where they're hiding something," Alicia said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Yumi nodded, her heart pounding. "We need to listen in."

They crept closer, pressing their ears against the door. The voices grew clearer, and they could make out snippets of conversation about "the next shipment" and "more bodies to deal with."

Deyviel and Denver, still outside, were keeping the men occupied. "You think you can scare us?" Deyviel taunted, trying to buy time. "We've faced worse than you."

The leader sneered, clearly irritated. "You have no idea what you're getting into."

Just then, Yumi and Alicia exchanged a look, realizing they had enough information. They needed to regroup with Deyviel and Denver and report back to the officers.

"Let's go," Alicia whispered, and they quietly made their way back to the door, ready to signal their teammates.

As they stepped back into the main area of the pub, Deyviel and Denver were still holding their ground, but the tension was escalating. The leader was getting angrier, and the other men were closing in.

"Hey, we're not done here!" one of the men shouted, stepping forward with a threatening posture.

Deyviel felt a surge of adrenaline, but he knew they had to stick to the plan. "We don't want any trouble," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Just let us go."

At that moment, Alicia and Yumi rejoined them, and Deyviel could see the urgency in their eyes. "We need to leave now," Yumi said, her voice low but firm.

Denver nodded, sensing the shift in the atmosphere. "Yeah, let's not push our luck."

The leader of the group smirked, clearly enjoying the confrontation. "You think you can just walk away? Not a chance."

Deyviel exchanged a quick glance with Denver, and they both knew it was time to make a move. "Alright, if you want a fight, then let's do this," Deyviel said, stepping forward defiantly.

But before anything could escalate, Alicia stepped in front of him, her voice commanding. "We're not here to fight. We have information that you might want to hear."

The men paused, their expressions shifting from aggression to curiosity. "What are you talking about?" the leader asked, crossing his arms.

Alicia took a deep breath, seizing the opportunity. "We know about the missing people. We overheard your conversation about shipments. If you want to keep this quiet, you might want to cooperate with us."

Deyviel held his breath, hoping this would work. The leader's expression hardened, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. "And why would we trust you?"

Because if you don't, we'll report everything to the Hunters," Yumi interjected, her voice steady. "You know what they'll do if they find out."

The tension in the air was thick as the men exchanged glances, weighing their options. Finally, the leader sighed, his bravado faltering. "Fine. What do you want?"

Deyviel felt a rush of relief but knew they had to tread carefully. "We want to know what's really going on here. Who are you working for? And what are you doing with the missing people?"

The leader hesitated, clearly torn. "You don't want to get involved in this. It's bigger than you think."

"Try us," Denver said, his voice firm. "We're Hunters now. We can handle it."

After a moment of silence, the leader finally relented. "Alright, but you didn't hear this from me. We're working for a group that's been collecting people for… experiments. They want to create a new breed of vampires, stronger and more powerful."

Deyviel felt a chill run down his spine. "Experiments? What do you mean?"

The leader glanced around, ensuring no one was listening. "They're using the missing people as test subjects. It's all happening in a warehouse outside the city. If you want to find out more, that's where you need to go."

Alicia nodded, her expression serious. "We appreciate the information. But if we find out you're lying, we won't hesitate to report you."

The leader smirked, a hint of defiance still in his eyes. "Good luck with that. Just remember, you're in over your heads."

With that, the group of men turned and walked away, leaving Deyviel and his teammates in stunned silence.

"Did we just get a lead?" Denver asked, his voice filled with disbelief.

"Looks like it," Deyviel replied, still processing the information. "We need to report this back to the officers immediately."

As they made their way out of the pub, the weight of their discovery settled heavily on their shoulders. They had stumbled upon something far more dangerous than they had anticipated, and now they had to act quickly to prevent further harm.

Once outside, they regrouped and quickly made their way to the nearest Hunters' base. The streets of Binondo were alive with activity, but Deyviel felt a sense of urgency propelling them forward.

When they arrived at the base, they were met with a flurry of activity. Officers were discussing various missions, and the atmosphere was charged with tension. Deyviel approached one of the higher-ranking officers, his heart racing.

"We have information about the missing people," he said, urgency lacing his voice. "We need to talk."

The officer raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What do you have?"

Deyviel and Denver exchanged excited glances, adrenaline still coursing through their veins from the encounter at the pub. The gravity of their new mission settled in, and they quickly gathered their teammates, Alicia and Yumi, to relay the officer's orders.

"Looks like we're heading to Mindanao," Deyviel said, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension. "We need to pack our things and get ready to meet the Void squad."

To be continued....