Hunt and Be Hunted

Once back to our apartment I cracked open my mystery; the black book bound with leather; pure white pages greeted me and I can feel how giddy it's making me.

Slowly my surroundings disappear from my mind as I focus on the pages under my nose; a long forgotten language.

A word phrase keeps showing out in the first few pages "Blood Hunters," I don't find much on these creatures though my deciphering of the text; just the same thing over and over again being retold by different ponies.

There are two of them according to the text; a brother and sister of sorts who need blood to keep their never-ending life going.

These "feedings" as they are called are said to create servants if it doesn't kill the poor souls they will walk the earth for the remainder of their lives seeking out new victims for them to feed from.

Their are only faint conversations of how to hunt them only saying they like to rest in a place they call sanctuary but they don't quite know what that is for these blood hunters.

I can hear faint movement from Derpy as she raids the kitchen for a snack of some kind.

I can feel her gaze on my furrowed brow and shortly after she is gone - "to find a Blood Hunter one must be a tortured soul" - this thought runs through my head over and over again.

Do these creatures really exist outside of myth? Are they really blood thirsty or misunderstood? this is turing into one really good mystery.

I finish the book and lay it down.

My ears perk up "Derpy?" no response.

I push my aching body up from the coach.

"Where are you Derpy?" still no response

I start searching the apartment.

An open door; it's been broken.

I walk into the kitchen and stop dead still.

Broken dishes, ruined food, and something red; please just be hot sauce.

I examine the red and my wish is not fulfilled; I don't know who's blood though.

I frown as I continue to search the kitchen for a clue; another mystery…

I picked up this card from the ground and stared down at the words.

"Need a rest? Why not come to Manehattan's finest? The Lost Parlor Salon" I winced.

This is no mere coincidence; to downtown Manehattan then.

I grab a scarf on my way out to fight of the chill on the streets.

What will be at the salon?