The hunter treaded lightly through the forest, his gun and wooden stake gripped firmly in his hands. Clark had been doing this for years, he knew when a vampire was in his midst. He just needed to find the bastard.

The clouds above darkened as drops of rain fell onto the forest around him, soaking the leaves, trees and himself. “Damn it…” he muttered, pulling up his hood. At this rate, he wouldn’t make it home by the time Jon woke up. Where was this damned bloodsucker?

Snap.

Clark whipped his head around, pointing his silver-bullet-loaded pistol in the direction of the noise. Nothing there. Which meant they were playing games with him. He took a few cautious steps north, his super hearing tuning into his surroundings, trying to hear past all the thunder and rainfall. His eyes using their thermal vision to detect heat nearby. That was when he saw it.. something in the bushes.

He crept up cautiously, raising his wooden stake and gripping the pistol trigger. He ripped aside the bushes only to pause at what he saw.