As the days diminishing light drew its last breath, residents of the small village of kopumula were following their curfew and began locking the doors on their small houses. They had their meals and told their children bed time stories as s the absence of the days light was complete. The villagers slept in stone shelter ters beneath their homes because of the tools of darkness, the vampires. Kopumula, a place deep within a forest, a fair distance from any town. Protected by the head of their village, master Dell and the boy the villagers would call be east of the forest, Yori.
Master Dell stood-book in hand-atop a great silver tower built adjacent a barn in the middle of the village. There, he saw the vampires making their way towards the village. West of the tower one of the many vampires made his way towards the clearing that separated the village from the forest.
Sniffing the air around with a grin he says, "This place looks dead but I can smell humans". Looking at the silver tower, he continues, with great pleasure, "A master, how encouraging, there must be quality meat here". More vampires began to move through the clearing towards the tower.
The master puts his book aside and says, whilst reaching for his sniper rifle that rests at the towers top, "Forgive those who trespass against us". The vampires begin to sprint trying to get out of sight. Then the master shoots at one of them straight through the skull. Simultaneously, a massive growl is heard from the barn which stops the vampires in their tracks.
"That can't be a dog!", a timid one of amongst the vampires doubtfully says.
As though to regain the momentum of their bloodlust, another says, "We'll deal with it, it's not even a full moon tonight".
The first of the lot, hiding behind a house as the master fires another shot says, "It's not uncommon to have a werewolf stand as guard dog for a place but for one to be in a shitty place like this, that master must have pulled some major strings".
"Well, what does that mean?", the timid vampire asks.
In an obviously frustrated tone, the first answers, "It means, that even if it's a guard dog, the eleven of us can handle it".Here is the text from the very beginning of the file, with grammatical corrections applied:
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As the diminishing daylight drew its last breath, the residents of the small village of Kopumula followed their curfew and began locking the doors of their small houses. They had their meals and told their children bedtime stories as the absence of daylight became complete. The villagers slept in stone shelters beneath their homes because of the tools of darkness—the vampires. Kopumula, a place deep within the forest, was a fair distance from any towns. It was protected by the head of their village, Master Dell, and the boy the villagers would call the beast of the forest, Yori.
Master Dell stood—book in hand—atop a great silver tower built adjacent to a barn in the middle of the village. There, he saw the vampires making their way toward the village. West of the tower, one of the many vampires made his way toward the clearing that separated the village from the forest.
Sniffing the air with a grin, he said, "This place looks dead, but I can smell humans." Looking at the silver tower, he continued with great pleasure, "A master—how encouraging. There must be quality meat here." More vampires began to move through the clearing toward the tower.
The master put his book aside and said, whilst reaching for his sniper rifle that rested atop the tower, "Forgive those who trespass against us." The vampires began to sprint, trying to get out of sight. Then the master shot at one of them straight through the skull. Simultaneously, a massive growl was heard from the barn, which stopped the vampires in their tracks.
"That can't be a dog!" a timid one among the vampires said doubtfully.
As though to regain the momentum of their bloodlust, another said, "We'll deal with it; it's not even a full moon tonight."
The first of the lot, hiding behind a house as the master fired another shot, said, "It's not uncommon to have a werewolf stand as a guard dog for a place, but for one to be in a shitty place like this, that master must have pulled some major strings."
"Well, what does that mean?" the timid vampire asked.
In an obviously frustrated tone, the first answered, "It means that, even if it's a guard dog, the eleven of us can handle it."
A third vampire interrupted them as others were seeking shelter toward the homes, saying, "We've lost another one, boss."
"Dammit! How many of us are left?" shouted the first.
"Seven!" the third replied.
"Then that should be more than enough. Here goes: three will go for the master, and another three will go with me into the barn and deal with the mutt," said the first. "Now! Let's go!" Out of the eleven, the seven that managed to get out of the master's sight began to follow the first's plans.
Seeing fewer vampires headed toward him, the master shouted, "Come out, Yori!" Then a large shadowy figure with a silver collar leaped out of the barn as the first and three members of his crew tried their very best to get out of its way.
"Run! Let that master be—just run!" the first desperately called out. The shadowy figure was seen under the light of the moon: a mighty black werewolf with brown eyes, baring his fangs at the four that stood near the barn. He then switched his attention to the three on the tower and, in a leap, impaled the one closest to him and hurled whatever was left of them at the others on the tower, managing to hit another one of them.
The first, and now two of his initial party, began to head for the forest at their greatest speeds. The vampire on the tower, out of fear, thought it wise to continue for the master and use him as a hostage but was met with a bullet to the head from none other than the master. Yori lunged for another and tore their leg off as the two remaining vampires didn't even dare to look back at the chaos. Yori decapitated the vampire he tore a leg off of and then began to chase the two that were now in the forest. Despite their speeds and the thick forest, fear still grabbed hold of the first because he understood exactly what he had chosen to go up against: a black werewolf, also known as a hellhound.
