March 12, 2000
I have finally reached the U.S. and have settled in a city called Key West in Florida. It is truly more like a small island. It took me a few hours but I have tracked the demon here. I can imagine why she came here. It is beautiful. The weather is extremely bearable and the culture is colorful and diverse.
I can also guess the other reason the hell spawn is here. Apparently I have stumbled upon a vacation week for students called "Spring Break". The young students are everywhere, living life; blissfully unaware of the darkness that hunts them. In their enthusiasm to have a pleasurable experience they are easy pickings for her unholy hunger. The poor fools.
Why? Why?! Why does the good Lord allow such pure EVIL to walk the earth? Is there not enough wickedness in it already? Ah, it is a question I have asked often, yet I know the answer already. Such is the reason why my family has taken upon themselves the burden of destroying these hell spawn parasites, to rid this world of NOSFERATU!
Through the ages there has always been a Van Helsing that has taken upon themselves the arduous task of hunting and banishing the evil known, commonly, as "vampires". From the day I was born I have been groomed for this role. Constant drilling in tactics and fighting techniques, as well as my own keen intellect, has allowed me to be the oldest surviving hunter still active. Even though I am 65 years old, I have the strength and reflexes of a man half my age. The appearance of a doddering old fool causes the demons to underestimate me every time. They have all paid for that mistake with their unholy lives! All, except for Nina, that foul whore of the DEVIL!!
I must control myself; my rage. The other patrons of the bar are beginning to stare. The bartender watches me to make sure I'm alright. It is getting harder to suppress it as each year passes. Yet I can't help myself! My failure in Paris still burns in my shameful heart.
It was only last night that I was in Paris stalking Nina. I had finally caught up with her, and saw her slip into a club. The club was hosting a party called a "rave". It was one of those types of parties in which children enjoy the risk of incurring brain damage, among other lethal side effects, by abusing drugs. Idiots. Raves are Nina's favorite hunting grounds. I was able to pursue her into the club, unnoticed by the doorman, (such is the advantage of a life hunting prey in shadows and being short) and watched her.
She was beautiful: she moved like a jungle cat, her black leather clothes a second skin, black hair shimmered in the multicolored lights, fair skin, and her lips were the color of rubies dipped in blood, they were so, so red. When she danced it was as if she didn't have a care in the world. She was so beautiful. How could anyone suspect that the beauty was an illusion? Beneath the fair exterior dwelled a demon that had destroyed countless lives, not to mention whole towns and cities. Watching her from the plentiful shadows of the club, I was nearly spellbound. That is, until I saw her approach a young man at the bar. I watched her seduce him. Within a couple of heartbeats he was fully enamored with her. Then something unexpected happened.
I couldn't control myself. Suddenly I was engulfed in rage! Whether from watching the demoness ensnare her prey with horrific ease, or from the need to protect my fellow man from certain doom, a rushed to stop her.
As soon as I stepped from the shadows, she saw me. She did not seem surprised. Knowing I could not confront her in front of the crowd without them drawing the wrong conclusions, I focused on the young man.
"You fool!" I cried. "Do you not realize she is a demon in disguise? She is a succubus; a whore of SATAN!" I heard my voice crack at the end. I was so enraged I could not stop trembling. Even as I began speaking I knew the young man must have assumed I was mad. He was right. My fury had slipped its careful leash and was running amok.
"Hey! Go easy, old man." Nina said. Her dark eyes danced in amusement as she turned to the young man, " Pay no attention to him, he's my over protective father. Let's dance." She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to the dance floor. The young man eagerly followed her.
I stood in shock, my mouth gaping open and shut like a fish. Her "father"?! The audacity! All I could manage was a weak cry, " She'll suck your blood! You'll die!"
It was only a few moments until the bouncers found out who was causing the disturbance, and threw me out. Luckily, they weren't too rough due to my apparent age. As I left the club, I quickly circled around to the back alley. Nestling myself behind a dumpster and some boxes, I waited for Nina to show up. I wagered that my appearance would prompt her to eat quickly. No sooner did I hide, than Nina came outside with the young man still following. As she led him to a dark corner, she murmured sweet nothings in his ear. Quickly they began pawing at each other. When I saw her lips begin to trail down his neck, I made my move. Knowing that the demoness possessed great strength, I chose to tackle the young man away. He went down hitting his head on a steel drum and seemed to be unconscious. I sprang back up and whirled around in a fighting stance with a wooden stake as my weapon.
"Now demon, we shall continue our discussion." I said.
She smirked. "Oh, Vincent. You're such a party pooper! Can't I have a bite first?"
I knew she was just baiting me, trying to get me to do something foolish. She succeeded. Once more I became enraged. She was so cocky and sure of herself! The way she belittled the act of taking human life, as if it were no consequence, infuriated me.
"Demon!" I howled. I quickly lunged at her, but she was ready for me. At the last moment she slipped past and grabbed my left arm, which held the stake. Her fingers felt like steel cables squeezing. Using her strength and my momentum she spun me around and wrenched my arm behind my back. Now we were facing each other with my weapon pinned behind my back.
Her face was so close to mine, it was almost intimate. As she stared into my eyes, she began to pout and said," I'm growing tired of this dance, old man." She pulled my arm up another couple of inches causing my shoulder joint to protest. My vision began to become clouded with spots as the pain increased. Softly she touched my cheek and let it trail down to my neck. As her face came closer, I used the only weapon left to me. I snapped my head back and gave her a quick head-butt, leaving her stunned, just enough to free myself from her grip. I slipped from her arms and returned to my defensive position.
She shook her head to clear it and softly touched her nose. A spot of blood appeared on her fingertip. She hissed and growled low, the rumble echoing in the alley. Back and forth we made attempts at each other, neither giving an inch. Both of us collected gashes and cuts from the other. I wasn't sure how long I would last. The blood loss was making me dizzy and she was healing as I watched. Finally she made a feint, which I tried to block. It was ruse which left my side open which she took advantage of with quick swipe of her claws. The pain was too intense and I felt something warm spread across the wound. Blood was beginning to stain my shirt and I fell to the ground, waiting for her to finish me. It never came.
Instead, I heard her walk away. The click of her heels on pavement echoed in my ears. As I opened my eyes, she looked over her shoulder at me and blew a kiss and continued to walk away.
Such is my shame. After leaving the hospital, I quickly resumed the hunt, a 'dance' she called it. According to my sources, she managed to catch a flight to an island called Key West, a portion of Florida in the Americas.
So now here I am, in a bar, chronicling my path and how it has lead me here.
