Chapter 3 HAYASHI CLAN☠️

There were histories of the great vampire hunters which began in Europe.

In Croatian and Slovenian legends, the villages had their own vampire hunters that were called kresniks. Their spirits were able to turn into animals at night to fight off vampires.

Most Vampire hunters were born, created and emerged to wipe out vampires often because of revenge, noble intentions, religious beliefs or necessities.

All the way down to Asia's Japanese clans which were famous for their vampire hunters, Hayashi clan was one of the few clans who survived their great battle with vampires over the years...other clans were just totally wiped out or turned.

From generations to generations, the Hayashi members passed on their legacy and main duty to wipe out the unholy creatures that were deemed their archenemy.

Hayashi hyyakimaru the greatest first generation Vampire hunter was nicknamed the 'Vampire' himself because of the thousands of vampires he defeated... even at his old age, Vampires weren't a match for him..he later passed on due to old age giving the Vampires the upper hand once again.

Not too long before his son took over and walked in his shoes, slaying vampires...he also passed on and handed over to his son....the chain continued until the present generation..

It's the twentieth century and some Vampire hunters called it quits after numerous unsuccessful hunts.

The Vampires were dominating and hard to find at the same time.

Now, they had an incredibly, intelligent sense of reasoning and blended in well with the humans, for their safety.

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

Denen chofu Senior high...

"Hayashi Denki!". A slender, perfect figured girl yelled, slamming her hand on Denki's table.

The latter rolled his eyes, sighing.

He was definitely not in the mood for her.

"Don't you dare roll your eyes at me! How dare you bully Momo - chan?! The innocent girl was crying at the bathroom!".

Ayako Takahashi, a very lousy, rude girl yelled at the top of her voice, pointing at a 'not interested' Denki.

She was very popular among her peers because she was rich, classy and beautiful.

The most beautiful girl in third year apparently.

"And what makes you think I bullied Momo?". He asked.

"Ayako -chan, I'm fine, he didn't do anything to me...you have to believe me".

The petite looking girl with chubby cheeks said, waving her hands frantically at a riled up Ayako.

"You don't have to cover him up, this scumbag needs to be taught a lesson". Ayako said and patted Momo's head gently.

Momo lowered her head timidly...

"He didn't do anything, seriously". She murmured, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

Denki sighed again...

"Apologize to her now!". Ayako ordered.

"I didn't do anything, you heard the girl". He said.

"Of course you did, you're the most untrustworthy, devilish looking scumbag here, you ought to have made her cry".

He facepalmed himself...

She was accusing him of something he didn't do all because most of the girls feared him as he gave out a strange vibe..

Most of the Juniors, male and female also feared him.

"I'm sorry Denki-kun, she got the wrong idea". Momo murmured timidly, still lowering her head.

"Eeeeiii?!"

"I told him to apologise to you and not the other way around". Ayako said with clenched fists.

"Ayako, Momo, we have a class now, go back to your seats, you both can settle your scores with Denki after the class".

Abigail Shimizu, the class monitor said.

"There's nothing to settle". Denki said grumpily.

"It's not over Hayashi!". Ayako said, pointing at him, then walked to her seat.

*

"Hey Denki!".

Denki was interrupted from his thoughts as he pushed his bike slowly on his way out of school.

He turned to see who called and someone wrapped their arm around his neck just as he turned.

"You wanna hang out later?". An overly excited Anju asked nudging him with his elbow playfully.

Anju chikamoto was his closest friend as they've been friends since elementary school.

"I've got to work yunno". Denki murmured wearily.

"Oh! That's true, you really are a strong independent young lad my friend". Anju patted his shoulder.

"Hang in there...you'll be fine". He pretended to sniff in and wiped away invisible tears.

"You're working too hard, it's killing me".

"I have to go now, I'll see you tomorrow". Denki said.

"Okay bro". He fist bumped Denki and walked back to the class, hands in pockets.

There were annoying screams from perky girls and Denki turned to the direction it came from.

Haru sato, one of his classmates was walking through the garden and the girls just couldn't stop drooling over him.

He was the typical 'ladies guy' kinda guy.. hot, blonde and intimidating.

Haru's eyes met his and he made a disgusted face to enrage him.

He only gained a smirk from the latter who ran his fingers through his blond hair.

"What's up donkey?". He asked with a slight wave.

The girls giggled at his comment, and Denki couldn't care less.

He rode his bike away.

After a quite short journey, he got to his house and put in the password to his door, then got in.

Throughout the lessons in school, his mind was focused on a particular thing.

The fact that he left a vampire at home and rushed to school and the fact she just showed up out of the blue, claimed he saved her and wanted to wed him for compensation.

Of course how could he forget the Vampire girl who stole his first kiss and almost defiled him.

Probably she was gone now and he wouldn't have to bother about her.

He thought to himself as he tossed his bag, took off his shoes and headed for his bedroom.

Marriage my foot!

He scoffed as he thought about it and opened his bedroom door.

He froze at the spot when he sighted the being on his bed.

She was lying half naked on his bed, sleeping soundly.

"You've got to be kidding me!". He facepalmed himself for the second time that day..

"What is she still doing here?!".

He looked away quickly from the ungodly, tempting sight.

Vampires...

He thought..

His family had a thing against them and his father in particular hunted them.

His mother was killed by vampires and his father kept on blaming himself for her death.

He was a well known Vampire hunter and the incident that took the life of his wife didn't settle well with him.

His current location wasn't known by anyone.

He totally left his son to fend for himself and started an unending journey.

Vampires killed his mother, why would he save a vampire?!

She must've mistaken him for someone else..

It was his chance to get rid of one..

Denki clenched his fist tightly beside him.

Vampires tore his family apart.

His deadly gaze lingered on the girl on his bed and he walked out of the room heading for his secret room.

It was like a basement where he stored some kind of equipments he didn't need.

There was a drawer in the basement and he opened it.

The drawer belonged to his father.

He didn't think he was going to touch the drawer again coz it reminded him of his father.

He pulled it open and exhaled sharply as he stared at the weapons in the drawer.

Firearms, crucifixes and wooden stakes.

When he was younger, his dad taught him how to use the weapons as a hunter and he didn't really put much interest then.

He picked up a firearm, fondled the silver ammunition and dropped it.

He was still clumsy with firearms.

His eyes diverted to the crossbow at the extreme of the room and he shook his head.

Can't handle that either....urghh!

He picked up the wooden stake and blew the dust from it.

Blunt.

He began to sharpen the stake like his life depended on it.

After a work well done, he hid it behind him and went to his room.

She was still fast asleep on his bed, her chest rising and falling as she breathed calmly.

He approached the bed, slowly, eyes locked on his prey as he wanted to strike.

"No! Mom! Please!". She cried out from her sleep and whimpered.

He stopped in his tracks and watched.

"Stop!". She shrieked and writhed, clutching the bedsheet tight.

He moved closer, raising the stake up as he targeted her heart.

A tear escape the corner of her eye and he lowered his hand.

A feeling of sympathy engulfed him.

Soon, he watched as her face gradually release itself from scrunching up and she slept peacefully.

She looked innocent and harmless while she slept.

The kiss from the previous night replayed in his mind and he totally dropped the stake to the floor as his body weakened.

She stirred in her sleep due to the noise.

Then, she rolled over to her stomach and mumbled some unrecognizable words.

He picked up the stake and left for the basement.

🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