15-06-2010, 06:08 PM
Klytus watched the camp from the darkness of the trees. The Gypsies had been camped here for three days now and in that time theft in the local towns had gone through the roof. But that wasn't why Klytus was here. He was waiting for the Gypsies master to arrive. The camp was illuminated by the full moon and as it reached midnight a giant bat plunged out of the sky, transforming into a human form as it neared the ground. The man was tall with angular features, an almost feral look to his face and pointed ears in life he had been an elf trader of jewels and fine cloths. But for the last two decades he had been a Vampyre and now only sought pleasure and blood. The Gypsies were his thralls, bound to his will by his capture of their elder. The Vampire stood in the middle of their camp as they brought out the girls they had kidnapped from the town. The Vampire smiled and so did Klytus. He aimed his crossbow and fired. The bolt, made of pure moon silver and blessed by the priests of the benign death god struck the vampire in the eye. The eye exploded as the bolt struck it and buried itself in the creatures face. The vampire screamed in rage, clutching at the holy item that burned him. Klytus leapt from the tree and walked calmly into the gathering gypsies. With him was Magda, their elder whom Klytus had rescued but an hour before. She was weak but her iron will kept her walking. She removed her cloak so her brothers and sisters could see the marks left by the Vampires torture. Klytus Fired his crossbow again, this time at the vampire's foot. The bolt tore through the flesh and buried itself into the ground. The vampire screamed as the blessing of the priest burned his flesh. Try as he did however, he could not free himself, the bolt holding him securely to the ground. The gypsies grabbed their weapons and swarmed over him, extracting revenge for a year of pain and torment. As they did so Klytus waved at the waiting guards who freed the girls and took them back to the Town. After a few minutes the vampire stopped struggling and was destroyed. Magda turned to Klytus to thank him for her rescue but he was gone. So were the bags of jewels and coins the Gypsies had been stealing. Magda smiled to herself. She hadn't expected any different.