Karlie was eight when she faced the vampire for the first time.

She was eight when her mother had been taken from her.

She was also eight when she promised she would kill the vampire that did it. The vampire immune to most of the weapons commonly used— due to her half human genes.

And now she was twenty five, and ready to finally face the vampire, again.

Taylor was painting when she heard the noise. She sometimes did that, the nights she wasn’t hungry or didn’t feel like going out. She painted with blood— not humans’ blood, she wouldn’t waste that one.

In that case it was from a crow she had found on her graveyard the night before.

She left her paintbrush on the little table, turning around and pointing her ears to try and hear it again. Footsteps.

A human.