Drained of Blood (Chapter one)

"My name?" The man questioned, staring at the other man. "You want to know my name?" He asked, the tip of his sword against the other man's neck. The other man was on the floor, starting to break into a cold sweat.
The man who was holding the sword put his free hand to his chin, thinking. "What is my name?" He asked no one in particular. "I'm a bounty hunter..." He stated, his red eyes glowing in the darkness of the night.
"Yes, I am a bounty hunter, and my name-" He trailed off, lifting his sword high. The man on the floor's eyes went wide and he tried to scramble out of reach. "You can call me Van." The bounty hunter said, swinging his sword downward. The sword sliced cleanly through the man's neck. His head hit the ground with a loud thump.
"But then again you won't be saying much of anything now will you?"
He smiled revieling his teeth, all philed to a point. Grabbing the severed head by its hair he stuffed it into a sack, not worrying about the blood draining out of it at a steady rate.

The clanking of his large, steel-bottomed boots was unnerving as Van walked through the dark alley of the town. The blood from the head was slowly dripping through the bottom of the bag. He didn't care, he was just worried how much he would get paid. If he remembered correctly, it was $20,000 alive, $10,000 dead... That would be worth it, considering this man didn't put up much of a fight.
He walked out of the alley and towards Phill's. He was the guy who paid for captured bounty heads. Van stepped onto the wooden deck, his boots making a hell of a racket. He pushed the western style doors open and walked in. Phill was leaning back in a chair, and stood up as soon asVan walked in.
"Hey Phill." Van said, moving his hat to where he could see Phill.
"Dammit Van, my name is not Phill!" The man said, slamming his hands on the counter.
"Shut up Phill..." Van said, putting the head up onto the counter in front of him.
Phill sighed and looked inside the bag. "Bobby 'Coal' Ciana..." Phill said, taking the bag and walking over to a poster. "Wanted for robbing a train transporting coal, and gold. Captured dead." He said, circling the word 'Dead' on the poster. Phill reached into a safe and pulled out a wad of cash. Handing it to Van, Van licked his fingers and started counting. 7... 8... 9... Yup, $10,000 just as Van had thought.
"So who's next?" Van asked, licking his lips in anticipation. He enjoyed the thrill of killing the bounty heads as much as he enjoyed the money.
Phill walked over to another sign, pointing to it. "Johny 'Blade' Richard." He said, pointing to the reward. "Wanted for killed 30 people, raping 10 women, and taking 5 childeren." He continued, "Wanted dead for $50,000, or alive for $100,000." He said, looking at Van.
Van smiled, if he could capture that guy alive he wouldn't need to work for a while. It wouldn't mean that he wouldn't anyway though. "Any info on where he is?"
Phill answered, "He was seen by another bounty hunter out in the dessert, by the slipping slope. The man's body was sent backto the town in shreds with a note that said, 'Send anyone else and this is what happens to the kids.'" Phill said.
Slipping Slope was just as the name suggested. It was a bunch of caves, surrounded by unstable rock formations. The wrong move and you could easilly start a land-slide. Van grabbed his sword, transforming it into a double bladed long sword. "Well then, I'll have to bring this guy back alive..."
Van had a magical sword he found in some ruins when he was a kid. Over all this sword was the reason he was a bounty hunter. It was the reason he had such a bloodlust. The sword could transform into any blade he wanted. It could be a battle axe, it could be a long sword, it could even be a butter knife if he so wanted.
Phill answered, "The reward is nothing if the kids die..." Phill had just ruined Van's good mood.
"Crap..." Van said, "Great... now I'll have to think..."
Van scratched his head, then Phill said, "Be carefull, this guy has killed three pretty strong bounty hunters..."
Van's smile widened, "Well, I hardly doubt he's faced anyone like me..." His pupils turning slit and his teeth growing larger. The advantages of being 100% demon. "I will slaughter him..." Van said, his teeth shrinking back to normal size. "But first..." Van said, sitting in a chair. "I need to rest..." He said, leaning back.
"You don't live here you know..." Phill said to him.
"I know..." He answered, falling asleep.