Rising of the Moon Ch.6
Chapter 6

It was the third night and Raphael chose not to see the so called Vampire Hunter. He decided it might be best for Leonardo to have his space. He wasn't asking for a death sentence. But he has to admit that, that turtle had not left his mind ever since that one night. How exhilarating it felt as they fought off those blood thirsty monsters. Running towards the exit before the bomb went off.
He was not a complete hater of vampires. He was sure that there were good ones out there. Ones that prefer cow blood over human. And ones that don't completely waist half of their meal. 
He hated being himself. He hates killing people. Every time his teeth sunk into skin he felt like he wanted to kill himself. But he couldn't help it. A vampire could last for about three weeks without any blood and he would try to last that long. After a while the starvation for blood get's so strong that vampires start craving for it so bad that they turn into physcopathic monsters. Blinded for the need of the copper scented crimson liquid.
His last meal was three days ago. Which was a good thing since it had been three weeks and he was slowly starting the craving. Though he really didn't want to think about what type of meat he hogged down. Knowing those vampires that were in that hide out, they were most likely collected together from different human kills. The thought that he had to eat human sickened him. But also the thought of accidently eating Leo out of starvation didn't seem to sound too appealing to him either. Course, he was sure that Leo would kill him first before he could managed to get his fangs around his neck. With that fact, that put his mind at ease for the moment. 
The emerald turtle was standing at the edge of a building over looking many people walking the streets busy like. It was amazing how many people were still up. Dosen't any of them have a home to crash in? A family to get to? Raphael shook his head from that thought.
Having a family is a blessing most people don't realize, and that sent a spike of envy down Raph's spine. Loosing family is the biggest mistake of all. Wives and husbands fighting and separating, or parents and children never seeing each other again. They would never realize what all they have till they completely loose them.
Though Raphael never felt what a family was like. 
The emerald reptile closed his eyes as he supressed the need to growl. His hands were tightening to fists. It took all his will power to not take one more step off the edge. 
"If your thinking about jumping. I wouldn't suggest it." A low voice was herd behind him. Scaring him half to death and almost falling off. Swiftly turning around and glaring. The being in front of him was not noticable as he was engulfed in shadows.
"It wouldn't matter if your planning on killing me." He said with bluntness in his tone.
"Killing you? Nay, I wouldn't think of it." Sarcasm was herd in the mans voice. A smirk rose on the turtles lips.
"At least not at this moment?"
"I'm here to fetch you."
"Fetch me?"
"The master wants to see you." Raphael could tell the man was wearing a smirk. Even when he couldn't see his face. "Or should I say. Father?" Raph frowned at the shadow figure.
"He is not my father." The emerald turtle fought with himself to keep from attacking the man. The image in the shadows snorted.
"Would you rather come with us freely or would you rather be tied up and gagged as we drag you back to headquarters?"
"Neither. I'm leaving." Raph turned his shell to him. Only that was his first mistake as all three of the shadow figures leapt at him and tackled him from behind. Fighting was proved useless as he tried to buck his attackers off, finding no sign of affect on them.
"You were saying?" A blood freezing growl was breathed in his ear slit. "The Master is not going to be pleased with you." That didn't surprise him. Since when has the 'Master' ever been pleased with him. He rolled his eyes as he felt the vampires drag his tied up body along the ground. Of course they were never sincere enough to at least knock him out for this part. But he knew them better then that. They probably enjoyed the fact of how he was so vulnerable right now under the tied tight rope.
"If the Master didn't threaten to use me as his supper I would have killed you by now." 
'Ass kisser.' Raphael so desperately wanted to say. But unfortunately the words came out as muffles through the cloth in his mouth. Only causing the vampires to laugh out loud in utter amusement. They drug his body past buildings, throwing him across alleyways as the biggest and strongest vampire waited on the other side to catch him. But as expected, he was dropped past his fingers and landed so painfully upon the concrete. With an sincere apology, he was picked up and thrown over his shoulder. Raphael knew this was just a comedy act to them all. His mind was filled with all sorts of vile curses for getting himself in this mess for most of the travel, till they finally arrived at an old broken building on the 'bad' side of town. 
Raphael didn't know why there was a bad side of town. There shouldn't even be a side of town at all. The danger was everywhere it seemed like, as long as you were alone and weak in the middle of the night. You were vulnerable no matter what. Sure, vampires had their special places where they could capture humans easier then others. But it only made them the bigger target area for the Vampire Hunter. Though he was more then certain that dumb ass wasn't even going to be near this place. Especially when he needed him the most. Who was he kidding? He knew better then that to know that if Leo was on that next building, he would most likely allow him to be taken away by his 'vampire buddy's'. He would have smirked if his mind wasn't on other things.
Also it would have been hard on his pride if the Vampire Hunter ended up saving him and being his hero instead of him saving himself. Plus, Leo would never let him live it down. By that point he would have to kill himself.
He would give anything as long as he didn't have to see the 'Master'. He refused to give any sort of communication to that douche bag. Even though he could have predicted that would have come to bite him in the ass at some point. And yet, here he was. Being tied up and dragged by three idiots to see his so called father. It was a shameful action, really. One he could have avoided if he was any smarter. If this had happened to him when he was younger he was sure he would have gotten beaten for it. Not that he could blame him.
