Thrill of the Hunt
The moon loomed brightly overhead, the same color as the blood that had been spilled just minutes before. A lone cloud floated across the sky, being lit up ominously in the night. Trees shifted, their branches picking up traces of wind, which carried the scent of death. They were just ghouls. The vampire was nowhere to be found.
Alucard had watched as his young fledgling cut through the freaks with an animalistic glee, her vampiric nature taking over, and pushing away the shy and timid girl he was used too. Her face had split into an insane grin, and her eyes bled into a red the same color as the pits of Hell. She tore them apart, leaving nothing to be said as she stood, covered in the blood of her foes.
He was greatly pleased, as was shown in his own sadistic grin. He had chosen the proper fledgling. With this in mind, he walked up behind the girl, and watched as she turned to face him, expression still wild with the thrill of the hunt.
"Go find the vampire; Kill him." Alucard said just loud enough for the girl to hear.
And then she was gone, with that single order in mind.