Now, how did I end up here?
Mar 9, 2009 11:55:57 GMT -5
Post by Yager on Mar 9, 2009 11:55:57 GMT -5
It had been a long day for Yager.
Everything had started just fine. He'd wanted an early start on work today, so he'd figured he would need to find someplace dark. Vampires, after all, weren't very prone to walking around in the daylight. It killing them and all that.
Thus, the great vampire slayer had hatched a cunning plan... he'd go check out the sewers! God knew Paris had plenty of those.
And it had worked! After meeting some rather strange and not very talkative creatures (among which were a giant rat and alligator... and some very odd turtles) the hunter had found his first vampire!
And then the bloody thing went and ran off!
How's that for bad manners? Not a word, not even a hiss, it had just started running! Yager had chased the thing, obviously... but somewhere along the way the vampire had clearly cheated again by disappearing.
So not only bad manners, bad sportsmanship too... despicable creatures.
To make things worse, Yager knew exactly where he was. Where all the other things had gone, now that was another matter.
After what felt like several really rather grimy and slimy hours, he finally saw a light and half-walked, half-slid and half-waded towards it. This was a combination of actions only possible in the Parisian sewage system.
He'd lost some of his gear on the way, but didn't hesitate when he noticed the faint light was coming from what appeared to be a badly constructed wall. A few heaves and shoves later, the vampire hunter found himself in a narrow and -what else?- rather filthy shaft.
Being the unstoppable force that he was, Yager wouldn't let that deter him. He crawled through the shaft, sliding back on various occasions, but eventually smashing through what appeared to be a very old hatch and dragging himself into the room beyond.
Thoroughly out of breath by now, the hunter stumbled through the room. It was, by his now rather fallen standards, really quite clean and he was grateful to sit down on the nearest flat surface.
Everything had started just fine. He'd wanted an early start on work today, so he'd figured he would need to find someplace dark. Vampires, after all, weren't very prone to walking around in the daylight. It killing them and all that.
Thus, the great vampire slayer had hatched a cunning plan... he'd go check out the sewers! God knew Paris had plenty of those.
And it had worked! After meeting some rather strange and not very talkative creatures (among which were a giant rat and alligator... and some very odd turtles) the hunter had found his first vampire!
And then the bloody thing went and ran off!
How's that for bad manners? Not a word, not even a hiss, it had just started running! Yager had chased the thing, obviously... but somewhere along the way the vampire had clearly cheated again by disappearing.
So not only bad manners, bad sportsmanship too... despicable creatures.
To make things worse, Yager knew exactly where he was. Where all the other things had gone, now that was another matter.
After what felt like several really rather grimy and slimy hours, he finally saw a light and half-walked, half-slid and half-waded towards it. This was a combination of actions only possible in the Parisian sewage system.
He'd lost some of his gear on the way, but didn't hesitate when he noticed the faint light was coming from what appeared to be a badly constructed wall. A few heaves and shoves later, the vampire hunter found himself in a narrow and -what else?- rather filthy shaft.
Being the unstoppable force that he was, Yager wouldn't let that deter him. He crawled through the shaft, sliding back on various occasions, but eventually smashing through what appeared to be a very old hatch and dragging himself into the room beyond.
Thoroughly out of breath by now, the hunter stumbled through the room. It was, by his now rather fallen standards, really quite clean and he was grateful to sit down on the nearest flat surface.