The Tenth Elite

Ch 1: Vampire Hunter

With one heave I chopped her head off.

The job was nothing hard, just a newly turned abandoned by her master. Too bad she wasn't strong enough to resist her new dark side.

I pull out a bottle of lighter fluid.

You have to be 18 to join the agency, so I have only been employed here a few months. Most of my cases have been like this, newly turned vamps too weak to resist the dark.

After dousing the body, I light a match.

Not that I don't enjoy the work, but I'm hoping to be promoted soon. I want to be doing real jobs, with real corrupt vampires, not their victims.

I drop the match, waiting till the body is fully burned before leaving.

I head back to my 2000 Toyota Corolla.

Another reason I'm hoping for promotion is I need the income.

I drive to one of the agency's many headquarters and head to the front desk.

"Name and rank," the man behind the desk asks, or more like demands.

"Kody, Private."

After showing my identification he hands me a pass and I head towards the 'debriefing' room for low-levels like me. It's not much of a debriefing room as most of what happens is people stopping in to give a short report and take their next job.

I fill out a form with every detail of how my assignment went, before signing it and handing it to the official on duty. She hands me a seemingly empty folder then sends me on my way.

This is how it has been my few months working here. I get the thinnest folder, locate the 'threat', then carry out the instructions. Pretty easy. It's not exactly the thrilling missions I was expecting, but then again, I am the lowest rank. Luckily the promotion is in a couple weeks and my marks are looking great.

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I get out of bed and take a shower, before putting a coffee on in the kitchen. I sit down to read my job for today, opening the folder to be greeted by the image of a younger looking male, age 23 according to the file, who preys on his victims at a park not too far from my apartment.

I decide to walk as it's a fairly nice day and I can always use the exercise.

I've been walking around the park for about an hour before I decide to take a break.

I make my way over to a bush of beautiful, bright flowers.

There's probably every color of the rainbow just in these couple bushes.

I reach out and hold a gorgeous orange flower that catches my attention. I feel the flower droop in my grasp. With a sigh, I take back my hand.

Every witch is born with a specific magic skill that comes naturally to them. You can try to learn other skills; they will just be harder to master and not as strong as your natural ability. My ability is something along the lines of absorption. I sort of absorb the living energy from things. I limit my contact with others, as even just shaking hands with me can be physically draining to someone.

As soon as a witch turns five, their parent or guardian is required to bring their child in to get their ability recorded. If not, the agency is sent.

They recorded my power as energy draining, but when I turned ten, it developed past that. My parents didn't dare tell anyone about my developing abilities, lest they wanted to be held accountable by the agency. They limited my contact with others when after hanging out with one of my friends, I began to develop her ability, like a witch does when they are turning five.