In the nocturnal forest, bathed in the faint glow of the crescent moon, I followed the vampire, her heart races as she desperately flee from me. Suddenly, a searing pain pierces through her leg, causing her to falter. I cast a disdainful gaze upon her, closing in with a gun aimed squarely at her trembling form.

"Any final words, you wretched creature of the night?"

I find a subtle sense of satisfaction and pleasure stirring within me as I observe her discomfort.