EPISODE 1 • ALL VAMPIRES MUST DIE!

Yerick chuckled slightly as he got his lecture of minding his tongue....He took the hand giving it a shake before removing his to find some black on his hand...defiently the man who had laid the coal markings. “I am a hunter...from Russia who escaped before I was killed off.” He was getting slowly more confident with his English his eyes narrowed slightly. “As a hunter I don’t have any scills for work, exept a hunter.”

He looked out the window looking at the route 66 he had picked out this place for the hopes of finding silver the last time he had hunted without silver it had taken almost half a week to kill the beast it had been a miracle he had got it in the end. “Russia is a breeding ground for this stuff.” Not knowing the word abnormal or paranormal in English it was the best he could do to describe his enemy.

“Mabe I woudnt have been needed but I dont know wat oter job I could possibly do.” He thought about his probing into how long he had been doing this for. “Since I can remember maybe when I was fifteen I started.” Not really sure when his little hobby had begun. “Just drop me off by the fence near that scrap yard ahead of us.” As the man drove him to the fence allowing him to get out he asked for his name. “Yerick!” Nodding to Strom with the introduction of his name he closed the door giving a final wave through the window. “It was a pleasure meeting you Strom.” Turning round to the scrap yard with a casual turn....now to get in the darn place.

Jayden drove down to the little pizza place and parked. She got out of her car and entered the small establishment. She'd called from the room earlier and hoped that the pizza and cheesy garlic bread sticks were ready. She was in no mood to deal with people right now.

"I be here ta pick up an order for Warrick."

"Yeah....hang on a sec an I'll get it for ya."

Jayden looked at the young man at the register, raising an eyebrow. "I hope ye're pizza tastes better than ye manners, lad." The teenager gave her a dirty look which she held with her own green gaze, forcing him to look away first. He mumbled something and got her large stuffed 5 meat pizza, pan style and cheesy garlic breadsticks and via the manager who had witnessed what she said, the 2 litre bottle of pepsi that was thrown in for free.

She left the pizza place and headed back to the motel, entering her room at the motel. She set everything down on the small table and sat down to eat.

Yerick looked left and right seeing no one around with what seemed a practiced grace he jumped and pulled himself over the fence be honest how many times you done that Yerick the answer was countless. He moved slowly through the scrap yard looking for large deposits of metal where someone decided to dump a load of one thing. He moved through the piles almost seeming at home it was obvious once again he had done this a few times he found a few cutlery silver knives nothing serious....

After maybe half an hour’s search unhappy he suddenly found the oddest of finds a bow and quiver of arrows...kneeling down he looked over the items for a good while picking up the arrows he tapped them on a surface listening to the ring of them. Then the taste test nope not silver he threw them down unhappy with it still but as he threw it down he noticed an unusual knife slightly curved and still in a sheath of well oiled leather he picked it up unsheathing it his face broke into a grin.... “Found ya.” It was a silver knife a good 13inch silver blade not pure but it was enough to hurt those damn pests....one blade would have to do he was starving.

Yerick stuffed the knife somewhere at the back of his coat seeming to disappear he got back to the fence pulling himself up and over with practiced movements again he landed on the other side lightly...couldn’t help thinking to himself assassin. Yerick began limbering up as he prepared himself a jog back to the women’s......J...Jaa....Jayden cor it would have been bad going in forgetting her name he started to jog back his pace very steady smiling as the miles went by without him fully realising.

Yerick reached her motel slowing down he walked a little out taken for breath he stopped about two doors down gathering himself before he walked up to the door and knocking. “Pizza delivery for a Jayden Warrick.” Shouting in his thick Russian accent strangely he could smell the pizza from here as he waited for her to come and get the door for him or yell it was open damn he was hungry that was for sure when was the last time he had eaten...

