Without hesitation, the soldiers jumped into the boats and started them up, with the mounted M2 Browning and M134 Miniguns, they lit up the forest. The sheer amount of firepower cut down even the thicker trees and turned bushes into plumes of smoke.

“Ha! They got back into the RHIBs! Look at those tracers!”

“Predator drones are within range. We’re firing off two rockets first.”

As the two boats cut down the dense forest, tearing apart small trees and decimating thick bushery, two Hellfire rockets flew straight into the forest, their trails lit up the night sky as it arched into the last known location of the attacker.

“YES! DIE MOTHERFUCKER!”

“FUCK YOU!”

The two happily celebrate as two Chinooks land on the river to pick up the two boats, opening their rear ramps and the RHIBs slide into its fuselage. The helicopters pour power into their tandem rotors and fly away into the night sky. Immediately, the two Generals went into thinking mode. Having just realized they can’t send mindless skeletons as their enemy requires someone capable of higher thinking.

“Okay, we managed to salvage some of the soldiers. But we need to send actual players down there to check the situation.”

“Yea, since we know we respawn, but only at Churches and Cathedrals which only Kingdoms have. We might need to only send the best.”

“Or why not mix in some level one hundred guys? They’re already at what’s considered the normal max level.”

“I don’t know, you know what we saw. There’s some absolutely broken creatures here, and I don’t really like sending trucks to recover respawned members to James or Breznick.”

“What did the envoys of Breznick say? Hashashin really pulled their strings for them to bolt out the airport like that.”

“Look, what we have to do right now is send people down there. Mindless skeletons could only take us so far.”

As the two were having a busy conversation, a Sergeant comes in and salutes.

“Sir, we have received an urgent message from the Governor.”

“What now?”

“He says his daughter has been kidnapped by a Vampire. Last known location was the Village of Crini.”

“Wait a fucking sec, that’s the town we were just checking! Trevor!”

“Should I send the Chinooks back?”

“No, uhhh… have them RTB and I’ll call Paul. He just got back from checking the MSRs. He has time.”

“Okay, Sergeant.”

“Yes, sir!”

“Where the Hell is Paul?”

“He’s last seen on the city streets. The road train driver, Staff Sergeant Steve Grahame said General Paul wanted to be left alone.”

“Ah yea, he must’ve been busy. I hate to say it but get him here immediately.”

Sleeping tightly on a bench, a Humvee comes barreling down the street. Honking at the man resting his body.

“Ah crap, the tax collectors are here.”

The Humvee stops next to him on the street and the Sergeant comes out and salutes.

“Sir! General John and Trevor are calling for you!”

“What time is it? Damn… ugh just when my sleep was getting good.”

“About ten o'clock at night sir.”

“Ah man. There goes another good night’s sleep.”

He boards the Humvee with Bahamut and they start the short ride back to the airport. Paul slaps himself lightly and gets into the mood.

“Give me a quick briefing on what just happened.”

“About thirty minutes ago, a messenger from the Governor of the Region Adamhill visited one of our Outposts with a very bad problem. His youngest daughter was kidnapped by some sort of Vampire.”

“I guess they want me to go and investigate this?”

“Yes sir, that’s the idea.”

“What’re those two gonna do?”

“General Trevor is currently tasked with taking some of our Black Ops soldiers to the North while General John should be able to provide you with air superiority.”

“Exactly how far is the quest from the city?”

“A hundred miles or so sir.”

“I’ll need a Blackhawk then. How powerful is the Vampire? If this is just some Vampire of the night, it shouldn’t require my attention or even my presence.”

“That’s the thing sir. They recently went to the Village of Crini to investigate a sudden Vampire outbreak. The squad they sent… Level one hundred Black Ops skeletons got torn apart.”

“Holy crap… That's no joke. Is this Vampire some sort of a Lord or Purebred?”

