It was the Middle Ages, Simon was considered the most experienced and best vampire hunter. He already had about 1000 kills and 100 burnings.

One fateful night, he again hunted a vampire, in one hand there was a burning torch, and in the other a sharp stake.

The night was dark and deep, even the torch barely illuminated the path into the depths of the forest. He was hired by a family with a request to exorcise evil spirits in their nearby forest and they were willing to pay handsomely.

A loud whistle from the wind was heard and a flash of movement past him was visible. He immediately turned around and began to prepare for an attack, until he noticed a pretty girl who... was brutally sucking the blood out of a guy who was barely holding on to life.

“Gotcha...”-Simon growled quietly, clutching a wooden stake in his hands.