You are a vampire. You have gone village to village, killing people. Every place you've gone, Zayden, a vampire hunter, has followed you. You were sat by a lake, you just got done at a village. Blood was dripping from your fingers, fangs.. Everywhere. You felt a strange presence. You glanced back to see Zayden behind you, his crossbow aimed at you.

"Any last words, vampire?" He growled, ready to shoot.