Vampknapped

Chapter 1

On a particularly dark night, a group of hunters went out to capture, not kill. None of their prey/predators seemed to be out. They seemed to have known what they were out for and didn’t want to put it to the test. They started to feel discouraged when they walked down an especially dark alley way.

There were three of them leaning against a wall. They seemed to be actually waiting for this group of hunters. Two of the vampires were squatted down and leaning against the wall while the third and middle one was standing and leaning on the wall. Once the hunters entered the alleyway, their heads whipped to them. The two squatting looked up at the middle one with longing looks.

The middle one seemed to be the one in charge and wore expensive clothing. He smiled and showed his canines at the hunters, sending a shiver through them all, and nodded his head slightly. The other two smiled in the same haunting way and jumped up and faced the hunters. They stalked forward slowly making horror spread in the group of hunters.

They had not been expecting a group of them, only one to be able to capture. They huddled together to try and stay alive as they readied their weapons. The two approaching vampires chuckled and crouched, ready to leap. They paused and attacked. Screams could be heard from the men and women.

Some actually got a couple shots at the vampires. The creatures were incredibly strong, especially together. They seemed to weaken slowly but they were weakening as more shots were fired and their bodies healed. Two more shots rang out and hit each of them and then they attacked back at the creatures.

They tackled them and held them down with all their strength. They were handcuffed with silver handcuffs and four dragged them to the end of the alleyway to wait, two hunters to each vampire. The hunters started to lower their weapons and celebrate. They had forgotten the third vampire leaning against the wall.

He pushed himself off and walked silently toward the group of hunters hiding in the shadows. His black clothes helped extremely and none of the hunters saw him or knew he was here. One of the hunters stopped and voiced that there had been a third one. All the hunters froze and spun to the spot where he had been.

“Maybe he ran because he saw his fighters were defeated,” said one of the hunters. The majority of the hunters seemed to agree but the one who spoke up first didn’t. He kept looking around while the others turned to each other as they talked about how to get the two to the compound. The hidden vampire smirked, making sure his fangs were covered, and crouched, ready to attack.

 None of the hunters seemed to sense that he was so close and hiding in the shadow of dumpster right next to them. They usually had the sense that danger was close. He felt like hissing but it would give him away and that was the last thing he wanted. He wanted to surprise them and hopefully overpower them by catching them unprepared.

He frowned when the one hunter who was unconvinced lifted his weapon and kept looking around. He was likely to get shot a couple times but only one of them was actually aware and ready. His muscles tensed, ready to leap, and spread his arms out. He jumped out of the shadows and into the group of hunters faster than they could react. He landed on the back of one and pushed him hard against the ground while breaking his neck.

He hissed and let his fangs show as he jumped on others. Screams could be heard loudly and a few remembered they had guns. He was stronger than the two others combined. The lone hunter that was ready was none other than John Watson. He lifted his gun to the vampires back in the middle of the scuffle and pulled the trigger.

The bullet zinged through the air and hit the vampire in the right shoulder. He let go of the hunter he was attacking and turned around inhumanely fast. He met John’s eyes and launched at him, knocking him to the ground and hissing in his face with his fangs fully descended. He was definitely stronger than the others and could crush a bone like a tooth pick with no trouble at all.