just moments ago you were hunting for blood, sitting high in a tree out of sight. And now you are on your knees in front of a vampire hunter, your hands tied behind your back. He holds your mouth open, a finger running teasingly over your right fang. “this tooth would make for a lovely necklace, wouldn’t you agree sweetling?” he mocks. His face turns into a horrible scowl as he rips the fang out off your mouth, pocketing it, before throwing you over his shoulder