Kirkland Chapter One: Vampire Hunter

Chapter One: Vampire Hunter

In the village of Cheddar, policemen are working frantically. They placed a hidden camera near the village churchyard and were shocked of what they had just seen on their laptops. Villagers who had gone missing and some men with police uniforms were caught on tape, looking and acting like mindless zombies. In the center of the group stood a man in a priest uniform, laughing loudly. One could easily see the hint of madness in his eyes. He, unlike the others, was not a zombie, yet he seemed to have some kind of control over the others.
In a small house in the village, the chief inspector and the chairman are discussing the case of missing people. Other agents are still trying to find information about the case.
"How many?"
"About 20 villagers, sir."
"Dammit, we're getting nowhere. I'm beginning to lose hope."
Just as the two men finish discussing, two other men appear in the house. The first one is a blond, green-eyed man, dressed in a brown suit and red tie. He isn't very tall and appears to be in his mid 20's.
The second is a blond man, about the same height and age as the previous one.  His eyes are blue, with a hint of violet in them.
"What is the meaning of this intrusion? Who are you?" asked the chairman.
"I am Arthur Kirkland, head of the Kirkland organization."  
"The Kirkland organization? I thought those were just rumors."
"Well as you can see, they're not." replies the Englishman. "Are you in charge of this investigation?" he asks the chief inspector.
"Yes, although I'm afraid I have never heard of your organization." replied the chief inspector.  "Anyways, what brings you here? If you're interested in the investigation, I can assure you that my men are handling it quiet well." Arthur sighs and shakes his head. In these circumstances, the police could be very troublesome.
"May I see the video?" asked Arthur with a polite tone.  
The chief inspector hesitantly turns the laptop around. Arthur leans forward and presses the 'ENTER' key, and a video of some zombie-like creatures in the middle of the churchyard plays on the screen – many of them are clad in police uniforms. The blond haired Englishman is neither shocked nor scared by this. "Just as I expected…" he says.

"Well then, would you kindly explain this to us?" said the chief inspector.

"They are ghouls, and by the looks of it, the village is brimming with them." replied Arthur, calm as ever.

"Ghouls? I'm afraid I don't follow." replies the chief inspector.

"Ghouls are the result of a vampire attacking a deflowered victim; they are nothing but mindless slaves."

The chairman stands up outraged. "Vampire?!"

"Correct."

"Do you really expect me to believe that this is all because of some occult rubbish?! You must take me for a fool!"

"I'm telling you the truth, but it really doesn't matter if you believe me or not. Your services are not required." Arthur shrugs off the comment.

"How dare you?! Do you know who I am?! I am the chairman of the parish council!"

"You are simply a low-level official. My agency, on the other hand, has been fighting these monsters since the 1800s, so I think I have both the authority and the knowledge to say that you have a ghoul infestation, and thus, a resident vampire. No matter how many of your men you send in, all you're doing is offering them as a meal."

Arthur fished a pack of cigarillos from his coat pocket.

"If that's true, how do you intend to deal with these 'ghouls' as you call them?" asked the chief inspector.

"They are beneath our concern, so long as you keep your villagers safe they will not be able to pass on the infection that riddles their decayed bodies." Arthur replied, "The only sure-fire way to clear out this infestation is to kill their master. Kirkland will do the honours."
"How many men do you plan to send on this mission?"
"One."
Silence.
"Only one?!"
"Yes. He's my top man and he's already on is way here. Trust me, gentlemen, when it comes to vampires, no one knows them better than he does. I can assure you, that before the break of dawn, all of this will be just a memory."
Meanwhile, a tall, blond haired man walks through the woods to get to his destination. He's dressed in a black suit, pants, gloves, and a small hat with a red ruby and two strings, one red, one white. As he stops and stares up at the moon, its light shines off the black lenses of his glasses.
"What a beautiful night. Gets me in the mod for a bite to drink." The man chuckles lightly. "Now, time to find that vampire."
In the meantime, a young Ukrainian woman, Yekaterina Braginskaya, is running for her life. Only mere moments ago, her teammates from the police had been turned into mindless ghouls, and all she could do was watch. Now, the vampire priest was on her trail. Not looking where she was running, she trips over a rock, giving the vampire a chance to get her.
"No…" she says.
"Yes." The vampire priest laughs at her. "You should have known running is pointless." He reached down and grabbed Yekaterina by the collar of her police uniform and drags her to her feet, much to her discomfort. She reaches for her gun, only to find that it isn't there.
"Looking for this?" The priest holds the gun up in front of her face. He then throws it away. "What a fool you were, thinking that a gun like that could kill a vampire like me! Foolish little girl…"
"Let me go! You monster!" Yekaterina screams.
"Such harsh words…You hurt my feelings. But considering I need more ghouls for my army, I'll let live…for now. I'll turn you into one of them…" he points to the ghouls behind them, "right after I'm done ravishing you." A sadistic grin appears on his face.
"No…" whispers the Ukrainian girl, only to scream once more a second later, "NOOOO!"
"Let her go."
Yekaterina and the vampire priest both turn around and see a tall, blond man.
"Youngsters these days…most of them are simply pathetic excuses for a vampire. I can't tell you apart from the trash people see walking down the street and lurking in the alleys."
"Who the hell are you?!" asked the priest.
"The name's Vladislav. I'm part of the Kirkland Organization's garbage disposal unit. A specialist in cleaning up trash like you."
"A specialist? Really? Ha! Don't make me laugh! Ghouls, kill him!"