Jayden shook her head at the Russian's words of a pizza delivery before hollering, "IT BE OPEN, YERICK!!" She watched as he came in, sat down and began eating. It was clear that he was hungry and she wondered herself when the last time was this man had eaten, but it wasn't her concern right now. She'd eaten her fill and had cleaned up her hands and face and was now sitting on the bed a sharpening stone in one hand and a silver, Scottish dagger in the other, the soothing sound of the blade gliding across the stone calming her. Next to her was her shotgun and shells. Inside the shells were a few silver beads mixed in with the lead ones....her families formula. But, she was running low and would have to find some way to buy what she needed to make more. She was down to only two cases of twelve shells each. She also had her beretta snub-nose out as well, the gleam of it clearly indicating that she'd recently cleaned it. On the other side of her were her blades, all of various lengths, all made of silver and the longest one being a large bowie, the blade nine inches long extending from a hand-made handle made from the antler of the sacred white stag of the highlands. It was etched with Celtic druidry symbols of protection, speed and skill, only on this particular blade, not only was the hilt etched with these symbols but the blade as well. All of her blades had various ancient Celtic druidry symbols carved on them, but the bowie....it all but glimmered with them. It was her favorite of all of her weapons, passed down from generation to generation of hunters in her family. It was her father's and now it was hers. It was the one she picked up next to be sharpened, having sharpened the other four smaller daggers. This knife she smiled at, kissing the flat of the blade and murmuring to the spirit of her father to watch over her and Yerick and grant them a successful hunt. Then she started sharpening the blade.

Yerick opened the door slowly moving in as he looked to the pizza sitting on the table he walked over sitting in the chair as he looked down to the pizza he opened it smiling as he pulled it across having her eat her share he ate at the remnants quite quickly. He finished eating getting up he walked to the bathroom she heard him take off his coat he was inspecting how he had fared jumping from the train grabbing a hand towel he cleaned up as best as he could finally walking out the en-suite bathroom with the red coloured towel she could have sworn they had been white as he threw it into the bin. His coat thrown over one shoulder he threw it over the back of the chair he gave a low whistle as he looked over all her gear. “Ok mabe your more prepared than I.”

He emptied his coat insides a selection of boring steel knives a coil of wire and he put the new knife he had found a little bit of silver. She noticed he had an old pistol in a shoulder holster she could tell it wasn’t used often more a relic of a past time as he ignored it...a Tokarev pistol if she had knowledge of World war two pistols. He removed a knife from a sheath she almost noticed his eyes light up it was obviously his favourite a black DV-2 Russian Spetz Naz knife...unlike her gleaming knives it was aged and she could see speckles on its surface...blood? The man pulled out his own sharpening stone but unlike her he only focused on his favourite knife after all the others would just be used to distract anything he attacked. After a long duration he pulled a lighter and began melting the wire onto the edges of the other knives...by its gleam she could only guess it had some silver in to irritate the beast when they found it.

Jayden stopped sharpening her bowie as she spotted the antique gun and knives. She looked up at Yerick's face, shock on hers. "Surely ye doan think ta be killin' the beastie with that ole thing? Ye'd have a better chance at blowin' off ye're bloody hand first. Although...ye doan see many guns like tha' one." When he pulled out his knife, her eyes widened and she grinned.....it was the grin of someone who appreciates a good blade. "Nice, Yerick. Ye hae' no protection symbols upon it? I hope ye kens what ye be doin' then."

She went back to sharpening her own knives, finally finishing. One would think that she had lots of money with the amount of silver blades around her, but in truth...they were all handed down to her. Yeah, her family had more money than most, but they weren't ones to flaunt it and now thanks to her wayward cousin, she would have to resort to any means necessary to obtain that which she would need in the upcoming battles....with the exception of selling her body or her soul and killing innocents. "I be ready ta hunt in a bit. How about ye?"

“It is a memento from past times...” He said no more as hiseyes narrowed it had been the worst time in his life in Russia. He saw her lookas she spotted the knife of his he couldn’t help but nod at the comment of noprotection wards... “They don’t work very well if you arn’t related to the makerof the symbols...I was never good at magic personally and my family.....wellthats best left in the gutter.” His accent still thick as ever and the lastwords mumbled as he went back to work.

She could see that look in her eye happy she had relations which had providedher with her weapons unlike Yerick who had scavenged everything he had beforehim even the Hitler youth knife sitting in the collection of knives waiting fora layer of melted wire on them he had two left to do as he picked up the nextthe Hitler youth knife sitting on the table alone. “Just the one left and wecan try hunting this thing.” He worked with a practiced steady hand, you had toquestion is this how he hunted....scarce on resources every time?

