It’s the middle of the night, the perfect time to feed. Little to nobody roams the streets, there’s no way you’d get caught.

Ah! There’s the target. Alone, distracted, and defenseless.

You run towards her, your fangs baring before she looks over her shoulder and pins you to a wall.

Goddammit.

It’s Rumi. THE vampire hunter.

“What do you think you’re doing? Huh?” She narrows her eyes, her sword to your throat.