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Saturday: November 3, 2007
Who: Hayate [Narrative]
When: Nighttime
Where: Northwest Mountains
What: It’s time for a harpy slaughtering.

A gentle ticking sound echoed throughout the air, the wind sifting through his hair with its invisible fingers, as the vampire’s silent footsteps drew toward the darkened corner of the mountainside. The ticking was inside of his head, resounding in the corners of his skull like a nursery rhyme. Hayate hummed a tune with barely vibrating vocal chords, entertaining himself as if this were an idle pastime he were engaging in after dark. All of the harpies were sleeping, the females watching over the nest of babies.

Removing his sword from its sheath, the silver blade glistening under starlight from above, Hayate approached their open abode. Closer and closer he drew to the babies in their nest, his eyes searching for the sight of something that would released a glimmer into the darkness.

There.

Hayate spotted the necklace in the nest. Using his sword, he gently managed to scoop up the necklace and remove it from their bed. He dropped the necklace into his hand and pocketed it. That part was easy enough, but here came the real fun. Hayate smiled in a devilish way as he sheathed his sword and opened the bottle of alcohol. As soundlessly as possible, Hayate began to soak the nest with alcohol. He pulled out the unlit torch, previously soaked with alcohol, and lit it with his lighter.

The torch went up in flames, and Hayate threw it into the nest. Suddenly, the harpies awoke and screeched loudly into the air. The babies were cooking alive in the flames, many of the females shrieking in horror as they flapped their wings — perhaps in some hope to put out the flames, but they only fanned them and caused them to grow. Then, they noticed him.

Hayate drew out his sword, gritting his teeth as he beheaded the first harpy that came towards him. Another came, and Hayate sliced it open. The bird screeched and fell to the ground, its insides splattering on the stone beneath his feet. Each movement of his sword was quick, slaughtering the birds as they neared him. They were not as fast as him. Mother after mother fell to the ground, even as the rest of the swarm awoke and came to see what sort of havoc was being wrecked upon their home.

Finally, enough of their attention was drawn towards the fire that Hayate left, mostly undetected, to disappear into the night — save for one of the lone harpies, staring angrily off to see the intruder escaping into the distance.