Pay with Blood (May be R)

It is a rare moment when a man gets a choice of how he wants to die. Behind, fifteen of the greatest killers among the vampyres ranks. Ahead, a straight vertical drop into the rapids. An interesting choice, sharp rocks or sharp fangs. A young warrior stood on the edge of the cliff, if he jumps, he dies, if he fights, he knows that he will lose. He looked down at the item that got him into this situation. Placed squarely in the palm of his hand was a dark metal circle. Intricate designs crafted into it, beautiful, rare, and powerful. It was the Midnight Medallion. In the wrong hands it was an artifact of great power. He had gone through much to get wrestle it from the grasp of the vampyers that now hunt him. Luckily he snatched it up before the ritual was complete. Unknown horrors would be beset upon the earth. Nobody knew what the artifact really did, but it definately radiated a dark, fearsome energy.

He couldn't win... but we wasn't going down without a fight. He placed the medallion around his neck under his shirt and leather armor. Turning around he watched, he was surrounded. His hunters smiled, he was cornered. However they were still cautions, a dog backed into a corner can do some surprising things. He drew his sword, old yet legendary. An emerald set into the hilt, one of the few that could slay the creatures of the night. Not a holy weapon, just that of immense power. "I see your queen sent her royal guard. She must be worried." The young man said bravely. He stared death in the eyes, yet kept an unwavering will. His hunters just stared back at him. A grim smile set upon his jaw. "Come then... you have found your prey... but I wont give up easily." he said charging forward. All caution to the wind. He knew that his fight was for naught but he would not just give up. He felt their blades, their claws, their weapons. His leather armor torn, blood dripping from his many wounds. Still he fought, cleaving through one after the other... however, it was not long before he fell.

On the ground, he looked up. Coming into his vision field was the remaining vampyres surrounding him. Ten of them remained, all smiling down at him. Before darkness overtook his vision he wondered... why did they not finish him?

The remaining vampyres lifted the young man's body, muscular, but lean. His captors started to talk amongst themselves. "Why didn't we kill him?" asked one. "Queen said that there was an extra reward for bringing this one in alive. She wouldn't have minded if we killed him, but frankly I like to stay on her good side." said another. "I think I know why she wants him... didn't you get a good look at him? His red hair, leather armor, sword with an emerald set into the hilt..." One vampyre listed. "Oh god... this is him isn't it? Daniel O'Mara... a slayer." One said. "Yes... known for being one of the youngest, most successful hunters in the world. Quite a catch... and his blood smells sweet." Said another thinking about taking a quick bite. "Don't even think about it... he isn't for you. our queen will make this boy pay herself."

It was at this time the group approached the nest. A large castle, complete with many passages, halls, and dungeons... The belly of the beast for a human. Daniel's fate seemed sealed.

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Daniel started to become conscious, his eyes went up towards the sky, only to see only stone... he was surrounded with walls. He knew where he was... why had they not killed him? He was being held up by his arms, dragged through the halls. His vision still blurry... his body weak. He couldn't fight back. Not now. Two doors opened ahead of him and they were upon a blood red carpet. He seen a throne and many, many guards. He knew that he was in the main hall. He was thrown forward, he landed barely kneeling. He seen another... he knew her the moment he set his eyes on her. The queen. He couldn't make out the words. One more blow, his vision faded once more.

He woke, this time a small room. A door with a small, but barred window on the door, only the small illumination of a torch allowed him to see. He knew, his days were numbered.

Was he dreaming? Was there actually a voice or was it a cruel game brought about by his mind. He looked about, through his window, he seen the source... he wasn't imagining it, someone was there. But... didn't she know? "I... I tried to take something... something valuable. I don't know why they didn't kill me in the fight... or why I am locked in here..." he said. He wasn't sure how much he could trust this person. "My.... my name is Daniel." he said before sliding down the wall and sitting down. At least there was someone to talk to in this god forsaken place.

Daniel wondered what she meant. Part of him didn't want to know, part of him thought that he would never know. He wasn't one to just give up. He sighed a moment... he figured someone should know. "I... I actually was a hunter. I knew that the job had risks... but... well..." he stopped. "I thought that I would die before I became a captive. I... I was one of the most famous hunters in the area... the most successful and the youngest..." he said. "But... I'm... I'm not done yet. I'm going to escape." he said.

His spirits rose a bit with her optimism. Out in a day he laid down a bit, his injuries wouldn't heal without any rest. "A day huh, and you think you can out hunt me? I managed to defeat a good number of them before they finally got me down." he said. "I... I wouldn't mind talking a bit more... but... I'm... getting a bit tired." he said honestly.

Daniel started thinking... but she was right... they would try torture, hard labor... anything to break him. He had withstood such things. "Out hunt me... heh..." he laughed slightly. What did she mean... how many ways could she out hunt him. Still, she had a point. "I... I'll think of something."

Daniel knew of this... he had been a hunter for a long time. "I've seen... what they do." he said. "I'll... I'll get out before that happens." he said. His head grew heavy. "I know... I know that if I don't make it... my fate will be sealed." he said. "You... you actually seem to be different from the other ones that I have seen... why is that?" he asked.

Daniel smiled, such optimism. "Maybe... I could help." he said "I mean... if both of us are planning on escape... together..." he said. "We could cover each other." he said. "If I just had my sword..." he said. "What... what... what exactly are they going to do to me?" he asked. He almost hated to ask.

He thought of what would happen, how she described it. But... the sword. "I can't just have any sword... I need my sword... it was handed down through my bloodline... trust me, with that particular sword in my hands, our task will become much easier." he said. "Still... they think I will just sit down and take it..." he said. "They think I won't fight back." he said once more. "The worst they can do is kill me. I am no longer afraid of death... nothing like that phases me anymore." he said.

Daniel laid down once more. He knew she was right, but he didn't want to give in. "I need that weapon back. It... no... sorry... I don't trust you well enough yet for my full story..." he said. He was rather blunt, but he didn't want just anyone to know everything about him. "Death in the form of a beast... it sounds... awful.

"It's not that." he said. "I don't really trust a lot of people, full humans included... hell, most of them will betray you quicker than you can blink." he said. "What... what is it like, exactly to be a beast... your mind... how does it work?" he asked.