PART ONE: Make Pact with the Night, and let the Hunt Begin.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand, Time!"

Your eyelids flew open, everything rushed in and You cried out in panic.
Another much higher-pitched voice joined You in screaming, the paired voices harmonizing before You slowly lowered Your tone and looked at him with a little confusion.

Okay, a lot of fucking confusion. There were six of them, three men and three women.

"What are you screaming for?" asked a woman dressed completely in brown, her long wavy blonde hair half-covering her round face. The man who answered was medium height, the same as her, possessing the same happy round face and the same dark grey eyes. His Brownish-Blonde hair was shaved on the sides and tied back behind his head "Oh... You know ummm, a bit of emphatic therapy?"

The Blonde girl, who you had decided was almost identical to the man she was shooting non-plussed glances at, raised one of her dark brows "You're such an Idiot"

"Yeah well, Your hair is stupid!" He threw back at her, scowling at her childishly.

Another older man who had a strong face, Cropped Iron grey hair and Green eyes cut them off, rubbing his soul patch with irritation "Enough. Time?"

"Uh..." The Blonde guy reached into his denim jacket and pulled out what looked like an engraved silver stopwatch, checking it carefully "About Ten minutes if I'm right and I'm always right."

A tall woman on the left flicked her ear-length black hair behind her ear, scoffing loudly "Cocky Prick."

"Ladies, Gentlemen, please. We have a guest." Spoke the man at the centre, hushing them all.

The woman on the far side of the room had not said a word, just standing there cloaked in the shadows where Your unsteady vision couldn't reach.

The central man was a lot older than the others, He shuffled over, looking at You inquisitively before smiling "I'm sure You are curious as to why You are chained to a wall?"
You looked down at Your shackles, two on Your wrists and ankles, a large harness on Your abdomen,

"I... yes, could You unchain me, please?" Okay, definitely not the Police.

The Older man sighed "I wish to be honest with You Mr. Drake and the truth is that if I were to unchain You then You might kill us all - so.... no I cannot."

...Huh?

He pulled out of his pocket, a silver comb and ran it gently through his silver-grey hair, finely cut and slicked back, afterwards - slipping it back into his suit jacket.
It was a nice suit too, a three-piece with a blazer coal black splashed with bloody scarlet, a waistcoat of deep maroon and a shiny onyx tie, neat trousers and snappy brogued shoes also caught Your eye. He had a sharp air, a tailor-made aura exuded by the wealthy of old Britain. Narrow and noble, he curled down into a respectful bow.

"My name is Corvus, and I am here to give You a choice, a very important choice." Unsure of just how to respond to that, You decided to listen instead.

"Now then, I have been informed that You were bitten there on Your wrist yesterday evening, is this correct?" He had this cadence to him, a warm air, but one little detail made You hesitate to answer.

They were Vampires, all of them. Icy pale with white teeth, intense vibe, You couldn't miss it, not anymore "I am also aware that Valerica killed Your father." Your lips tightened, "...Something that she will pay for profusely, but only if You comply with us, can You do that?"

"I think I was bitten, the memories... I lost them." You eventually muttered.

Corvus nodded "And The Woman, Valerica, she offered You blood?"

You agreed quietly, feeling a little ashamed for doing such a thing, Your Dad was dead, Diana might already be dead, though You hoped on everything that You had that she was safe.

"This could be bad, really bad." Spoke the blonde Girl
"No shit Sherlock." spoke the Blonde Guy the Denim Jacket.

The Old man, Corvus, turned gazing at the figure in the corner, You could see nothing but her silhouette nodding slowly as a pair of red eyes looked back at You.

"Do You know what he's offering You?" spoke the woman with the Short black hair, You looked at her closely, it being difficult to properly see without Your glasses, but You could see that she was very beautiful.

"I... think so? You want to kill me?"

"That's the gist of it." Said the energetic blonde guy in the denim jacket.

Something felt so twisted about all of this, but then again it wasn't as if some part of you didn't know this would happen "So that's my choice, die now or become like You?"

"You have five minutes before her blood reaches Your heart, I suggest that You make the decision swiftly" spoke Corvus, his face a little more serious now, pressing.

