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Note: Hey! So, thanks for checking this out :] It'd mean a lot to me if you'd leave a comment! :) Btw, while I was writing this I imagined it through my "anime-vision" as I like to call it xD haha, so, if you love anime why not imagine this as an anime while you're reading? :D

P.s.: The vampires in this story are not sparkly. I tried to make them sound like true blood-sucking demons xD

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Drip, drip, drip.

My ears perk up at every noise I hear. You’d think an abandoned factory would be calm and quiet on a cool September night, but apparently not. Inside, large, circular pipes are exposed from the walls and pour clear water onto the ground, producing a smooth waterfall-like sound. A thin layer of water widely streams across the cement floor, making it incredibly difficult to move without making some sort of noise. I feel colorblind, seeing no other color except a metallic grey lit only by the moonlight seeping in from the holes in the walls and ceilings. The dirty glass windows high up on the weak walls are mostly shattered and let in a chilling, eerie gush of wind.

Something can be heard scurrying in the distance. The sound of water splashing is faint, but existent. My heart picks up its pace and my palms grow warm with sweat. I gulp and feel for my pistol which is tucked safely in my belt. In my mind, I quickly review the sneak skills I picked up from my slayer training: feet feather-light, senses razor-sharp, mouth zipped tight.

Splish, splash, splish!

I turn around, and this time my hand actually darts for my pistol. But, I don’t take it out just yet. I keep my hand on it, feeling the cold metal on my fingertips. I listen, I wait, and I open my eyes as wide as possible to see any sort of movement. I feel my own pupils dilate widely. Of course, I can hear, but I can’t see much at all. The factory’s inner walls are set up like a labyrinth in a way, separating me from my team and also from my predators.

I feel myself tremble and I try to steady myself, but I just can’t. I know I’m not supposed to be scared, but it’s hard to not pee my pants when I know there’s a blood-sucking monster lurking around. Especially one that probably knows I’m a total newbie at slaying.

Splish, plop, plop, splish!

With the movement behind me, I take out my pistol at last. It’s loaded and perfectly ready to kill. But of course, you can’t kill a vampire with a pistol. You can only slow it down.

I aim it ahead of me, my eyes almost blinded by fear in preparation of what I am to face.

I see something approach me. A figure—male, tall, lean, and for some reason… familiar.

“Easy there, Pandora!” A guy with a comical, almost husky voice speaks out, “It’s me, Cross.” He steps closer to me and walks into a perfect stream of moonlight coming from above. His arms are open and his palms are exposed. I see the muscles in his arms bulging out from under his tight, slightly ripped white shirt. The dark vest he’s wearing looks hard and cold, like the subtle armor of an assassin. His tip-spiked textured blood red hair is as sharp as the blade he holds in his hand.

With a relieved sigh, I tuck the pistol back into my belt.

Cross throws a playful laugh at me, “You should’ve seen your face!” He teases me, “What? Did you think I was a vamp? You did, didn’t you? Didn’t you?!” He explodes into laughter as I furrow my brows and clench my fists, feeling both anger and embarrassment.

“What the hell, Cross!” I whisper viciously, “It’s our first mission and in case you haven’t noticed, I’m scared shitless over here!”