“I don’t think so sir, Lord maybe. But if it’s a Purebred, I’m sure the nearby towns would’ve already been turned.”

“I guess so but a Lord is just as bad. We’ll need more players then.”

As the two drive through the bridge that crosses through the canal and heads straight into the highway which leads to the airport, Paul was already busy on the radio commanding his men and getting them to mobilize immediately.

The Humvee reaches the airport and he immediately exits and starts walking to the security wing where Trevor and John were. After a minute of fast walking, he makes it to the command room. It was one of the conference rooms which was turned hastily into operations and planning.

“Yo, I heard you guys called?”

“Yea, big problem.”

“Look, if this is one of those types of anime tropes. We should be able to cut them off right? I have jets already taking off. This is a VIP capture type quest. You better get your Green Beret’s ready.”

“If a bunch of level one hundred skeletons can’t kill the thing, what’ll my level eighty Green Berets do?”

“See, those Black Ops skeletons were purely mindless summons. But you're Green Berets have squad leaders that’re players right? That should give us some edge.”

“This sounds good and all but what air support do I have? I already called some MRAPs, APCs and IFVs rolling to the Village.”

“Probably some A-10s, Apaches, Predator Drones and Fighting Falcons. If I find the time, I might be able to route an AC-130 Gunship to you. Since due to your rank, you will have all available support we can get to you.”

“I see, ugh. I might need to transform into the skeleton form. I don’t want to get bit by those bloodsuckers.”

“We don’t know who the Vampire is, but you can expect for him to be very high level.”

“No shit Sherlock.” He then transforms into his skeleton disguise. Even in this form, the two red glowing eyes still shine with his schemes.

“I’ll go immediately, every waking moment I waste here is him gaining further advantage in range.”

He goes back to his quarters in the wing and takes his Colt Python Revolvers and changes his outfit to that of his General Service Uniform, his Oxford Shoes click and clack as he walks down the hallway, hurriedly headed to the Blackhawk awaiting him on the Airports tarmac where Green Berets awaited him.

“Sir! Alpha and Bravo team are ready for your orders.”

“Good, board up. Do you have your Knight uniform and weaponry with you?”

“Yes sir, as ordered, we’ve brought with us our armor. They’re all in the back of the MRAPs, so it wouldn’t take much mana to teleport them to us and wear them immediately.”

“Good.” He pulls out his revolver and spins it like a gunslinger as he boards the Blackhawk. Three helicopters escorted by Apaches take off from the airport, heading straight Southwest to the Village of Crini. It was after an hour or so of non stop flight did they reach it. Down below, the mechanized force Paul called in from the surrounding area was already waiting. Dead Vampires litter the village ground, the soulless skeleton soldiers continually guard the perimeter awaiting further orders. He could see fresh trails from the mud on the dirt path as the chopper flew low just above the treeline.

“Get me out of here. I want all units to follow that trail that heads West. Seems that it was just previously used.”

The skeleton soldiers board the M1126 Strykers and M-ATV MRAPs following the trail.

It was after a few minutes did they find a carriage parked on the side of the road. He could see it’s drawn by four undead horses and has a very scary aura to it.

“Alright, Pilot. Take us close to that carriage, they can already hear us anyways. Bravo, I want you to drop down. Standard RoE. Take the VIP and let’s go.”

“Copy on all, out.”

The Blackhawk hovers on the treeline, a hundred meters from the carriage and the soldiers fast roping from the helicopters. Due to the limited visibility, the men put their night vision goggles down. Guns up, they walk to the well decorated and expensive carriage. Tactically looking in all directions, suddenly a Dracula-like Vampire teleports behind Paul. He was quick with his revolver, he spun around as the bloodsucker was about to appear and fired a shot. The bullet was so powerful it went through the left side passenger door of the Blackhawk.

