PART 4
Allison's POV
That night, I got ready for some action.
I always anticipate assignments like these, it take my mind off things. I got excited at the prospect of having one less vampire in the world.
Not all vamps are bad, really. Some of them believe in things we believe, like coexisting, for example. It isn't all about blood.
Those kinds of vamps form an organization, where some vampire hunters belong too, like me. We are called the LUMOS VAMPIROS. The vampires of the light. And some cool hunters, too. Jeez.
Of course, the vamps at Lumos Vampiros needed human blood too, it was just essential. But they do with some vampire hunters permitting the bloodsuckers to drink some blood from them. Ironic, isn't it? And of course, you can buy blood from hospitals, though it's not that fresh. Actually, they only needed blood once a week, at the least. They can satiate their inane desire for constant sucking by drinking animal blood in the succeeding days. At least, by drinking human blood once a week, they can suppress the irrational, primal, lashing-out-at-everybody selves.
I didn't become a hunter because it was necessary, it's because I wanted to. I wanted to hunt down the vampire that ruined my life.
I wanted to avenge my parents' death.
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Third Person's POV
It's funny how the cycle of nature works. Someone needs to be the prey, and someone needs to be the predator. That's just how the world is. Balance of nature.
In a dark alley near a pub, a single dark figure moved stealthily at the shadows. His pale skin was glinting in the moonlight, his long canine teeth poking at the edges of his lips.
He was thirsty.
And he didn't care on whoever will satiate his thirst. All he could think about is to drink, drink, and drink.
Blood. He wants lots of it.
He was making his way to the pub, unaware at the pair of piercing violet eyes watching him. He is a vampire, he should have sensed the presence long ago, but the vigorous training the hunter had undergone enabled her to move without making her presence known, even to super-sensitized bloodsuckers.
Before stepping in the moonlight, however, the thirsty vampire was halted in his single-minded purpose by the thud heard from behind him.
"Stop," a female voice was heard.
He turned around, shocked, a reaction he was unaccustomed to, and snarled at the intruder.
"Surprise, surprise," she said, clearly amused. "You seem like you're in a hurry."
The vampire hissed. The female is carrying a wooden stick, the edges sharp. He was confused at why he didn't felt the presence of the human. Well, he thought evilly, because she had intervened at his business, she could do for his midnight snack. She smell good... flowery with a touch of chocolate. Yum yum.
He charged at her, intending for her neck, but she neatly dodged his attacked.
"Did your kind don't get tired at that kind of attack? It gets pretty tiring, when you witness it all the time," she said timidly.
He growled, and then charged again. She just dodged easily and gracefully his attacks, she looks like she was just dancing. And then, she hit him square at the chest, and the bloodsucker stumbled back a few steps, though he wasn't hurt. It takes more than that for him to get hurt.
Then, out of nowhere, while he was still disoriented, the hunter charged. The wooden stake hit him exactly at the heart, and it slid smoothly through his body. For one, slow second, he was shocked, and looked at the hunter with wide eyes, and she just smiled at him, as if it was nothing. And then he felt the pain.
He collapsed, convulsing, and then died again before her eyes. The hunter took the stake passively from his chest. The corpse turned into ashes.
"Vampire number fifty-two," she smirked, and then kicked the ashes on the ground.
The famous vampire hunter Orion had eliminated another vampire in the city again.
