"Of course," Clive said as they emerged out into the market, "now that you are looking for vampires, you will see them all. That's the trick to hunting. Look." Luke had a glance around and saw plenty of eyes peering out at him. "Also, vampires are like humans: there are bad ones, good ones, nice ones, nasty ones. We kill the ones that are aggressive."

"Sounds... simple enough," Luke said, gulping. He cried out in shock as a vampire launched itself at him. Clive shot it out without even thinking or hesitating at all. "How the hell did you do that so fast?"

"It is actually quite simple. Get your pistol in your hand, put your finger on the trigger and you'll just do it. That's how I started out," Clive shrugged, leaning down and hissing at a vampire who had its fangs out. "Fangs are an aggressive sign. Hissing is also an aggressive sign, for both sides of us. Luke, the next vampire is yours to kill," Clive explained quickly.

It was less than twenty seconds before the vampire jumped out. Luke pressed the trigger thoughtlessly and the vampire limply fell to his feet. Luke had taken his first life. His arm was stinging with the jerk of the kickback (obviously Arianna was expecting him to toughen up) and he felt sick.

"Get that look off your face," Clive snapped. "Hell, even the girls were better at killing vampires than you! Man up or you're going to die out here." Clive shot the arm of a vampire that had been extending stealthily for his foot. "And pay attention!" Luke yelped as a hand wrapped around his angle and tugged, dragging him to the floor. Luke glanced back at Clive, who was standing tapping his foot.

Luke was on his own.

He kicked furiously, but the vampire had an iron grip and was dragging him into a bush. Luke shot the vampire's hand. It screeched and let go, and Luke scrambled to his feet, almost ramming into Clive. Then he spun round. There was no Clive. He had gone somewhere.

"Clive!" Luke called. "Clive?" Soon he could tell it was a mistake, as a vampire leaped at him. Luke shot it through the head. He decided to keep his mouth shut. Clive had probably left him so Luke could gain experience out in the field. He shot a vampire hand that was reaching out for his leg and started walking briskly.

Eventually, he walked across the rope bridge and re-entered the town. Brock's new house was overrun with vampires, one of which sprung out at him. Luke shot it down and kept on moving. Maybe Clive went to his own house or something? Luke had absolutely no idea where Clive lived.

Luke cried out as a hand grabbed the back of his shirt. He looked behind him and it wasn't anyone he knew. It was a vampire, flanked by tons of others. Luke kicked it and it let go. He ran forwards and flung the grenade, sprinting off into the distance as the explosion shook the ground. His ears rang and he tripped over his own feet.

His only thought was to get home, to get away. He made it home, but the instant he slammed the door a vampire pounced on him, grabbing his back and holding on tightly. Luke flailed and shot wildly behind him, but he couldn't get it.

A gunshot rang out and the vampire dropped. Luke spun round and stared. His six-year-old sister, Lucia, was holding a pistol. "Lucia!" Luke cried, running over. "Give me that."

"No," Lucia said. "We have to stop the bad guys. Daddy said so. Then the bad guy made Daddy sleep." Luke pushed past Lucia and barged into the living room, closing his eyes as he saw his father. Clark was lying on the floor, three vampires sucking the blood out of him. He was already dead, already gone. Luke was too late.

Clive walked in and grabbed Luke's arm. "Your house is overrun, and frankly, they're more interested in your father than us. We need to get moving. Right now."

As Clive spun round, Luke saw it. There were two bleeding bite marks on Clive's neck. He was a walking target. Luke quickly grabbed his sister's arm and followed Clive out the house.

"We'll take a boat," Clive said, hopping in. Luke and Lucia followed swiftly. "Don't fall in the water. Shoot the vampires that come for you. That's all." Clive grabbed the paddles and rowed the boat to the market, where they quickly hurried to the Black Market. Vampires poured down the hole after and one latched onto Clive, its fangs sinking into his neck. Luke shot it and dislodged it, keeping the vampires back by holing up the hole.

Luke and Lucia shot the last of the vampires then followed Clive into the auction hall, where he was lying on the seats, his wounds being tended to by Socket, Arianna and Marilyn.

"He's in critical condition," Luke overheard Arianna saying. "We need to stop the bleeding. Socket, do you see anything inside his throat that has been punctured?"

"No. The only problem is that here, the vampire's fangs dragged down," Socket said, pointing to the deep cuts.

"Right... So we must stop the bleeding and stitch up the cuts. He's bleeding heavily..." Arianna said quietly, running her fingers across the cuts. She sighed. "Let's go."

Luke headed down into the supply room, where Crow was standing in the corner, talking in whispers with Badger. Both glanced over at Luke and Lucia.

"Come here, Luke," Crow sighed. "I have something to tell you." Luke walked over and was about to ask what when Crow brought out his fangs.

Oh. Mai. Godddd. Crow is a vamp! Are the Black Ravens going to kick him out? Is he going to try and feed from Clive? Find out next time!