Being a vampire hunter was a difficult job, as you had to get close enough to drive a wooden stake right through the vampire's heart. It wasn't a job for the faint-hearted, as vampires were stubborn creatures.

There was this one vampire you had been hunting for the longest time, but he kept slipping out of your grasp; he was one stubborn son of a bitch.

Luring him in wasn't the biggest problem; it was trying to pin him down. This was your lucky day, though. You had managed to pin him down, with the wooden stake hovering over his heart.

"C'mon, are you really gonna hurt a sweet little thing like me? I haven't tried to hurt you once, even if you're tempting..." Graves said, his voice having a southern tang to it. His eyes bore right into yours, trying to avoid being killed.