The Dark Gate of the Night

‘All the characters in this story are over 18 years old, some are several hundred years old, and they look like this when they transform!’

John is around 40 years old and has been doing this damn job since the church saved his life when he was 19. He's seen a few things that a normal person would probably call supernatural. Vampires, he wouldn't have believed that himself until he'd stumbled into the middle of a cursed nest with his unit and was the only one of his unit to escape alive with the help of a church unit hunting these cursed creatures. But that was ages ago.

The bar was dark, dingy and notorious for having dealings with the underworld. John leaned against the bar and took a glass of dark liquid, which he poured down his throat. He paid no attention to the chaos and the fight behind him, but watched the waitress more closely. He was furious because he wanted to prevent exactly what was happening behind him. And it was only because the church had **** him to train a slayer that he had ended up in this situation in the first place.

He turned round and saw his problem at work. The girl was young, eighteen or nineteen, athletically built, small, but, he thought, with breasts to match. Her hair was dark brown and tied back in a tight ponytail. She wore tight leather trousers that didn't restrict her movement and clung perfectly to her skin. The tight black top would make any man's mouth water. He wanted to have a look around without making a fuss, get some information, but the girl seemed to have other plans: After she had put the bouncer out of action with a few blows, the other male guests pounced on her.

He grabbed another glass and just managed to step aside as one of the attackers flew past him in a high arc, flew over the bar and lay **** on the floor. John glanced at the waitress and smiled slightly at her. ‘I'd say your service is over, you should go! ‘ The girl looked at him and carefully moved away towards the exit, always keeping an eye on the shadow of John, who seemed to be in the process of smashing up the bar, and the rest of the patrons still standing did the same.

‘satisfied, i'd say we can't get any information out of those who are still there, unless we wait in hospital for them to wake up again, is that what they learn in church training?’ John looked at the girl and was annoyed that she had made such a mess here without asking , the girl looked at him grimly .’ we are on the hunt every second counts and could banish a soul into darkness and I say it again my name is Maria , for you novitzin Maria , it was not my idea that you should train me further but from father Collin !’

"Yes, yes, I wish I hadn't gotten up that morning, that would have saved me a lot of trouble. Okay, the back door seems to lead to the back, I'll go first," John said, stepping over a man lying **** in front of the door and opening the door, Maria followed him. As they walked through the door and had just taken the first step into a dark corridor, they heard a crack, and without warning the ground gave way under them and they fell.