Down on the ground, the carriage’s six horses suddenly fired to life and with insane speed started pulling it through the path. Bravo Team wanted to shoot but noticed that the carriage was made out of wood, their bullets would pierce it easily if they weren’t careful. It was so fast after the thought, the carriage was already hundreds of meters away, the team then ran to the second Blackhawk.

As the transport helicopter tilts forward to gain speed, the mechanized force passes them by, going at high speeds on the dirt road. Hellbent on catching up to the Vampire’s carriage. As the army slowly gets closer, they then reach swamp land. The horses were able to pull it through the deep mud but the heavy MRAPs and armored vehicles had a hard time. Having to go slow and in low gear, Paul makes the choice not to leave the men behind and the helicopter drops him down with Green Berets.

“Alpha, help out the vehicles. Get the chains and drawbars.”

“Copy. Out.”

It was after an hour that they managed to get through the swamp, the helicopters had to wave off and refuel. Paul was on the front MRAP with Green Berets. As they plough through the swamp, a massive Orc stands up a few meters in front of them. Guns immediately open fire, disorienting and cutting down the massive beast. The rain of .50 bullets, 5.56s and 7.62s churmed it into multiple pieces, One of the Green Beret’s steps out of the second vehicle and takes a rocket launcher from the back of the MRAP and fires it to the head of the Giant Orc.

“Good work Alpha. I’ll need that SMAW shooting kills when we fight the Vampire. C’mon, everyone, hassle.”

The Giant Orcs body slowly sinks in the swamp land as Alligators start eating its corpse. After the swamp, the convoy encounters a group fighting Demons on the road; they were using a mixture of swords and guns while wearing polos and kevlar vests. The convoy opens up, killing the Unholy machinations before it could kill more of the unknown men. Seeing the armored convoy, they quickly raise their hands. The Green Beret’s first exit the vehicles, forming a firing line. Then Paul followed.

“Excuse me, who are you people?”

“We’re mercenaries, what’s the United States Army doing here? Looking for oil even after death?” The Mercs laugh at the joke. Making a fool of the well armed undead men.

“Have you been sent here by the Governor?”

“Yes, he's paying a hefty sum of Gold and Silver to anyone who can bring his daughter back home.”

“I get the feeling you people have already killed natives of this land?”

“Dude, it’s been six months since we’ve been transported here. No way we would last without killing anyone.”

“I see your point, Merc. What’s your level?”

“You first bonehead.”

“Two hundred.”

“Ah fuck, a tryhard. Just what I needed, explains the overpowered modern vehicles. Level forty, some of us are at fifty.”

“I see, then I recommend you stay out of our way. My soldiers here are not keen on listening, they’d rather shoot first, ask later. I highly doubt your rifles and swords could penetrate Kevlar Class Four.”

“I get it, but we’ll still keep trying.”

“Go ahead, but we won’t fight each other. Capiche?”

“Sure Dad. C’mon guys, let’s pack it up.”

Paul signals for the Green Beret’s to get back into the mine resistant vehicles, and the convoy once again starts rolling. The lead vehicle was going so fast the headlight could be seen just zooming through the forest as it slowly turned into an open plain. There, he orders all units to stop and to form a line. He hops out and takes the binoculars from one of the soldiers and starts looking around on top of a Stryker APC.

In a minute or so, one of the Green Beret’s spots the carriage out in the open, about a kilometer away from them. Knowing that if they tried to approach it, it would just run away, he ordered the men to take out their Sniper rifles and start ranging them. Target, the horses or reins of the carriage.

“Alpha, take the shot if you feel like it.”

“Ro- I got one target headed right towards us.”

“Bravo, to Alpha, can confirm, one of my skeletons is reporting a person is approaching.”

“Take cover right now, I’ll talk to him.”

The soldiers quickly take cover, picking up the Sniper rifles and hiding behind the armored vehicles. Paul walks to the front to talk to the man. His red crimson eyes pierce through the darkness of the land. Seeing this, he takes AN/PRC-163 out and clicks the speak button.