There are four types of werewolves: white, silver, black, and common. The common have no thoughts or great recollection as a werewolf and only turn during a full moon and have a fatal reaction to silver. Black wolves are susceptible to gold and can turn however they wish but are weaker during the day. A great few among them are known to wield the power of flame, and hence the reason they are referred to as hellhounds. The three-colored wolves can only produce among their own color if they wish to populate, all except the white wolves. They also have full control over their werewolf selves. White wolves, the first and oldest wolves also known as rulers, are known to be about three in the entire world. The silver wolves are not known by man and are considered a myth; they haven't been seen in centuries. Rumors say that they're protectors of forests and are not a part of this world.
The first, nearly out of the forest, heard the screams of his last subordinate and began to question whether he'd live. The first reached a road, but soon after began to hear Yori moving through the tree branches. As the sound got closer, a body flew out of the trees past the first and landed on the other side of the road. Hesitant, he tried to listen for a heartbeat and could tell it was human. He began to run back to the forest, realizing who it was. Yori then stood on his feet and said, "Oops, forgot to clean the blood," clad in a big shirt and baggy sweatpants and a silver collar. Standing at two hundred and twenty centimeters with brown skin and curly black hair, he took a keen jump toward the vampire, who was a distance away and continued to increase the gap. Yori then transformed into the beast of the village. He chased after the first and began to get closer and closer. He then used one of the trees on the side of the road as a boost to get to another tree opposite the road; he continued lunging vertically across the road from tree to tree and finally got ahead of the first and faced him. The first vampire of the attempted attack and former leader of the party that was wiped out by the master and the very beast that stood in his way—Clement—had come to a stop. Shivering and falling to his feet as he got a good look at exactly what he was running from. "I'm not the torture type, so you shouldn't be running," Yori said to Clement.
"And what of the scream in the forest?"
"That guy didn't even see me; he just froze and started screaming, so I did what I'm supposed to do."
At this point in the conversation, Clement had stopped quivering and replied, "That makes sense. Say, is it true? What they say about black wolves? Were black wolves made to hunt us vampires?"
In a voice of pity, Yori answered, "As far as the master told me, yes. Black wolves are vampire hunters." Slowly, behind Clement, the light of the candle of dawn began to sweep away the remnants of the moon's glow. Before Yori's eyes, Clement became dust.
This had no great or lasting effect on the black wolf because defending the villagers was, simply put, his job. Further beyond the east side of the little village in the mountainous region, on a hill facing the village, was a boy with brown hair and blue eyes dressed in a grey suit, crouching at the hill's edge where he stood. Behind him was a young lady in a light blue shirt tucked into black and white tight jeans. The boy said, "So that's the target? A black wolf. Figures. Owen has always had a knack for the weird."
"We'll see what happens tonight," responded the lady behind the boy.
Back in the village, the villagers began their day-to-day activities, aware of some of the events of the night prior via the words of Master Dell. Upon the return of Yori, some of the villagers began to enter their homes and draw closer to their children whilst others desperately called their children as one of the residents shouted, "He's back!" like a warning signal, over and over again. Yori headed to the barn—or, in honest terms, his house—aware of the stench of death around him. An older man of the village approached the master, who was on his way to see Yori.
"A word, Master," the white-freckled man said with his hat in his arms against his chest, dressed in brown trousers and a yellow shirt held up by suspenders.
"Why, of course, Mr. Field. Is something the matter?"
"It's about that," pointing to the barn. "I know he protects us and is just eighteen and all despite his size, but the people are afraid, and you promised it would stay in the barn by day."
Holding the book from last night in his arms and unnoticeably clutching it tighter upon hearing Mr. Field's words, "I understand. A few of them ran into the woods, and if they got away, it could mean trouble—that's all. But I'll have a word with him regardless," he calmly managed to let out.
"Thanks, Master Dell. You could come for dinner if you're not busy this afternoon," Mr. Field suggested.
"I might come by, depending on how much work there's left for me to do today. Does that sound alright to you?"
"It definitely does. Well, I shouldn't be holding you for this long. Work well, sir."
"You too, Mr. Field," he then said in an undertone, "you lazy ass."
The wool of the sky's sheep began to darken; a storm was approaching. Dell made his way to the barn where Yori was chained till nightfall for the past twelve years. Abuse is the first language the villagers taught him when he was a boy. Yori was brought to the village to protect it and be watched by The Faith under Master Dell's authority. The scent of blood diluted the village's fresh air as the master made his way to Yori's sleeping place. The barn had an underground room much like the villagers' houses, but the only one who went down there was the master. The master opened the hatch and went into the cobblestone path beneath the barn. He got a torch that was always beside the wall and went deeper. Yori lay asleep at the end of the tunnel when the master reached. The end of the tunnel was like a little office with books on shelves, a table, and a fireplace. He threw the torch into the fireplace and knelt before him and began to cry, thinking, How long must they chain their hero like this? They don't even know the silver collar they had me place around your neck is for show. And you, despite going out there to risk your life for people who do nothing but hate you. I understand that they're scared and shouldn't trust you, but that doesn't mean they have to mistreat you to this extent. If only you had a place to go. The master, remembering the role given to him by society to play, refrained from saying more on the topic. Beside one of the shelves, he picked up a worn-out medical kit and tended to the wounds of the unwanted village protector. As an effort to lighten the mood, Dell said, "You'll heal up in a couple of hours," pointing to the book he carried with him on the table, "my holy book says so." He then covered his wounds with band-aids and left him to rest.