The priest snaps his fingers and immediately, the number of ghouls increases. Each of them have a gun and the ghouls open fire. Their bullets pierce Vlad's skin. After only mere seconds, Vlad's ragged body lies on the ground. Yekaterina watches wide-eyed, fear and despair swimming in her blue orbs. The vampire host puts his hand in the air, gesturing the ghouls to stop.
"Hmph. Looks like his bark was worse than his bite. Now, where were we?" he turns his head toward Yekaterina. She merely looks up at him with fear in her eyes.
"Tsk…You really thought those bullets would have any effect on me? My, what a foolish little being you are…" The once ragged body of the vampire turns into a cloud of black mist. His laughter echoes in the night, and as the mist takes a vague shape of a man, a pair of red eyes and a sadistic grin appear in the mist. Yekaterina and the priest watch the scene in horror.
"Now, I believe it's my turn…" His voice, laced with a thick Romanian accent, strikes fear in the priest. He then pulls out a large, silver gun out of his coat. The 454. Casull.  The ghouls then go down, one by one. Soon, the only people still standing are the priest, Yekaterina and Vlad.
"Good Christ…" says the priest. "Why is a vampire helping mortal men?"
"If I were to let punks like you run around, I'd get in trouble. Not to mention that the destruction of mankind would probably be a result of letting fools like you stir up more trouble." Vlad then aims at the priest. "Now die."
"HOLD IT! HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" he yells as he puts the young Ukrainian in front of him. "If you shoot me, you'll shoot her, too! Do you really want that? Don't you want to let her live?!"
Silence.
"All I'm asking is for you to let me go. That's all, really! I promise not to do anything bad anymore!"
Vlad looks at the vampire and then turns to Yekaterina. "Young lady, are you a virgin?"
"What?! What are you doing?!"
"Are you a virgin?" Vlad repeats.
"God damn it, what the fuck are you saying?! Stop messing around!"  the priest is becoming impatient.
"Answer me!" Vlad yells, "Are you a virgin?!"
For the first time since the appearance of the black clad stranger, Yekaterina finds her voice. "Yes…yes, I am!"
A gunshot echoes through the night. Yekaterina and the vampire have been shot.
"WHAT?!" is the priest's last word before Vlad's hand goes through his body and turns to dust.
Yekaterina lies in the grass in a pool of her own blood. She has little time left. Before she closes her eyes, she sees Vladislav towering over her.
"I had to shoot him through his heart and the bullet had to go through your liver as well…" he explained softly, "So? What will it be, police girl? Are you willing to join me and become an undead creature of the night?"
She looked up at him, and, being unable to speak, raised a hand which he gently took.
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"Hey! I think I see someone! Over there!" shouted a policeman. He was right. The policemen, chairman and chief inspector all stood behind Lukas and Arthur as they all watched Vladislav appear. In his arms was the young Ukrainian. Arthur stood there, with a confused expression on his face.
"How did it go Vlad?" he asked.
"The target has been silenced and there were no survivors left."
Arthur points to Yekaterina. "She seems pretty alive to me…"
"Actually, master," Vladislav replies, "she's dead."
"WHAT?!" the police shouts, out of shock, unlike Arthur, who shouts out of anger. Lukas simply sighs. Vlad certainly knew how to stir up trouble.
"How dare you! I didn't say you were allowed to turn anyone in a vampire! Wait, what…where are you going?! I'm talking to you! Don't you dare turn your back on your master! Vlad! VLADISLAV, GET BACK HERE!" Arthur shouts, only to be ignored by the tall vampire dressed in black.
"Please calm down, Sir Kirkland..."Lukas tries to calm his employer down, but without result. The green eyed man keeps shouting until he runs out of breath. He decided to let the vampire be…for now.
Yekaterina looks up timidly at Vlad. "I'm sorry if I got you in trouble…"
Vlad chuckles lightly. "No worries, little Draculeana..."