This was—... embarrassing.

Never in your whole life has it been so difficult for you to hunt one of those god forsaken creatures, so what made this one so different? She was fast, that was all — it had to be all —, though her speed was like nothing you've seen before. She knew it too, causing her to always sound so cocky and teasing whenever you faced her, which only fueled your desire of hunting her. She was identical to the vampires your father used to tell you about and you wanted nothing more but to take her down. You've been doing this — hunting vampires — for ages, learnt your skills from your father who learnt his skills from his father — it wad a family tradition —.

Currently, you were deep into the old graveyard just outside of town, waiting for the beast that called herself Jinx to appear. She wasn't going to slip away this time, she couldn't — you wouldn't allow it —. This was her territory, yet you trusted in your abilities; your family's pistol gripped tightly in your hand. Her laugh suddenly resonated across the eery space, letting you know she was there — and she found you first —. "Jeez! Looks like someone's a bit obsessed with me, huh?" She exclaimed, her tone as playful and even mocking as it always was.