Within the decrepit village, where fires burn unattended and corpses lay strewn in the path, our protagonist lurked behind a fence as two lycans wielding sharp farm tools passed him by. Y/n watched through picket fence as they passed, on a nearby roof he saw a lycan walk across it holding a bow.

Y/n kept low as he crawled into a nearby house, pulling a bookshelf in front of the door the lycan with the bow jumped down and pushed on the door to no effect due to the blockade.

The grunts of annoyance were clear, the shadow passes over a boarded window, Y/n tucked himself behind a cupboard just before the lycan starts pulling on one of the boards off the window while Y/n took a deep breath holding his Beretta with a steady grip.

That shrill siren shook the lycan, he took off after the prey a blur of beastly shadows followed suit.

Y/n let out a sigh of relief, prayers to soul who took the heat off him but now he could search the building.

Luckily in one of the drawers he found a new bottle of healing solution and spare 9mm rounds on a table.

Underneath a fallen desk Y/n came across a set of bolt cutters.

Probably could use these...

He slung them onto his belt and moved his barricade from the door and stepped outside.

A hand rips through the roof grabbing Y/N by the hair ripping him through the wood and hay. Pulled up a lycan with a shovel beats Y/n across the face with it sending him to the edge. He aims his gun backwards and fires a shot to the lycan's leg blowing out its knee.

Then fires three rounds into it face; however, the creature still had fight in it. The shovel came down but a narrow shot from Y/n's gun shatter the wood severing the metal head from the tool.

Y/n jumps up kicking the lycan in its wounded knee, it falters and kneels granting Y/n the chance to pistol whip the lycan across the mouth sending it rolling off the roof.

The lycan falls but another takes its place as an arrow nails a chimney less then a foot away from Y/n. The roofs across the village had a sentry each, a lycan with a bow and flaming arrows aimed his way.

Cocksucker!

He jumps off the roof as several flaming arrows pelt the rooftop, landing on the lycan he smacked he cleans up his mess by firing off two more rounds in the back of the lycans head.

Y/n hopped the fence and bolted down the road, ahead of him a lycan on horse back came charging at him. Y/n fires off two shots as he detours down another road blocked by a tractor but he slides under it with practiced precision.

The horserider had lost his prey, meanwhile two lycan burst from a house Y/n was sprinting passed; however, the last bullet in his clip was a deadeye to the lantern above causing a cloud of ash and glass to blind them.

He turned the corner amd spotted three lycans with bows readied, the three arrows come close but miss as Y/n finds a hole beneath a house to duck under.

The underneath of the home was dim and wet, but the lycan didn't spot it as he watched the horse rode passed while the howling grew further away.

Just as Y/n catches his breath a head falls on his making him jump, aiming his gun at a corpse of an elderly man with a bullet wound through the eye.

That corpse wasn't alone though, four or five bodies lay cold, bloody, and pale in the dark. One them had a death's grip on what looked a rifle.

Y/n crawled over eagerly, but as he prepared to pry to the frozen digits off the grip a slithering or writhing in the darkness stopped him. A lycan turned his head from his meal, entrails in his jaw and ready to howl.

Y/n ripped the gun free and shoved the butt into the lycans face before it could alert the others, the barrel in its mouth but the risk of pulling the trigger was to great.

So instead Y/n pulls out his knife then stabbed the lycan in the head not once, not twice, not three times but nearly fifteen till it stopped squirming.

{Thoughts} This place... Is infested... How the hell did anyone survive this... That hag, Travis... I could already be dead maybe from sleeping in the cold for too long? No, no your better then that... Suicide? Purgatory? Makes more sense then werewolves on horses firing flaming arrows... Fuck... Fuck... Fuck... All this for nothing- NO, your not dead... Not yet, you came for answers you'll get them... At the castle...

He used his sleeves to wipe the lycans blood from his face, then inspected the gun itself.

Your standard issue farm-hand double barrel, but empty. 'Firing it earlier wouldn't have mattered' he sighed in the back of his mind.

Pulling the corpse of the previous owner to him though, equipped Y/n with four shells. He popped two in and pocketed the others. From there he peeked out from the foxhole and towards the castle he noticed a drainage system or waterway with a gate.