They dragged his already numb and hurting body into the old and half fallen building. One vampire running ahead and moving a couch from the corner of the room. Loud high pitched squeaking sounds cut through the air as it was found hard on the ears.
"Hey doofus, can you be any louder!? The last thing we need is to alert the whole city!" Raph couldn't help but chuckled to himself only to get a kick to the gut from it.
"Shut it." 
The vampire opened the floor the couch was once covering as he summoned the rest of them to move. The dragging continued much to Raphael's discomfort, but as he feared it only got worse as they refused to pick him up during the walk down the stair way. He was fully limp and hurting by the time it was over as he muffled angry words to his kidnappers. Who-of course-only laughed in reply. None of them have any care of the pain he goes through. He still questions the thought of why they refuse to kill him. 
They dragged him through hall ways, what felt like an eternity to the emerald turtle was only five minutes. They stopped, which surprised Raphael as he was expecting for this pain to last much longer. Lifting his head was a struggle as he very much wanted to know where they dumped him at. He found an old door at the end of the hallway and another bulky looking vampire, sporting a gun in his hands. His three kidnappers and what he assumed was the gaurd talked words that just processed in his head as whispers of meanigless and nuisance sounds.
Suddenly a pull to the ropes that bound his painful body got him to whimper just the slightest. They cut him as they fell to the ground around him, yanking him back up to his feet. He found small but excruciatingly painful cuts and bruises marking his emerald skin from where the ropes tied him down. He hissed with every move they forced him to make as they pushed him torwards the door the gaurd opened up for him. Two gaurds were waiting for him on the other side. He could have fought through them all easily enough. He knew how to fight through pain. He's done it far too many times then a child should be gifted with. But his brain didn't seem to be responding as he just followed the direction they were pushing him in. 
The two new gaurds at his side grabbed roughly then appreciated to his arms and yanked him fast into the dark room. The only light provided was the candles that were lit to give a soft golden creepy glow to the place and also to prevent anyone from running into walls. Even though vampires can see in the darkness far better then humans can, and a lot quicker then the normal mortals eyes as they adjust. There was really no point in the lights. Raphael remembered seeing as a little boy colorful dim christmas lights hanging from the ceiling as this place once looked like those clubs vampires seem to love going to. The smell of copper filling the air and it being so crowded you couldn't avoid bumping into someone from just moving an arm.
Now it just looked like a hard worked on haunted house on halloween after a billionaire donated hundreds of dollars of money into the place. Other then the fact it was half rotten from the bloods mold and underground worms and rat leaving their waists. Unfortunally, vampires were never ones to be neat. Give them a cave or even the sidewalk would be a comforting enough home, but they were never gifted that well as the humans wouldn't allow for those monsters to sleep out in the open. Even if there was that sort of freedom, they would have to sleep with one eye open for anyone who wouldn't agree on such a thing would come up and kill them. Even if they weren't posed as a threat.
Raphael tripped a couple of times on a crinkle in the blood soaked rug, and wasn't able to recover for the gaurds holding him refused to stop. They yanked him back on his feet and gave him a teasing cut along his legs or arms as a warning punishment. Raph gave out a small whimper or hiss, but he demanded to himself to never cry out. No matter how painful it was. 
They stopped so suddenly that he almost fell face first into the ground. But that was already done for him when they threw him down. Unable to catch his balance on time or get his hands in front of him, he crashed on his side on the hard concrete ground. His wounds giving him a double douse of fury. Slowly he managed to push himself up to his knees. Hearing a low and blood chilling growl come from in front of him and he instantly knew who that was without even looking at the shadowy figure. If he wasn't already introduced hundreds of times to those animalistic growls, he would have been afraid. 
"You look so pathetic." His deep voice spat at the emerald turtle. Raphael staid silent, knowing better then to piss off the 'master' more then he already was.
"I thought I taught you better then that." He continued to ignore. Not exactly having a care of what he was telling him.
"Aren't you going to say anything, you shameful piece of crud." 
"What's to say? I think your saying everything all for me." It took many moments before he finally had it in himself to look up. Seeing only the faint shape of what should have been the leader of almost all vampires. The most detail he could see was the crevices in his face that the candle lights shown and his blood glowing red eyes that would scare any vampire out of their wits. All except him, Raphael was more then used to this look. This 'master' always had a thing for dark and spooky. Even if it was just him and the vampire master alone in the same room would he continue to use that mystic evil look.
"I wasn't expecting for you to come."
"Believe me. Neither was I."
"I can't believe those dimwits caught you. This sort of action has brought shamefulness onto me and my teachings."
"Ravish in it." Raph mumbled to himself. But unfortunally vampires also have very good hearing. A bang from the masters fist against the wall echod through the empty and cold concrete room.
"You dare talk down to me!?" The reptile stayed silent. Not exactly knowing how to respond.
