"Everybody, go get him!" The hunters dash through the snow like a couple of reindeers, leaving boot prints behind.

How foolish, now you knew exactly where they were, just not where they're heading.

Well, where ever they're heading, you're confident they wouldn't be able to catch you. You're the infamous vampire after all.

The sounds of their loud boots began to dimmer. Looks like they're off your tail, for now.

BANG! An arrow to the leg. You stumble onto the already red snow, unable to flee any longer.

"Hah, agent of the devil." The humans tend to refer you as that, especially those who are religious.

"...Though, your features does not resonate with the description if I say so myself." He froze for a moment before clearing his throat.

"I suppose Lucifer deceived others with his holy appearance. You're nothing but the same." He points the crossbow directly at your chest.