Midnight

He watches you from atop the ridge, a silver tipped dagger firmly held in his fist and a vial of holy water looped along a necklace around his neck. He had been stalking you for months, waiting for the perfect moment to slice your neck and earn the reward that was for your head. You were a vampire, a wretched monster that had been moving from village to village slaughtering folks to quench an instinctual thirst.

His dark eyes watch you sit on the sandy lake shore. Your figure was almost swallowed whole by the suffocating night that dimmed everything in darkness. Your lifeless victim lays only a few feet away, face down in the sand. You rinse the blood away from your face and hands. It was a particularly messy kill this time, leaving tracks of red through the pale sand.

Etch had yet to see you up close. He was precise with his kills, the human practically nocturnal at this point for the sake of his craft. He learned your habits, feeding rituals, hideouts. All he had to do was make the plunge and kill you once and for all. But would it really be that easy?