"Now that I have your attention, we can move onto the main reason why I wanted you here." He walked more towards Raph, enough that he managed to see the actual liking of his face. He was human yes, but the red eyes and the long fangy teeth made him look like the things in childrens nightmares. His face was as always very serious that Raphael swore that it was frozen that way. Now that he was thinking about it, he can't remember any time this beast actually smiled, let alone laugh. The thought of him laughing put shivers down the turtles spine. That would be more unnatural than a vampire in a middle of a daisy patch. He looked up at the vampire above him and tried his best to match the same serious expression, but to his surprise it was a lot harder then he would have imagined to challenge his gaze.
"I most certainly would like to here why you haven't returned after I sent you on that assignment." 
"Maybe it's because I don't want to." Raph smirked but it immediately was pulled down to a frown when another growl was herd from the monster above him. He struggled with himself to try not to show any hint of fear. When the truth was, he felt terrified. Not that he would ever admit it. Even if his life depended on it.
"I sent you on that mission because I knew you could complete it. Why have you failed me?" Raphael glared hard at him but none the less said nothing.
"Answer me!" Again, nothing was herd from the emerald terrapin.
"I will give you one last chance to redeem yourself." The master walked back into the shadows where no candles were lit. Making the shadows so pitch black even Raphael couldn't see him with his expert vision. The vampire soon returned with a knife in hand. The handle was made of complete ancient vampire ivory. Carvings of grapes and ivy were cut into the handle and the blade was razor sharp all along the edge to the tip. 
"If you fail me one last time you will find this knife plundged in your chest." Raphael eyed the one and only weapon that was made to kill vampires before he looked back up at the master.
"Couldn't you use a regular knife? One not quite as old and dirty?" Raph smirked.
"You don't seriously think a simple knife to the throat is what kills you, do you? It takes either the sun, the explosion that blows every body part you have for miles, or this knife." He gave a confused look.
"Alright, what's the catch?"
"There is no catch except that if you got stabbed with any other knife you would heal, very slowly but you'll heal. With this you would get killed permanently."
"So. . . who do I have to kill?" 
". . . You don't know?" Raph gave him an expression that said 'Are you serious?' But apparently he spent so much time trying to avoid him that he forgot all about the reason the master did send him out. The vampire sighed.
"Our population is decreasing in hundreds. It's time to end this now or we'll be forced to leave this city just to survive. We've been living here ever since they built this place. It's ours." The emerald reptile felt a knot form in his stomach as he prayed to himself that what he feared the vampire was going to tell him wasn't true.
"I want you to kill the Vampire Hunter." The 'master' growled from the name. The words bitter in his mouth. He took out an old dirt filled cloth and wrapped the knife in before disappearing in the shadows once more as he set the knife down in a box and locked it tight before putting the key in his pocket. Walking back over to where he left Raphael. His face had a look of uncertainty, his mind filled with thoughts. His head dropped as he contemplated the ground that was stained with half human blood and half his own. 
"Kill the Vampire Hunter. And I will spare you your life. Refuse. And I'll be sure you join us for supper." The emerald terrapin went through his options once more. He had to admit that getting the Vampire Hunter to just say hi to him was tough. Talking to him was tougher. Getting him to follow him was almost impossible. But yet, he managed it. Getting even a little piece of Leonardo's trust was hard but it wasn't completely impossible. If he had more time, he might even be what the humans consider as friends. That would probably takes years, but he strangely found himself determind. Then killing him. . . That would put such a strain on whatever friendship they got, wouldn't it.
If any vampire ever found out about his encoutner with the murder of monsters. They would behead him right then and there without any sign of mercy. 
"Why do I have to be the one to do this?" He asked slowly.
"Because every other vampire I've sent was killed. I've decided that I would send my best student this time." He crossed his arms over his chest. "I will give you till the next full moon." Another long silence moment was taken as Raphael continued to think about his decision. Putting a strain on the 'Master' as his patients was wearing thin. "Need I remind you that he killed your brother." That got Raphael hard.
"Do we got a deal?" He finally asked when he got tired of waiting. Raphael looked back up at him before he nodded his head.
"You've got yourself a deal." 
. . .
Two nights later. . .
Raphael planned this night from top to bottom. Finally deciding this was the perfect time to take his plan into action. It was a simple plan, really. Just walk up to him. Pretend he was just wanting to talk. Stab him right in the heart and take off. Simple and easy. And it's not like he's never killed anyone before. In fact he had to kill a mother at the age of fifteen as a test to show his skills. 
It wasn't the most enjoyable thing in the world. He cried for about two months and refused to come outside for another couple. He might have gotten over it sooner, but he unfortunately had no one that cared about how he was feeling. Mostly because they had to go through it themselves once. They knew he would get over it sooner or later. But to this day, that test still scarred him deep in his heart. If he ever had to kill for food, it would either be someone who disserved it. Or someone who really wasn't that important. Which got his thoughts twisted all over again. 
He packed himself up and headed up to the roves as soon as the sun went down and the moon came up. He walked half of the roof tops and ran the other half till finally the figure he has been waiting for showed up on a roof. A sword in hand as he was searching an alleyway. Taking a breath and unsheathing a knife from his belt and clenching it tight between his sweaty palms, he crept torwards the other turtle. 
"Hey Leonardo!"