I'm back with a fanfic, this time WAY more mature than they used to be.
Keep your boots tight, keep your guns close,
and die with your masks on if you've got to.
He was 23 years old. His hair hung like a jet-black curtain over his face, leaving one of his beautiful hazel eyes visible. On top of his head, he had his thick black sunglasses.
As he turned his face to look at something in the distance, you could see how well his cheeckbones came out, and formed his face like a piece of art.
He had black eye liner on and, waiting impatiently, he started trying to remove some of the leftovers of black nailpolish on his fingernails.
Even though it was one of those days where the sun could easily burn your skinn, he wore a black ripped skinny jeans, a pair of comfortable vans, which were worn out.
His T-shirt was made of a light black fabric, and had 'aim for the head' printed over it.
You could see, that the longer the waiting lasted, the more impatient he grew.
What he was waiting for was yet a secret, even to himself.
After he got most of the leftovers of nail polish off his fingers, he decided he could use his time more usefull, and he took out a sketchbook, and a black crayon.
Leaning against his car, he started searching the envirnoment for something interesting to draw.
What a strange place it was to make an appointment on.
He stood at an old, empty house, whose windows and doors were blocked by wooden walls, so nobody could get in.
A normal person, would think it was abbandoned. That nobody lived there anymore, and nobody would like to live there.
But our young, we shall describe him as a man, knew excactly how many souls were inside the building, and what kind of creatures they were.
He felt the urgue to enter the building alone, but knew he had to wait.
Just as he thought they'd never arrive, the yellow car with white stripes pulled over behind his car.
Out of the car came two people. A man and a woman. Both were as what people might describe as 'hot'.
The girl had black hair with red toppings, wore silver skinny pants, a black T-shirt decorated by the logo of eyes set to kill, a hardcore band.
The boy had a black fringe, and the rest of his hair dyed white. His eyes were surrounded by red eyeliner. He wore a safety vest with a white vest underneath, and baggy pants.
Both were pretty much covered in tattoo's.
'Gerard?' asked the guy with the fringe to our ever patient waiter.
Gerard just nodded, looking at both of them from head to toe.
'Frankie en Miora I guess.' Both of them nodded.
Frankie with a smile on his face, Miora with a serious look. Gerard could tell she was keeping her distance.
'How many are there?' Frankie asked Gerard, as he had had time enough to sense the souls and count their numbers.
'I have felt 4 identities. 1 Human, and 3 immortals.' Gerard said, giving away a fraction of sadness and worry as he pronounced the word 'human'.
That one human, held in the house, was no one less than Gerard's brother.
Miora, as much of a professional she was, started preparing her weapons. Opening the gun with something you could almost call passion,
putting each bullet inside one by one, carefully making sure the didn't hit anything but the loop of the gun.
Then she locked and loaded the gun, and silently said:
Her voice sounded like a hummingbird, almost inhuman.
Gerard, however occupied by worrying over his little brother, couldn't help but noticing how unearthly Miora's appearence and behaviour was.
He stared at her for a second, then preparing his gun too, and quickly telling Frank what he needed to do.
The plan was that Gerard and Miora entered, and slayed the immortals, and Frank waited in the car so he could immediatley drive away if somebody needed medical care.
Not that Frank wasn't good enough for the battlefield, but Miora knew the drill, and Gerard would be needed to win Mikey's trust.
Miora tried sensing the spirits inside, and immediatley found the one of Gerard's younger brother. He seemed surprisingly calm and at ease for the situationn he was in.
But then again, Mikey was a real killjoy. He, just like Miora and Gerard, knew the drill, and was aware of his brother's presence outside the house.
'Ready?' Miora whispered.
Gerard looked back in her deep grey eyes, and nodded.
Back to back, they went to the door, counting down to kick it in.
Once they arrived inside, in a huge cloud of dust by the wooden door they just eliminated,
they both started shouting, 'Killjoys, make some noise!!' As they both went a direction in the room.
Afterwards, you could hear not a lot more than gunshots, you could see no more than dust rising up in the already dark room.
Although you couldn't see an inch, Gerard and Miora both knew perfectly where they had to aim their guns at.
They could feel a fraction of the pain the immortals felt, as their silver bullets hit them, which perfectly helped their quest of slaying them,
and keeping Mikey alive.
Shot after shot was fired, and you could literally smell the adrenaline through the air.
Gerard and Miora, still standing back to back, managed to kill two of the immortals, in only a fraction of a second.
They eventually hit the last one, as he collapsed with the sound of agony.
The dust started vanishing, and Gerard and Miora got a clear view on the scene.
Two immortals started dusting. Their flesh and bones literally started transforming into a black pile of dust, as the bullets hit them in the right place.
Still looking for the third, they got schrieked up by the sound of Mikey's voice.
'Gerard! Help!', he shouted out. You could hear the horror in his voice.
Gerard quickly turned towards his brother, pulled his gun, and tried to fire at the third immortal creature, to make him also, vanish into thin air.
But he, fast as he was, was just a fraction of a second too late, as the vampire sunk his teeth into Mikey's neck, leaving his venom there to infect the young man's blood.
Gerard quickly fired his gun at the immortal, or vampire, as you'd like to call it, and shot him right between the eyes.
Before the lifeless body hit the ground, Gerard had made his way to Mikey.
'Mikey!' he screamed, anxiety in his voice. 'Mikey are you okay?'
The only reaction he got was Mikey's rattle as he got more and more infected by the venom in his veins.
'Nooo! Mikey!' Gerard cried out, holding his brother close to him. He could already see him colapsing, as his muscles contracted, trying to get the poison out.
Miora ordered Gerard to help her carying Mikey outside, so Frank could give him the medical care he needed.
As though his brother was made out of feathers, Gerard picked him up and ran outside with him, putting him in the giant pick up trunk of Frans's car.
Frank immediatley knew what happened and ran over to Mikey's aching body. He looked at the bitewound in his neck, and shot an anxious glance towards Miora.
'He was bitten by a vampire of the other side. We have to end him. We have to take his life.', Frank said, taking his gun and pointing it at Mikey's face.
'Noo!' exclaimed Gerard, pushing Frank to the ground as he shot his gun.