Chapter 287 - The Vampire's Servant

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[Crazy Derrick]

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I sat in the bar the hunters frequented. They would come in around ten most nights. I nursed a beer in a quiet corner.

They came in right on time. There had to have been about ten or eleven of them. They went to the other side of the bar and pushed some tables together before ordering some beers and a couple bottles of whiskey.

Reaching in my bag, I pulled out my collection of silver rings. I’d taken them off hunters we’d killed. I found one that fit my finger and slipped it on. It burned so good.

Making my way over, I figured on my plan of action. I walked up to the waitress and ordered another round of beers for the table. They looked up at me.

“We haven’t finished our first one, buddy.” A big guy smirked as he stood.

He was the biggest one there, not as big as me. They looked me over and I could tell a few had already gotten me pegged as a werewolf. I looked like one.

I was a first gen rogue born, like our queen. Unlike her, I took after my pack born parents and was bigger and bulkier than most rogues. My dark skin made me stand out more in the white bread town.

“No reason not to have another. I haven’t seen a hunting party this big since the Bloody Claw attack.” I chuckled.

“Bloody Claw, back in 2010? You’re not old enough to have been in that hunt.” The guy said.

“You know what they say. Black don’t crack, man. It was one of my first hunts.” I grinned. “I’m Derrick. Everyone just calls me.” I unbuttoned my shirt and bared my chest. “Crazy Derrick.”

My tattoo shown out from my dark skin. It was the perk of using silver laced ink. I flexed my muscles and winked at one of the female hunters.

“Is that silver ink?” One of the guys asked.

“Yeah. One of those wolfy bastards bites me and he’s gonna get an immediate punishment for ruining my ink. Check this out.” I told him and whipped my shirt off, turning so they could see my body count.

It was a bit of a mural and I was proud as hell of it. I added to it pretty regularly.

“The fangs are vampires. The claws are bears. The wolf skulls are self-explanatory.” I said proudly.

“What are the bullets?” The big guy asked.

“Brothers lost in battle against the beasts. Each of those is for a hunter.” I replied solemnly.

“Lost a lot of men.” One of the others piped up.

I put my shirt back on and turned back to them while buttoning it up. I wanted to give them a little anticipation builder.

“Lost a lot of boys and girls who couldn’t follow a plan, or got too caught up in the fight to watch their backs. I mostly fight alone now, because of it. Unless I get wind of something particularly fun.”

“I’m Luke. Have a seat, Crazy Derrick. You on the job?” Big boy asked.

I grabbed a chair from the table next to us and sat with them. Luke poured me a shot and pulled out a bottle with a dropper. He wasn’t even gonna hide that he was testing me. Dumb ass cracker.

He put two drops of colloidal silver into the shot glass and set it in front of me. I raised an eyebrow at him. With how much silver I had on and in me, I couldn’t believe he was still going to test me.

With a smirk, I downed the shot. “You know the brand of colloidal you’re using actually has a little scent.” I reached in my bag and pulled out a bottle. “This shit is way better. Wolfy bastards never even see it coming. And, yeah, I’m on the job. Just got off from info gathering. What about you?”

Luke took the bottle and opened it. He sniffed, then opened his bottle and sniffed. His nose scrunched a little. He closed my bottle and tried to hand it back, but I put my hand up.

“Keep it, brother. You need all the help you can get in this world.” I said.

“Yeah. We’re putting together something big. What’re you after?”

“A Master vampire is shacking up with a witch in the area. I’m here to kill them.” I grinned.

“We’re after a Master who’s shacking up with a witch too. Only ours has werewolves on staff.” He intimated.

“Not my bloodsucker, then. Mine doesn’t use servants. I’m hunting Death.” I smiled smugly.

“The Death? The ancient vampire?” One of the other guys asked, leaning in.

Some of the women looked even more interested in me than before. Too bad they were hunters. Some looked like prime pieces of ass. I might bag one or two before we take them out, though.

I winked at the hottest female. “Yup. Which one you after?”

“His name is Nightshade. He’s the Master of the territory. Then, we’re going to go after the pack here and all the other vampires and witches. We’re cleansing the town.” She told me, nibbling her lip and giving me bedroom eyes.

“You’re hunting a vampire called the Hunter. I’ve heard of him. He tracked one of his children down, found the guy, killed him and all his friends. Pretty apt that you’re going after the vampire that did our job for us.” I chuckled.

“You’ve heard of him?” Luke asked.

“Man, you don’t live in this job unless you do all your research. I know all the supes here we need to look out for.”

“You want to help us with our hunts and we’ll help you with yours?” Flirty hunter girl asked.

“Can you all follow plans? Hunting Death means following directions to a T. He’s not called Death for no reason. And his witch is a dark witch. That makes this doubly deadly. I’m not taking responsibility for people I can’t count on.” I scoffed.

“We’ve got even more than this. Forty in total, once everyone gets here. All ages, all abilities. The prestige of killing Death would get you all of the best from the group. You could take your pick of companions.” Luke said.

“Sure. I’ll help you. Let’s get another round of shots to celebrate.” I grinned.

Luke filled everyone’s glasses. I raised mine up, getting the attention of the whole group.

“To the hunt!” I announced.

“The hunt!” They chorused and we downed our shots.

I crooked my finger at the hunter girl and she strutted around the table and settled her sweet little ass in my lap. I wrapped an arm around her waist, flashing my silver ring to the table. From there, I went about getting more information about the hunters, their mission, and what they knew.