Belle jumped over a rather large ditch and ran down the hill on the other side. The vampire hunter that was chasing her had jumped too, but he was heavier, and his weight was enough to get him to struggle crossing the ditch. Belle bolted into the woods, dodging a flying stake that was shot at her by the crossbow. The clicking sound it made as he reloaded it reached her ears, and Belle ran faster. 'WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU?!' she panicked and dodged yet another stake. This one barely reached her. "God damn you, get back here!" the vampire hunter roared at the trees she disappeared into.
Belle only stopped to rest an hour or so after she lost him. She made sure to go back and have her tracks cross over each other in order to make herself harder to find. 'That was a close one.' she ran a hand through her hair. She looked down pitifully at her dress, which had several tears that revealed a fresh cut or two. 'Way too close.' she frowned at them. They didn't hurt too bad, and she didn't feel woozy, so it was safe to assume that the weapons the hunter was using weren't coated in something. Belle dipped her finger in one of the cuts and lifted it to her mouth, tasting her blood to make sure. 'Yep, no poison or garlic.' she made a grossed out face, 'Humanoid blood is so gross.'
Honestly, why does that hunter bother to go after her? It's not like she hurt someone! Belle sighed. "Humans fear the very thing that they choose not to understand..." she muttered. Somewhere a little ways away, a twig snapped. Belle stood up tensely. 'It might be him again. I have to go.' she turned into a bat and flew away.
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Mason returned to his secluded home, making it inside before the sun came up. "Damn vampire." he said irritably. The tall man in black stormed across his house. He went into the basement, resisting urge to slam his fist on the cold stone. The room he entered was more like a chamber. The grey stone block walls stretched to create a hexagon-shaped room. There were torches on the walls, as well as a few areas where he could chain somebody to them. The shackles were big and rusty-- some even had blood on them and the area they were in-- but they supposedly had an enchantment on them to prevent any supernatural being from escaping. So far that little family rumor has yet to be proven wrong.
There were two thick wooden tables. One was flush against the far left diagonal wall, and it had tools and weapons and parts scattered across it with the occasional blueprint. His spare crossbow sat on top of one of them, needing repairs. The second table was in the very center of the room. This one was bolted to the floor, with four clamps on them meant for restraining someone. There were a few red stains on the table, but he was always able to get most of the blood off when he was done... Most of it...
On the far right diagonal wall was a big fireplace. He used it to heat up some of the tools and keep the chamber warm during winter. He also used it to destroy the bodies of the monsters he's caught. 'Almost twenty years, since I was just a boy.' he frowned a little remembering the harsh training that he endured before turning ten years old, 'It's the Salacil family business.'
Because of their reputation as monster hunters, most members of his family were referred to as a "Van Helsing". It wasn't too bad, considering that it did fit with his job description, but it was a little tiring to be called "Van Helsing" wherever he went. 'At least it's nothing ridiculous.' he looked over to the wall on the left side of the entrance. On the wall was a large board. The board was full of drawn pictures, written reports, some of his own writing, and pins connecting some of the pages with different colored lengths of yarn. There were a few different monsters on the board.
A witch that he has yet to locate.
A werewolf that was sighted near the mountains.
