The Stake and Silver — To Morning Light Coming!
Agent Heartstalker, this package has been compiled by our analysts based on information gathered from the locals and our centuries of experience dealing with befanged kind. We have pnned out every step, foreseen any and all contingencies. With our meticulous pnning and your skill, peace and the natural order shall be restored!
Your quarry has made its nest of debauchery in the dipidated dwellings of a former family of ndowners from the area. A series of poor investments, catastrophic management, and we must say it an institutional tendency toward as much incestuous unions as the w would allow has left the st remaining heir in no mental or financial state to care for the mansion. Some time after his death in squalor, an ancient evil resurfaced as the untitled occupant of the pce. The creature has become bold enough and secure in its infamy to attract our attention again, for what shall be the st time, by your hand. To morning light coming!
The vampire must not under any circumstances be aware of your presence until you are ready to strike. Stealth, and perfect timing shall be your compass when you enter the cursed lodgings of the beast. Be a stalker, watch and remain unwatched, listen and be silent. Against the darkest night, be the shadow hidden in the shadow from the moment you pass the porch. You will choose the time and the pce of your ultimate confrontation, but remember that one has its defense lowered where they feel the safest. Your target sleeps in the former bedroom of the head of the family. And of the closest cousin he could get to marry him, usually.
So it all immediately went to shit. I got in right after sundown, couldn’t see shit in the dark obviously. For all the talk of being the light that burns evil and stuff, I wish we had a fshlight or something. Or night vision goggles? Anyway is was dark as fuck and it turns out you can’t see shit in total darkness even if you made it your hunting grounds for as long as you can remember. The entrance hall with its huge staircase and the three doors across from the entrance and on each side was bad enough, but the other rooms had the windows boarded up and didn’t get even a glint of moonlight. My quarry jumped me while I was making my way through the first floor bedrooms.
Right when I was all focused picking the lock to the master bedroom, both hands busy and all my attention pointed to forcing the delicate mechanism without making a ruckus. It all immediately went to shit the second I had it. The lock gave in, and the monster came out from behind me right at the same time — we both burst through the door as it blew open, Lady Menia on top of me pinning me down on my face. The devious bitch had to have been lying in wait since I entered her den, and so here I am. Arms stuck and bent under my chest, locked in by both our weights, my legs ineffectually wiggling, the beast sitting on my back and holding down my head. If the smming door was a rough hammer blow, the words cut through the silence like a knife ‘My, my, what do we have here?’
So yeah. Like I said. It all went to shit.