“Uhhh… the Stryker behind me. Open your spotlight.”

The APC’s crew follows the order and opens it. Pointed at the unknown man approaching them. Due to the sudden flash of bright light, the stranger was covering his face with an all black leather cape. “A Lord. Just what I needed.” Paul muttered to himself as he pulled out his revolver and spun its cylinder to indicate it was loaded. The Vampire was unfazed by the intimidation and continually approached him. They were meters apart when he pointed his revolver at his heart.

“Okay, Lord Edge. How’s your Twilight story going so far?”

“I see another one after me.”

“Are you gonna hand over that lady, or are we gonna have a problem?”

“I apologize, but I must implore you to leav-'' He had a very soft and kind voice, but Paul wasn’t having any of it. Stepping closer and not taking no for an answer.

“Leave? Excuse me, but you turned an entire innocent village into thirsty bloodsucking vampires. I can’t let you leave, you’ll have to pay your due and get judged by society.”

“I only wanted to talk to them, but they attacked me.”

“Well no shit Sherlock. If you were to walk into a village out in the middle of the forest, I wouldn’t be riding a carriage that came from the depths of Hell while looking like Count Dracula.”

“I understand your sentiments, but I wanted to show them that peace could be achieved between us Vampires and Humans. Please don’t be angered, I take responsibility.”

“I’m angry because your little adventure cut off my good sleep and affected innocent people. Now, will you comply or do I have to get violent?”

“Hm, it seems that talking to you won’t work...” The looks Vampire looks down, obviously disappointed, but to Paul. This just adds more anger to him, as he’s threats aren't being taken seriously.

“Sure as Hell won’t boy. Now, turn around. Hands behind your back and-”

The Vampire suddenly disappears, the spotlight of the Stryker is destroyed in a second and Paul casts various spells to level the playing field. He runs more into the open, luring the monster of the night into a one on one. The soldiers in cover peek out and could see the two fighting head on. His shooting was accurate with this dual wielding Revolvers, every opening he spotted, the General would shoot but the Vampire could easily dodge it. The revolver’s double action rate of fire kept the Bloodsucker at bay but it only held six rounds and he was already through half of it.

After spending the Twelve shots, the two suddenly stood still against one another. The Moon was over the Vampire, he could see the man's glossy jet black hair reaching his neck with an extremely tall height, a pale white skin coupled with a handsome face along with a strong jawline. His entire outfit was made of black leather, even his smart shoes with a Gothic Victorian Suit underneath.

“Holy crap, you're wearing high heels under that cloak?”

“Funny, who’re you undead man?”

“Woah, excuse me sir. But I’m well and alive. Vigorous even, now what grinds my gears is the fact that you know, I have twelve bullets in both of my revolver cylinders and waited till I spent them all. You’re a player aren’t you? I’ve seen your kind before, The ones that call themselves Vampires of the High Society am I correct?”

“Yes, that is true. I’m formerly a leader of a Manor. But when the switch happened, I was all but alone.”

“I see, how about this then. Stop this craziness, we’ll bring you lodging to our modern city and figure out things there?”

“Thank you for your offer, but I’ve already made my own plans.”

“I see, well how about this. Hand over the lady. What, you're gonna take her back to our world or some cliche shit like that? Let’s end this now and move on.”

“Who says I’m gonna return?”

“You son of a- Look, don’t you have a family to return to?”

“No.”

Knowing the futility of the situation, his grip on his revolver’s handle tightens. Quickly jolts the guns sideward and ejects the spent casings.

“Look, you're a Vampire. This stupid love of yours is nothing but a blink of an eye for you. Just return to us, we’ll figure something out when we all return to our world. Killing you is very counterproductive as you’d just return and continue this stupidity. Wasting time and valuable resources over a single noblewoman.”

“We both know that, hence we’ll run away from this land to a place where we can love one another peacefully.”

