Von's Holiday Plans

==Prologue (Warning: Contains swearing and violence. Adult content in general)==
Jacob hacks down another pirate demon, spinning and decapitating the second. He looks across at his latest friend.
“Run Miss Bak. I’ve got this.” He knocks down another when a heavy blow strikes his head. He rolls over and gets another heavy smash to the gut. He sees grey at the edge of his vision, then nothing.
He wakes and looks at his blood covered shirt and jeans, as well as his bruised arms, tied to the chair. He looks up and sees two of the modern pirates standing. Miss Bak was tied in a chair opposite him. Then the head pirate entered.
“My name’s Von. You must be pretty damn pissed, huh? Well, it’s just about to get worse!” He grabbed Miss Bak. She screamed. “Not again!” Von laughed cruelly and slit her throat, blood spraying across ‘Von’s’ shirt.
==Chapter 1!==
“Well it’s just about to get worse!” Von said, feeling his knife scrape open the poor lady’s throat. "Now, I'm a fair guy. So I'm going to give you a chance." Von placed a knife on the man's lap and set the gasoline all over the hut alight. "I'll see you sir." He walked out of the burning building, hearing the cussing man in the hut. "Leave me. I'm here on holiday, and I'm making the most of it." The demon's went back to their own world. Von stepped forward and entered the jeep in front of him, slipping off his trench-coat, leaving him wearing a tight T-shirt and jeans.
"Hello Vonny." He heard a soft woman's voice say as she sat down by him, smiling. She had long crow black hair and green eyes, and was the most beautiful woman Von had ever seen.
"Hello Arshenai. I should've known you'd want in on this little holiday."
"You know me too well." She said teasingly. "Now drive."
Von drove towards the town, looking around. "Should I kill someone, or should I ACTUALLY take a day off?" He mutters to himself. Arshenai just gave a sarcastic laugh.
"You couldn't last a day without killing someone."
"True, very true." He drove on, into a small town. He stopped outside a hotel, entering, buying a room and waiting until midnight. He then slipped out of his room through the window, prizing open the next door neighbours window with a hand. He slipped inside, crouching by the man and stabbing a quick hole in his wind pipe, leaving his screams mere whistles as he crumpled up, dead in his bed. "Sorry pal, man's gotta eat." He tore about the man with his razor fangs, leaving nothing but blood stained sheets and a couple of clumps of flesh.
Category:Fantasy