Yallo! This is just a joke chapter. I saw this idea in another ff I like to read and I decided I'll do it too!
It's meant to be a chapter that you guys can read while I write the chapters for the mass upload event on Tuesday. It also helps me gradually improve my writing skills.
For future reference, if you see a title like this one (JC #___), then it's just a joke chapter to keep you from being bored.
I hope you enjoy them, but let me know if you dislike them. Enjoy!
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The wind howls like a deranged wolf lost in the bloodlust if the hunt.
The rain whips violently drenching all who dare brave its fury in a cold bath, except they never got the soap.
The city skyline is buried in the haze of the misty rain that is being pushed around like piggy Daniel before he met Lance.
But alas, there in the clouds, lighting up this dreary night sky, is the beacon the residents of the city have come to feel grateful for.
It's not hope that the beacon represents, nor joy that follows in its illumination.
Nay.
It is the resolute certainty, the unwavering expectation and conviction that somewhere in the dark and somber night in this city they call home an action is being carried out.
Carried out by an extraordinary figure who is barely more than an urban myth. But in their hearts they know.
Tonight, the hero they call upon in desperate times of need is undoubtedly seeking the very thing all who are wronged crave more than all else...
Justice...
[Roof of the Precinct]
"Commissioner, you summoned me?" I ask gruffly, my sights trained on the short and hefty figure before me, his stocky frame prominent under his trench coat.
His weathered face shows signs of aging, and his head and mustache is peppered with gray hairs that compliment his already fully gray beard.
He takes off his hat and breathes a heavy sigh, one that shows weariness no one should have to bear.
He turns, no longer startled like in his younger days. He looks me over with that cold incalculable gaze, as if he himself is trying discovery for himself the secret to my immortality.
"You came." He states simply, his face showing no change.
"I heard about your retirement," I say bluntly, ignoring his words.
"Everyone's heard, Vlaad. But the only ones who care are you and Emily." He sighs heavily, his brow furrowing the only indication of his decades of weariness.
"I'm so tired, Vlaad. I've given everything to this job in order to protect this city. But the city's taken from me. It's time I hand in the badge," he says.
"Commissioner Park," I say my voice raspy. "Daniel... You're the only one I can trust. No one can do what you do..."
Daniel looks at me, and for a brief moment, his older, stocky, weathered frame overlaps with the image of him when I first met him. The youthful and excited face. His fat body sweating as I trained him to be my assistant. The day he walked away to join the Precinct. Those days had long been over. He'd grown old. Just as all humans do.
His grunt pulls me from the memories flickering before me in my mind.
"I'm sorry, Vlaad. You're the only one who's immortal. I'm not like I used to be 30 years ago. I'm long past my prime. It's better to leave these kinds of things to the younger generation. Not an old man like me," He says, gazing off in the distance with a small wistful chuckle.
My mouth opens and then closes.
He's right. He's done enough for this city. He deserves to have of his own. I guess I'll just have to go back to the normal routine. The only way that's natural to a vampire like me....
Alone...