“Run away? With us behind your back. I highly doubt it. Where are you gonna run to? Another continent? We’re just a few hours away, you know?”

“Hmph. You still don’t know a lot about this place huh?”

“Ha-ha-ha, yes we don’t. That’s true, but if I’m sent on a mission, I’ll finish it one way or the other. Where do you even think of going? What, do you expect a wonderful happy ending where you can bang the Governor’s daughter twenty four seven on a land far far away? C’mon, I’m an Otaku myself. I can see right through your stupidity.”

“For you, it might be stupid. But for me and her, it’s for our love and for it to blossom. You might not know, but love is a very powerful feeling. I love her, I truly do and she loves me back. That’s enough of a reason for me to justify all this madness, We’ve already made up our mind to go through this till the end.”

“Have you seen what you did? An entire fucking village is dead. If we were back in our world, you’d be charged for mass manslaughter and child slaughter. Do you not see the errors of your ways? We're picking up the pieces of your fuckery and are forced to unfuck it.”

“I know, it wasn’t my intention to do so.”

“You're a Vampire, blood thirst will get you running like a crack addict. This isn’t a game anymore, you're now the real deal and what you're doing is costing lives.”

As the two continue to argue, a message is sent to the Green Beret’s squad leader behind the mine resistant vehicle.

“Stormtrooper One, You have Darkside, Flight of four F-Sixteens Block Two at Angels One-Two pushing South of your AO.”

“Stormtrooper copies.”

The flight of four fighter jets soar through the skies, blasting through the air as they approach the area.

“I guess negotiations are over. Let’s just fight then. What a waste of words.”

“Same goes to you sir. Whoever you are.”

“Names Paul, Paul Jackson. Commanding officer of the mechanized forces of Eldwood. Knight-General and Head of Army forces.”

“Lord Caine Wall of Manor Nightwatchers. Lord Ranked Vampire, Hundred Percent Purebred, Pleased to meet you.”

Paul reloads his two revolvers and looks at the Green Beret behind the MRAP. He gestures for a gun to be thrown at him. The soldier throws an M4A1 SOPMOD assault rifle and he picks it up. Slinging it to his back and points his revolvers at the Vampire.

He fires a shot and the bloodsucker immediately disappears and reappears behind him, knowing this type of fighting, he dodges and fires another shot. One of the mine resistant vehicles turned on and started driving to the carriage, blitzing the open plains as the two were busy fighting toe to toe.

Caine sees this and teleports away to the MRAP. With a mere punch, it flips on its side, denting the thick armor inwards as a bullet hits him on the shoulder from Paul’s revolver, his skulls blue eyes looks at him with an intent to murder and he once again just dissappears. The armored convoy started moving and the carriage was once again on the run.

The vehicles were able to catch up on the carriage on the open ground. As it gets close, Paul with the Green Beret’s open the doors of the mine resistant vehicles and like a man on a mission, he makes his way to the hood and stands on top of it as it gets closer.

When it got extremely close, he jumped to its roof. Immediately grabbing the handles and attempts to open the doors on the right side. Unable, he simply punches through the glass window and unlocks it from the inside with his boney hands. He steps in and could see Caine hugging a young beautiful woman on a couch. He points his revolver at the two, ready to shoot.

“Last and final fucking warning. Hand her over.” to his dismay, the two remain silent as the carriage carries on. He walks closer planning to grab the young lady by the arms and take her back forcefully

“Please, just let us be. We won’t hurt anyone anymore I swear.” Her voice was so kind and innocent, perfectly pairing her beautiful face and body.

“Ma’am, try telling that to the children that were killed in the village.” Caine suddenly takes the longsword that was on display on the wall and attempts to pierce Paul through the chest, he dodges and fires another shot which barely missed him by an inch.

Just as he was about to finally grab the woman, the longsword went through his chest. Piercing his skeletal body. He looks down and sees the tip of the sword in front of him. Now angered, he grips the swords pommel behind him and pulls it out. He turns around and an arrow comes flying through the left window, shattering the glass. The steel arrow goes into his skull and embeds it on the carriage’s right wall, just behind the door.

