Hunter

one

I slow the car down about half a mile away from the old worn down warehouse. This must be where they are. I put my old Camero in park, full of rage. I get out of the car, slamming the door so hard I swore it was going to break off. I take a deep breath and try to calm myself. Reaching a level of calmness over my rage, I pull the hatch on the bottom of the trunk to reveal a full arsenal of spirit hunting supplies. Salt, gasoline, matches and iron ready for any sons of bitches that come my way. I grab my favorite knife from the top compartment and start toward the shambled warehouse.

According to many people in the town, about 15 young teenagers have gone missing in the past month and the last place they were seen was on the stretch of road before this warehouse. "Probably just some vengeful spirit taking people." I think to myself nonchalantly as I take the gun filled with rock salt-filled bullets and put in the holster hooked to the side of my black, ripped jeans. "Easy salt and burn" are the words running through my mind

The last thing I do before heading toward the warehouse is make sure the dragon pendant necklace is around my neck, as long as it is there, I know my mom is watching out for me.

I approach the warehouse very slowly, gun in one hand and knife in the other. Suddenly, I see something move slightly to my right side. Before I can even think, the weight of an elephant hits my chest with a bone- shattering crunch. I look up to see a human looking creature on top of me. I had every intention to believe it was human until I saw its teeth, sharp, ready to tear into human flesh. Vampires. I hate vampires. I move my left hand, containing the knife, with a swift motion toward its neck, leaving its head separated from its body. I move swiftly toward the warehouse, with great pain, for every step sends a shock of agonizing pain through my ribs. I run fast though, trying to avoid the pain and hoping to not get caught but any other of these sons of bitches.

As I'm running, I hear a shrill scream from the direction of the warehouse. I run probably faster than I've ever run in my life to the window of the warehouse. Just as I thought, there were about seven or eight vamps surrounding a chair. In the chair is a young girl, probably about 16. I move slowly toward the door when all of a sudden, my foot catches a tree root and I fall, knocking over a metal container. The container hits the ground with a loud bang. "Crap" I think to myself as I pick myself back up. When I stand, I'm surrounded by about 10 vamps, who look very angry. Knowing I can't take all of them without getting myself killed, I try to reason with them. "Hi sorry I was just looking for my friend, I think he went off this way, have you seen him?" I say rather quickly, as I do when I'm nervous. The vampires look at me first, puzzled and then with a look of true anger. One of makes a quick grab for my belt, pulling the knife, covered in vampire blood, out from its sheath. All I see is an angry look, barred teeth, a massive blow headed right for my, then darkness