Once he was finished, Jayden tucked her beretta into the back of her jeans at the waistband, put on her jacket and slid the smaller blades home in there sheathes that were sewn into the inside of it, her large bowie knife into the sheath at her side and the boot knives into her boots. "Ready whenever ye are, Yerik." She headed for the door, opening it and looking outside. Seeing that it was clear, she motioned for him to climb into the car and drove towards the cemeteries. Yerick gave her a funny look, "A hunch....an usually me hunches are right, so we go this way."

“Hunches are good.” He sat in the car having followed her to the car, his knives all lined the inside of his coat his DV-2 knife sitting in a sheath at his lower back quite uncomfortable in a car but he ignored it. “Hunches and instincts are whats needed in this line of business.” Smiling as he had a hand on his neck she hadn’t noticed a scar running from one side of his chin to the other his finger tracing along it now. He leant back in the chair watching as the woods past them by on the way to the cemeteries... “Let us hope he roams round here.” His hand dropping from his neck and reached inside his coat he rested it on the pistol butt finding comfort in its cold embrace an old ritural before the hunt for him.

Jayden parked the car in the shadow of a large tree about 25 yards from the cemetery entrance, hoping that the dark color would be concealed by the large tree. The car was off the road, so there was no worry that it would be a danger to any cars coming through. She stepped out, making sure again that she had all of her weapons. She only had five, fully loaded clips left and no silver bullets left. She would have to figure something after this hunt. Until then, she would make do with what she had and her fighting skills. She turned around and saw Yerick stepping out. "We will walk from 'ere." She headed to the gates, stopping before them and seeing that they were locked. She looked around, assessing the situation. It was almost completely dark and her hunch told her that there was something wrong within the graveyard. She hoped that it was the werewolf, but 'instinct' told her it wasn't. She turned and began to walk along the perimeter of the fencing until she found what she was looking for. A place that had rungs for worker to climb over if the gate couldn't be open or to climb out of the cemetery if there was an emergency. It was hidden behind some thinning bushes, which she pulled back.

"A way in, I do believe. Shall we?"

She climbed up and over, landing deftly on her feet on the other side. She began to walk towards the older end of the graveyard, feeling the pull in that area. It wasn't long before the stench hit her and she knew what was making it, having smelled it before. Ghouls......undead ghouls to be exact. She pulled her shotgun out of the holster at her other hip, the short, sawed off gun sliding out easily and cocked both barrels. "We have company, Yerick. I hope ye're ready fer a fight?" Her green eyes twinkled at the thought of killing undead.

Yerick followed her up the ladder climbing it easily with great confidence not really having to look at the rungs as he threw himself over the wall not even bothering to use the other side he landed heavily sniffing the air he didn’t get anything. He pulled out his dagger before they even started heading towards the older part of the graveyard he kept his wits on him not liking the fact they had trees with gravestones between...a crawler could get onto you before you could even react. He slowly followed her before he caught the scent of decay a smile broke open his favourite customers. “Ghouls.”

He slowly walked towards them as he saw them slowly increase their half-assed pace of stumbling as they suddenly began to jog and get quicker and quicker till they were sprinting towards them. “I hope you are ready Jayden.” The mad Russian brought the knife in front of him his face a great big grin as he waited for the first one to come at him this was what he lived for.

Jayden finally saw the ghouls....their stench preceding them. Gods, how the smelled!! She flipped off the safety to the shotgun and cocked both barrels. "Shall we dance with the smelly things? Or shall we simply take their heads?" She said both with a laugh, her father having always told her to laugh before battle for it may be your last and you want to die having remembered having a good laugh. Aiming, she fired, the head of the closest one exploding, the body falling to the ground. She quickly aimed at the second and did the same. Popping open the barrel, the two empty, smoking shells popped out and she quickly inserted two more with the deftness of one who'd done this many times. She quickly took out two more, but was unable to reload as she was set upon by two more.

Drawing her bowie knife, she spun around, slipping past the undead so that she was now at it's back. Striking out, she severed the spinal column of the ghoul, only to feel a hand on her shoulder, the sharp ends of bones puncturing the skin and sinking into her flesh. She screamed......one of rage and pain as she grabbed the bony wrist, flipping the undead over her shoulder, it's fingers ripping free of her shoulder. Luckily, the puncture wounds weren't as deep as they looked. Deep enough to need medical attention, but she ignored the pain and the blood streaming down her arm and pulled her snub nosed Beretta and shot the ghoul in the center of the forehead at point blank range.