A tear fell down Your cheek, Your eyes burning as rage, swelling within you was this cold, hard spite which devoured any sense of self. Charlie Drake was bound for ****... and the thing that would crawl from his grave would be the instrument of his ****.

Valerica, You would tear out her ribcage with your bare hands if you had to.

Looking up at them with seething wrath in Your eyes, "She said to me just before the end 'Nothing irritates me more than questions, with obvious answers' I'm going to kill her and I can't do that if I'm limp in a six-foot under pine box."

All of them seemed intrigued save for the Woman in the corner, she merely stirred quietly, her glowing eyes still staring at You.
"Are You sure, if You take this path then there is no way back," Corvus spoke these words with weight, this didn't fly by You.

For once in Your life, its purpose was clear.
Nothing about this made sense except for that, only that, Valerica was going to die and You were going to kill her. "I'm sure."

"Two minutes." spoke the flamboyant man, looking again at his stopwatch. Corvus nodded and then bowed very deeply at You once again, a little old fashioned but okay?

"Very well, hopefully, that stubbornness will get through what comes next. Huginn, prepare him for the Breaking."

The Breaking? The Breaking!?
**** sounded bad but the Breaking!?

And within the blink of an eye, they were gone, The old man, the tall quiet man, the Blonde girl next door, the Short-haired girl and the Mystery woman... the talkative man however, was standing in front of You with a smile on his face,

"Right, Down to business then mate." This man and his Blonde clone (who You guess was his Sister, since the two looked very alike despite the gender difference) sounded a little odd, Australian maybe.

He approached slowly, raising his hands "Now if You get the urge to suddenly **** me, give me a head's up alright?"

You nodded "O-Okay?"
He grinned again moving off to the side, where You saw a bunch of weird metal things on the ground "A-Are You from Australia?" You asked, trying and failing not to make an awkward conversation.

He slowly arose from the pile, turning to You with a cartoonish scowl "For fuck's sake, what do You think!?" The sudden offence caught You off guard

"Ur I don't know, I-I-"

"Do I look like fucking Crocodile Dundee to You, fucking Steve Erwin maybe!?" He cried. He was mad sure but it was annoyed mad, You didn't want a vampire angry with You while You were chained to a wall.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" You were cut off by his sniggering, a chuckle that turned into a high-pitched laugh as he picked up one of the heavy-looking Metal pieces.

"I'm fucking with ya mate, You should see Your face... Nah, I'm a Kiwi, New Zealand."

"Right, sorry?" You muttered.

He shrugged "Common mistake, not a problem."

He with great speed and amazing talent, took the two bigger plates, attaching them to each arm as You knelt for him, the two plates locking Your arms and legs down, "What are these things exactly?" You asked as he locked the two together.

"One plate locks the arms together, the other puts pressure in the legs so that if You try and move; the plates constrict, make sense?" it sure as hell did, You couldn't move for shit.

He picked up the last piece, a wide metal piece that looked like a satellite dish "Now this is gonna be heavy so You might want to lay Your head down there."

You did as You were told, but as You lay Your head and he began to fasten the metal dish around Your neck, it became apparent that this was something akin to a giant cone, the kind that You put on a dog when you want to keep him away from the fresh stitches of surgically removed testicles.

As he finished up, You lay there, unable to move.
Your head was locked down on account of the massive weight on it and the Blonde Man grinned at You reassuringly before pulling out his fancy stopwatch again "Right then mate, one hundred and twenty-five seconds, You should be feeling it in about five, four, three, two, one..."

He was right, It came, it came like a fucking bat out of hell, a goddamn tsunami, this cracking, crunching, shifting pain.

"UGH W-WHAT'S HAPPENING, AGH?" You screamed, Your bones crunching, skin crawling and blood boiling, He looked up to the ceiling and gave a thumbs-up before turning to You still smiling.

"Your turning mate, It's been a really bloody long time since I turned, but I'm gonna tell You now My Friend, the next 120 hours are gonna fucking suck!"

You could barely hear him, Your ears were bursting, it felt like someone was stabbing Your brain "I'm Huginn By the way, I'll see You on the other side... Maybe!"

Maybe!? What the hell was that supposed to mean? but before You could mutter another word, just like that, he was gone, The door closing behind him and... the lights coming on.