He grips it, pulling it out when Caine kicks him out of the carriage, he tries to hold onto something but is effectively thrown out. He stands up in a few seconds and hops into an MRAP continuing the chase.

“Hannibal to air support, are you there?”

“Yes sir, this is Darkside. Over.”

“There’s someone or something firing arrows at the convoy's left side. Do you see anything on your thermals?”

“Negative. The Forest about eight hundred meters to your left is clear of movement.”

“Fuck. Who did that? I was so close! Alpha, what’s that girl's name again?”

“Isabella sir. Blue eyes and dark long hair.”

“Yep, that was her. Damn it!” he hits the dash out of anger.

The chase continues through the early morning, as the Moon slowly sinks on the horizon. The convoy goes into another forest. After a while the shores could be seen on their left.

“I see now, he has a boat or something. Darkside, I want you to send two of your jets to scan the shores, report back any vessels moored or docked.”

“Copy, sending Darkside Three and Four to investigate.”

The flight of four jets split into two, with afterburners on. The aircrafts blast past them, flying to the horizon to an abandoned Port Town that has a red Galleon moored over its dock, with strange looking Knights littering around its vicinity.

“This is Darkside Three, I have eyes on a lot of tangos on a derelict Port Town. Seems to be abandoned. Break, Targets are Knights, no heat signatures, over.”

“Hannibal Copies, Rejoin Darkside One and continue to watch over us, the Sun is rising, if my memory is correct. We might have a chance.”

“Alpha One, Remember how Vampires are afraid of the Sun?”

“Yes sir.”

“Exactly, we’ll be using that to our advantage.”

“Uhhh… wait one. I just hope they burn up and receive massive debuffs when the morning is up just like any Vampire player.”

“Don’t worry, this world follows fantasy style rules, unless it's someone truly powerful, the playing field is leveled.”

“Yes sir.”

“All callsigns, keep trailing them. They’re gonna run into an abandoned Port Town full of Vampires. Seeing how they're out in the open. I’m guessing those are the ones resistant to the Sun. But they should still receive minor debuffs. Disregard RoE unless VIP within your area.”

The Sun slowly rises, fighting begins in the Port Town. Some guests were ahead of them the entire time. Unfazed, the carriage with the trail of armored vehicles following it entered the East gate at high speed. Going through the chaotic mess as Mercenaries fight the Vampiric Knights. The roads became tight and small, forcing the MRAPs and APCs to slow down while the Horses continued their pace, escaping into the maze of the alleyways and streets.

“Okay, all units disembark. I want three of the Strykers with two squads on foot to rush to the Port, the carriage went straight to the center. My guess is the Church, so I want the two MGS with the 105 millimeter on me and the Green Berets, make haste!”

The men quickly followed orders and the players immediately ordered their skeletons to start moving to the center. The slashing of swords and gunshots paired with screaming of men could be heard as the fighting ensued. The team tactically move through the dark alleyways, the Sun lit up the streets and the men fought their way through both Mercenaries and Knights

Their radios blare as the other squads storming the Port start requesting air support. Bombs and missiles start dropping from the skies and hit around the docks. Paul and his men fight their way to the Church, popping out of the alleyway and immediately see the carriage parked outside. Guarded by Crimson Vampire Knights.

“Darkside, I’m requesting close air support. Danger close, on the Church entrance, Bombs and Guns!”

“Copy on all Hannibal, we’re turning around now. Twenty millimeters and Two GBU Twelves. Stay tight.”

The fighter jet came into the other side, sweeping through the entrance. The bombs were so powerful the garden in front of the Church entrance got swept by the explosion. Large explosive bullets rain down the street and the jets come in for another run with their guns, the Green Berets pick off the remaining Vampires.