Yerick calmly let the ghoul reach for him then slashing at the joint the arm came off at the elbow then it feel forward with its jaw. He reacted by planting a firm elbow to the bottom of its chin and pushed up his arm following through for his knife to slash straight through the backbones its head flying off as he approached his next one. His knife coming up again this one attacked more cautiously retracting its hand before being fully outstretched. So Yerick was kind enough to use his Hitler youth knife straight into the Ghouls hand he stupidly head butted it only to force its head back. His DV-2 knife could enter under the jaw again and with a twist the head the head popped off into his hand...he turned seeing how the women was handling things after all she had a gun unlike him and was doing well he dropped the skull treading on it as it gave a healthy crack under his boots. “I smell more further in.”

Jayden had fought many creatures over her short life, ghouls not being one of them. But, she was a quick learner and realized quickly that in order to kill these creatures, she would have to sever the head. Her bowie knife in her right hand, blood dripping from her left hand from the puncture wounds from the ghoul who had snuck up behind her and dug his bony fingers into the fleshy part of her shoulder. She could lift her left arm but it was extremely painful to do so. Unfortunately, the blood dripping was driving the remaining ghouls into a frenzy.

She followed Yerick further into the older part of the cemetery, seeing more ghouls making their way to them. She took a defensive stance as the first two approached her. She waited patiently, keeping her left arm up the best she could as a block if needed. Arms outstretched the closer they got to her, the ghouls dead eyes focused on her bloody shoulder. Spinning, she was able to get behind the two slow moving creatures, severing the head of one just as the other turned faster than normal, his bony arm connecting with her chest, knocking her backwards a few feet. "Shite!!! That hurts!!", she mumbled as she got back to her feet quickly, facing off the ghoul only to see three more out of the corner of her right eye, heading for her. Kicking out with karate blow to the ghoul, she grimaced hearing and feeling the crunch of bones beneath her booted foot. Again, she spun, getting herself behind the creature and severing it's head just in time to engage the three coming at her from the right.

“A nu-ka!” Yelling at the top of his voice as he ran forward leaving Jayden to three ghouls after all he had seen 6 more over the low wall and he noticed some movement a witness never good. His boot slammed down on the old wall pushing himself off launching into the air bricks falling off it from his sudden thrust gaining enough air he brought his heel down in an axe kick straight into the top of the skull. He ignored Strom not even recognizing the German too busy enjoying the result of his kick as the skull was torn off its spine and was stuck to his foot continuing its arc as it was crushed as it slammed the Earth. Yerick’s knife hand licked across a shoulder joint of a ghoul its arm coming off easily as he separated the attacking tendons. Though he rather desperately shoved his other hand out to the right luckily smashing under the ghouls chin and with a sudden yank his muscles strained as he tried yank the whole spine out a sickening crack but the skull didn’t budge. He decided to turn to bring his knife hand round from its slice using his forearm he smashed it on the forehead of the Ghoul knocking its head off backwards as the spine had been cracked.

Smiling as he went to turn to the next one when he suddenly noticed an increasing pain in his stomach...The ghoul he had decided to handle with his bare hands had taken its opportunity to shove its almost clawed skeletal hand into his stomach he stared at it before slicing it off at the wrist leaving it in place as he worried for a second how deep it was but now was not the time they weren’t out of the dirt yet. He took a step back from the Ghouls daring a glance backwards to see....Strom. “YOU?!?!” Then he turned back as he heard the creak of a charging ghoul using his DV-2 knife to block the claw slicing between its fingers beginning to travel up its arm but the ghoul pulled back quickly enough...Yerick was still smiling even with the pain in his stomach slowly dawning truly on him. “Welcome to the party!”

Jayden spun around, her large bowie knife severing the head of another ghoul. She'd figured quickly that in order to take these creatures out you had to either severe their head or their spinal cord at the neck. The only problem was that she didn't have a sword, only a bowie knife with an eight inch blade. She saw Yerick running towards the low wall and wondered what he was doing, but she didn't have time to wonder long as four more ghouls came at her. Her shoulder was burning from the bony fingers of the one who had dug them into it and it was becoming harder to to lift her left arm, but she did the best she could, kicking out with her feet, trying to knock them off balance, preferable into each other so that they would tangle and she could take their heads. Attempting it and doing it though, were two different things. It worked with two of them and she took them out quickly enough, but the other two were a little harder having more distance in between them.