Unapologetic Apathy

Frank walked into his new house, a small but comfortable home in Jersey. He set his bag down in the small kitchen counter and took a look around the room. Not much furniture, because he wasn't staying for long, but he didn't want to buy a hotel room. He was staying for a year or so, until his job was done.

He unzipped the backpack and carefully laid out all the contents in front of him in a straight line. A long, silver knife. A flask of holy water. A pistol. A necklace of garlic. A silver crucifix medallion. He smiled proudly at his collection. He packed it all in his clothes discreetly, hiding everything well in his clothing. He stuck his knife in his boot, his gun in the waistband of his jeans, and the flask in his coat pocket. He strung the crucifix around his neck and tucked the medallion in his tshirt.

He he left the garlic sitting on the table. It never worked anyway. He promptly left the house and started towards his new destination. The Way manor.

A long while ago, his friend was killed by vampires. They turned him into one. He was a beast. Frank had to kill him himself when he attacked everyone in the house. From then on, he was bitter against the monsters. He tried to stop what happened to him from effecting anybody else.

Frank Iero: vampire hunter extraordinare. He had killed more of the bloodsuckers than anybody he knew. More than Ray and Bob combined. Sure, most of them were newly turned and weak, and very confused. They were a danger and couldn't control themselves. Part of him pitied them.

But he decided to move from younger ones to old ones. Like over-a-hundred-years-old-terrorizing-cities kind of vampires. That's why he had tracked down the Way Manor.

"This is going to be great," the voice said in his Bluetooth headset. He agreed.

"Yeah, Ray, totally. Can you see anything?" He asked the base. Back a few blocks away, Bob, Ray, Sam, and Kelsie were set up at the base. They had a laptop where thy could see Frank's surroundings from a tiny camera Ray attached to his hoodie. Clever. He felt like a spy.

"Yeah, good to go," Sam's voice replied. "Okay, you know your way to the manor from here."

"Don't you go taking a coffee break. I need you," Frank joked.

"Okay, boss," Sam said. Frank could hear him typing away at the laptop. He stopped talking hen he reached the manor.

Gloomy and tall and old as hell. The black iron gates started at the bottom of the hill, and the manor overlooked a good portion of the town. It was fucking huge. He pushed the gate open, and the rusted chain broke open immediately. It made a creaking grinding noise when e slid throug the opening. He jogged the path up to the manor, and soon Frank was staring at the doorway. The doorknob was cold and locked.

He looked to the right, where hidden by unkept trees was a musty dirty window. He broke it quickly with one strong kick. The sun was setting, but it still poured light into the grand living room, which was pitch black. He hummed to himself and felt no fear as he crept inside.

Notes

Here's a short little prologue. I deleted my other story because t was too long and wasn't going anywhere. Hope you enjoy!!