Red hair flowing behind her in a ponytail, chocolate brown eyes scoured the area in which she was in, searching. Searching for any sign of an undead monster having come this way. Having passed the yellow rose bush a little ways back (she much preferred orchids by the way), Rhianne put one foot in front of the other, when looking down she noticed something odd. There on the grass by her feet, was what looked like a small brooch. She picked it up and examined it carefully. It was made from a soft white material but not so soft that it would crumble in one's hands. It was carved into the shape of a heart, a red jewel in the center of it.
Rhianne furrowed her brows as she studied the object, wondering what it was doing there. Someone must have dropped it. Turning it over, she glanced at the back. The initials R.Z. were carved into the back, and underneath that a short message was scribbled. "To my dearest Rosa. May our love be eternal. Your sweetheart, Benigald." Rhianne pocketed the brooch and continued on. Perhaps later she would find out who it belonged to.
Something caught her eye then, a wisp of cloth turning around a corner then. Glancing that direction, the vampire slayer headed that way and soon came upon a man crouched on his hands and knees upon the ground, as though he were looking for something. "Where's the precious?!" he hissed in a snake-like voice. "It must be here! It must!" Then the man looked up, red eyes aglow as he stared at Rhianne, face twisted in a snarl as his fangs showed clearly, rage and madness in equal measures on his pale white features.
Vampire. Rhianne was already in motion, sword unsheathed and racing towards the creature even as he abandoned his search and rushed towards her, snarling like an animal ready for blood. He made to rush her straight on, but Rhianne merely kicked his legs out from under him and swung her sword in a glowing yellow-white arc of holy power towards his undead black heart.
It was over before you could say 'done'. The vampire screeched in agony as the sword pierced its heart and abruptly disintegrated before her eyes, withering away like a plant in fast motion. Something on the ground nearby caught her eye again, and after sheathing her sword, she went over there to take a look, bending down to see what it was. A book. No, it was actually a journal or diary. She flipped through the yellowed pages coming to the last entry which was apparently written yesterday night.
I know it's here, it has to be! Blast it all! Curse my luck! I will find that brooch if its the last thing I do, I swear it! There was more written there, but Rhianne couldn't make heads or tails of it as the words themselves were written haphazardly, as though someone had lost their temper. Or likely their sanity, really. Ramblings of a madman filled the rest of the page before ending abruptly, as though he had forgotten what he was doing, writing in this book his thoughts. It had to have belonged to the vampire she just slayed. Remembering the brooch in her pocket, she flipped to an earlier entry and continued reading.
My beloved Rosa. Oh my beloved lady of the stars. Rhianne had to stop here and literally roll her eyes before she could continue. How thee is more fair than all the beauty in the world. I shall confess my love to her, and then make her a vampire just like myself. I cannot live without her. The eternity I should bear without her is just plain unthinkable. She will be mine and we will live a happy undead existence together, feasting on the various meals that inhabit the world. It will be a glorious time for both of us! Yes, I can see it now. My dear Rosa...
Rhianne felt like she wanted to gag at this, and dropped the book as though it burned her. However, she quickly picked it up again and flipped to a different page. This one gave some details on their life or rather, their unlife together, as her transformation had apparently been carried out. They had lived for many a decade together before his beloved was slayed by 'those cursed Warriors of the Sun guild'. He went on to call them murderers and life thieves. Rhianne snorted at this and grew angry. You are certainly one to talk. she thought darkly at the journal.
As the years went on, the writer who penned these words began to fall into madness, apparently not able to live without 'his beloved Rosa.' Scribblings of 'my precious' were written throughout and at times Rhianne had trouble distinguishing whether he was talking about her or the brooch of hers she once owned that he constantly referenced throughout. The vampire slayer decided it didn't matter. The words got more and more frenzied and finally Rhianne decided that was enough. She also held onto the book, putting it into her bag although she had no idea why she did this. Perhaps it could give a clue to the whereabouts of other vampires, as unlikely as that seemed to be.
The red-haired vampire hunter continued on. There was still another vampire spotted around these parts and she would find him or her before the night was through. It was already dark outside, no surprise since she had just slain a vampire. She began to head back the way she had come, back to the yellow rose bush to see if her luck would improve even more. After all, it was always nice to rid the world of these vermin... And so with that, her footsteps hurried as she came closer and closer to the flowering bush.
