I ran through the forest as quietly as I could I tried to deny my lungs the privelege to
breate heavily and I didn't care about he branches that scratched my bare arms- I was
on the hunt.
I am the huntress and I kill vampires- also known as children of the night, feeders of
the dawn and filthy horrible nasty bloodsu-
My thoughts were cut short as I saw the thing I had been hunting for several days this
vampire had been drinking blood mercilessly and was being called a mass murderer
by people who did not know what it really was. I could see him now- bathed in pale
moonlight and holding the limp body of a girl about my age In his arms the blood was
dripping from a large gash in her neck, I fought back a hiss- he wasn't paying
attention to anything else but his prey I crouchted down low and silently crept towards
him- he was so caught up with the smell of blood from his prey that he failed to notice
my scent.
I accidently stepped on a tiny twig and when the vampire looked up, I mentally cursed myself.
Instead of running away which is what I expected him to do, he slowly crept
towards my hiding place and I could see that some blood had dribbled down his chin
and dripped onto his t-shirt. I should have run but I was frozen with fear- too scared to
move or speak or even breathe. I was just about to back away when he quickly lunged
at my hiding place and then he grabbed a tight hold of my wrist- I was definetly going
to bruise if I lived- and he threw me over his shoulder "help!" I screamed into the
darkness but I knew no- one would hear me.