PROLOGUE BAE <3

Prologue: True Contrite of an Elder Warlock.

"You know, for a newborn, you're quite sturdy" the man smirked, his triangular face looking up towards the neophyte vampire. "Surviving most of my spells, endured my conjured demons, and as well as almost beating me in hand to hand combat." he followed. The young-blood gazed at him, his leather jacket was seemingly disintegrated from the warlocks last fire blast, smoke surrounded the vampires body and what was left was his undoubtedly fit white shirt. The warlock's head turns right in a slight degree, showing off curiosity and amazement towards the newly-born's body.

"Actually I'm not gonna lie here, that's a beautiful upper body physique you have there" his head  but you skipped leg day, didn't you?" pointing towards his seemingly bony lower body.

"Well thank you, I can now murder you without any form of regret whatsoever."

"You're saying that like you can actually, you know, murder me."

Frankly annoyed at what the warlock had said. His eyes glow a monotone crimson red as he pounced for the offensive. He threw a fast left jab towards the warlock then a right punch followed by another, and then another. The warlock didn't read the situation carefully. He was thrown across the oak wood floor on to a wooden desk knocking off a Victorian lamp and some papers on the process. The new-blood scoffed as the warlock groaned.

"For a 519 year old warlock, I expected you to use some sort of spell to block my punches." He laughed at the warlock, still laying on the desk. "Or you know, block it at all?" he mockingly said. The warlock slowly had gotten up. He felt dripping from his lower lip, his fingers grasp the blood falling downwards his chin.

"Not really used to seeing my own blood anymore" he stared at his fingertips. "Do not fret,  O' Grand Warlock of Marseille, Neil Desrosiers." Neil glanced at him as the vampires slanted eyes locked unto him. "For I shall shed your blood more than the St. Bartholomew's Day Massacre back in 1572-"

"I'm gonna have to stop right there, Mr. I-don't-skip-chest-day." Neil quickly cut threw his monologue. "My shop closes at 8 am and it's.." Neil quickly looked at his silver toned watch, "7:49, so I have to end this quick." He continued as snapped his fingers and said

"Ignis.."

A blue pentagram illuminated from the vampires chest.

"What is this, Warlock?" He angrily protested, grabbing his chest, touching the pentagram. "What kind of trickery is this??" he shouted as he felt a burning sensation. The vampire drops to his knees, his eyes formerly crimson red had now turned black. His mouth open like his mouth is being ripped apart from this face. Sound protruding from his bleeding mouth like a continuous low pitched cricket sound would make. Neil slowly walks towards the vampire. Tying his shoulder length light platinum hair into a man-bun. He rustled his left pocket and grabbed his pall mall patented menthol cigarette, lit it, and took a deep inhale. The sound stopped. The pentagram was slowly closing inwards. As the smoke came out of his nose, he blew some out towards the vampires face. A smirk came out of Neil, poking through the hole that was formerly a pentagram on the vampires body. He showed fascination towards the results of the new spell he randomly created out of sheer adrenaline, thought and warlock spit. He squatted to give it a more thorough inspection.

"So that's what that spell does." He said gleefully grinned like a 5th grade student winning the science fair with a baking soda and vinegar volcano but instead of baking soda it was a pentagram and a 5th century Greek incantation. A ring from the front door caught him by surprise. A soft soprano voice followed.

"Hey, Neil! It's Emm, Can you open the door?" Neil stood. Walking towards the Victorian-esque door, he turned around and noticed that the room was a hell of a mess. It really felt like it was a baking soda volcano. He quickly put up his fingers as a blue light glowed from its tips and with a snap, The room was clean. Tables weren't broken any longer. The chandelier wasn't losing sixteen out of its seventeen light-bulbs. The books were sorted alphabetically, pretty much showing his obsessive–compulsive disorder. He grabbed his back pocket and quickly brushed off the blood and dirt from his hands, starting with his left hand and then his right with rings on each finger. Neil marched towards the door and opened it for his friend. She examined the store. It was the first time that it was that clean. Usually it's covered in dust-molds, eerier cobwebs and a curious aura to keep the theme of Roux Occult Shop alive. This is Neil's evening job. Managing his occult shop. At morning he's a part-time history teacher at the local Santa Serena High School.

"Wow, I can't believe the store isn't dusty- OH MY GOD!" she shrieked looking at the non-moving decomposing corpse of the newborn vampire.

"SO, you were hunted again.?

"Yeah...But hey, At least I got that old 5th century body-transfimogrifier spell working."

"Transfimo-what-now?"

"The scroll we found at the Friccesco Ruins?"

"Yeah, I'm not following what you did..."

"I turned his insides into stone, Emm"

"Ew, everything?"

"Yes, Emerald, everything. Cool right??"

The brunette sat. Her hazel brown eyes observing the inside-stoned body with profound curiousness. She felt genuinely impressed at what the warlock did. Neil stood behind with his arms crossed, observing her observations. Then he slowly paced towards the bookshelf. Sliding his fingers towards the letter W. Werewolves and Vampires: A Guide on not giving birth to hybrids, Wandering Spirits 101, Why Am I the Doppelganger?, Why Do I Attract Shape-shifting Demons from the 5th Circle of Hell. He stopped after and grabbed the next book. "Why you should use warding totems on your house: A Definite Guide on how to protect your family from creatures that lurk in the dark." The image of a shaman and a totem was the first thing he saw as he picked the book. Neil bolted through pages till he found out the Vampire Ward Totem.

"Let's see here. One tooth of a Kappa, 5 mg of Faerie-dust, and ashed remains of a newly-born vampire." He peaked over the book and into the slowly decomposing body of the vampire that is being poked over by Emm. "Well, that was lucky." he said.

"Hey, Emm."

"Yes, O' Grand Warlock of Marseille, how am I of service?" she snorted, mocking Neil of his title.

"Take a picture of this page, and show it to Faustus" he phased the book from his angle to hers.

"Vampire Warding Totem..?"

"Yeah, I want him to gather the components."

"Why...?"

"Cause, If this shows any signs, It's that they want me to use me for something..." Neil paused showing his disheveled irked face.

"Again?"

Neil nodded, "Yes, mon chère, again." Emm quickly drew his phone from her uniform pocket and took a quick picture of the ingredients for the Warding Totem and as well as a couple of unneeded selfies. Neil, in the background, showed disgust at the multitude of selfies she can produce in a matter of minutes.

"This is probably enough pictures"

"Oh gee willekers, you think??"

"Shut it, bun-boy" pointing her finger in a rather discerning manner as Neil feels pity towards his man-bun. "Just driver me to school already, we're both late, you late for teaching in Native-American history and me late learning in Native-American history."

"Let me just get dressed again."

"Sure, I'll wait at the back spying on your sexy warlock body-I mean..get my bag all sorted out."

"You know, if you wanted to see me naked, you could just ask?" Neil quickly retorted. Showing off his pleasant upper-body to the young human. Emm's face grew plump red. She hastily covered her face with her arms. She screamed "GET DRESSED ALREADY!!!". Neil's face ,on the other hand, was off sheer joy. He smiled like the Cheshire cat. It brings him great happiness to see a woman so dazzlingly aroused by his body. As he wore his indigo blue, long-sleeved, polo. He wished that it was going to be a great day, hopefully, because he felt something ominous from the back of his mind. And when it's from there, its usually right.