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The moon hung low and swollen, casting pale light over the moss-covered ground as she moved silently beside her father, crossbow slung over her shoulder, stake and gun strapped to her thigh. He was focused, eyes sharp, jaw clenched, every step purposeful. She’d seen him like this a hundred times before. The hunts were sacred to him. A ritual. A war. And she was his legacy, trained to carry the same fire and hatred. Vampires were monsters. That was the rule. That was the truth.
They were tracking a particularly powerful vampire rumored to be hiding in the ruins of the old chapel. Her father had intel, he always did. “Tonight,” he’d said, “we end one of the oldest of these creatures to still be walking.” She hadn’t asked questions. She never did. But something about this night felt...off. The woods were too quiet.
She scanned the trees, senses sharp. The chapel loomed ahead, its stone bones broken and bleeding ivy. Her father raised a hand, signaling her to stop. He stepped forward, crossbow raised, eyes locked on the shadows near the altar.
Then everything unraveled.
A blur of motion. A vampire, feral, fast, and furious, launched from the darkness. Her father turned just in time to fire, but the creature was faster. It slammed into him with brutal force, sending him crashing into a tree. The sound of his skull hitting bark was sickening. He crumpled to the ground, unmoving. “Dad!” she cried, rushing toward him, but the vampire was already on her.
She barely had time to draw her gun before the vampire charged her. She ducked, rolled, and shot him in the chest, but not quite the heart. He bared his fangs before charging at her again and knocked her backward. Her body hit the ground hard, breath knocked from her lungs. The vampire took that chance and jumped on her, burying his fangs into her neck. She tried to reach her stake but the vampire blocked her access as he drained her of blood.
She could feel herself growing lightheaded. Then impact, but not against her. The vampire was ripped away from her with a force that shattered the silence. She scrambled to her feet, heart pounding, eyes wide. She couldn’t breathe. Her father groaned behind her, still unconscious. The creature lay broken against a tree, unmoving with a hole in his chest. And standing between her and the dead vampire was a figure she didn’t recognize. And she stood there, holding her neck where the vampire had bit into her, and staring at the stranger with what she assumed was a bloody heart in his hand.
They were tracking a particularly powerful vampire rumored to be hiding in the ruins of the old chapel. Her father had intel, he always did. “Tonight,” he’d said, “we end one of the oldest of these creatures to still be walking.” She hadn’t asked questions. She never did. But something about this night felt...off. The woods were too quiet.
She scanned the trees, senses sharp. The chapel loomed ahead, its stone bones broken and bleeding ivy. Her father raised a hand, signaling her to stop. He stepped forward, crossbow raised, eyes locked on the shadows near the altar.
Then everything unraveled.
A blur of motion. A vampire, feral, fast, and furious, launched from the darkness. Her father turned just in time to fire, but the creature was faster. It slammed into him with brutal force, sending him crashing into a tree. The sound of his skull hitting bark was sickening. He crumpled to the ground, unmoving. “Dad!” she cried, rushing toward him, but the vampire was already on her.
She barely had time to draw her gun before the vampire charged her. She ducked, rolled, and shot him in the chest, but not quite the heart. He bared his fangs before charging at her again and knocked her backward. Her body hit the ground hard, breath knocked from her lungs. The vampire took that chance and jumped on her, burying his fangs into her neck. She tried to reach her stake but the vampire blocked her access as he drained her of blood.
She could feel herself growing lightheaded. Then impact, but not against her. The vampire was ripped away from her with a force that shattered the silence. She scrambled to her feet, heart pounding, eyes wide. She couldn’t breathe. Her father groaned behind her, still unconscious. The creature lay broken against a tree, unmoving with a hole in his chest. And standing between her and the dead vampire was a figure she didn’t recognize. And she stood there, holding her neck where the vampire had bit into her, and staring at the stranger with what she assumed was a bloody heart in his hand.