He threw his arm through the loop of the shotgun strap and hurried to cover behind a wagon. Lycan were lurking on rooftops but every chance he had when backs were turned got him to the drainage gate.

A 5-foot rusted steel gate blocked him now, luckily the bolt cutters were big enough for the luck. He clamped and required some effort but the lock fell with a clang. Y/n ripped open the gate just in time for a steel bolt to penetrate his shoulder.

Y/n cried out in agony as the barded bolt pulled back, a cable leading back to a lycan on horse instead held a crossbow like a fishing rod.

The scuffle had drawn in the horde, including the Alpha who watched from afar. Y/n being dragged through the dirt listening to the crank but he found a root to grab.

Holding on and gritting his teeth he could feel the barbs pulling through his flesh, grinding steel to bone until he reached back and pulled on the cable.

The cable gave and the lycan hunter falls off his steed, Y/n bolts for the drain clutching his arm. The horde advanced on him, the iron gate wouldn't hold them off without a new lock.

However, the bolt in his was long enough to jam the door shut. He saw the Alpha approaching and the hunter regain his balance, with a stare of determination he pulls the bolt out in a single sweep and bars the door as the lycans crash into it.

He stared into the mosh pit of feral teeth and endless hunger, but he looked passed locking eyes with the Alpha before he turned away to reenter the village. Y/n did the same, they knew this wasn't over but for now their paths separated.

[ 1 Hour Later ]

Deeper and Deep he walked, head tilted to the side to avoid the roof while his boots sloshed through water. The reached far and was only lit by his chest light, but the warmth applying that healing solution distracted Y/n as he walked face first into something.

{Thoughts}..... I hate this place....

The light illuminated a ladder leading up from the drains, Y/n could keep travelling the darkness or explore the light bleeding through a grate at the top of the ladder... Obvious choice.

Pushing open the grate, Y/n found himself in a wine cellar. Rows and rows of red wine lined the shelves glistening in the torch light as he climbed up.

{Thoughts} Id have a higher opinion of this place if i hadn't nearly died multiple times just to get here...

The red shimmer of each full bountiful bottle made Y/n thirsty but a wine tasting was not on the list. He found a door that to stairs upwards, once at the top of the stairs he was memorized by the brilliance if the castle interior.

The lobby had a chandelier hanging up as high as the second floor, the room warmed by the fireplace that revealed a painting of three girls marked 'Daughters of Dimitrescu'.

Y/n walked completely through entranced until a fly landed on his forehead.

Ack! No...

He swatted at it brushing it away, it flew off behind him as a dozen or so more began swarming around him.

Come now man blood~ it's so hard for us to resist such a delicious scent.

The sweat... The desperation... The blood~

And quite the handsome meal at to grace our doorstep~

Before Y/n could respond the swarm was become more lively, buzzing loudly then suddenly the buzzing sound more like... Laughter.

Turning around he only caught a glimpse as a massive cloud of black swept his feet out from under him and dragged the protagonist across the floor on his back.

Instead of hitting the wall he wad forced off the ground, taking flight upto the second floor where the swarm had now taken shape.

Three sisters in black dragged him through the castle halls with urgency and joy, the last door he burst through when tossed in coming to a stop whilst staring at the ceiling.

Coming into view were the three gothic sisters all smirking at him but with no laughter, a more regal posture now unbeknownst to him as of why.

{Thoughts} Flies or not... They're kinda cute... Fuck sake, they just abducted you! But why?!

Mother we bring some rather exotic food this time~

Is that right my dear?

A chair in front if the fireplace shifted as this gorgeously tall, ivory cloaked, pale skinned temptress arose from it.

She turned to Y/n, he disinterest peaked to a smirk, sauntering over her ample bosom bounced. He found himself hypnotized by her bounce and the sway of those luscious hips.

: Well well~ the soldier graces us with his presence... May you look flush, scared?~

More so taken back by how fucking gorgeous you all are that id kill an entire country if it meant getting you out of that dress...

End of Ch.3

Quick Note: A little longer this time around but I thought it be fun to introduce a new enemy and give some extra firepower before we get into the kinky stuff.