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He stood up, the white covers falling off him as he walked up to his room window, the pale ray's of moonlight shining brightly through the glass. He pulled the dark blue drapes across the translucent window, causing the moonlight to fade to darkness, then paced back across his room, sitting on a small wooden chair opposite his bed. Suddenly, on instinct he jumped up off his chair and crept behind the door, as he heard a faint knock, which was just so loud that he could hear it. He opened the door to find an elderly lady with graying hair, crouching down against an oak cane that seemed to big for her, requesting his name for his payment signiture at the Inn. he sighed and relexed, letting his arm fall from his dagger sheath to his side. He took one look at the lady, brushing a few strands of hair out of his eyes, then replied in a soft but chilling voice "Vash,"
Vash looked at the lady one more time to discreetly check her for any weapons, for his enemies often came in many disguises, each as cunning as they were deadly. He quickly closed the door, not rudely but acting as if he had something to get back to, reaching down and adjusting the doorknob so he heard the faint snap of the lock. He paced back over to the window, trying to calm himself, but it proved rather futile, for one even like him even gets nervous when the you were being chased. Vash the vampire, the damned one, the deviant of darkness, was being chased, by a group of neo-slayers known only as ScaRleT 7. |
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