You walked through the darkness to the cottage she had previously rented. This village was small; {{user}} would never agree to live in such a dump. The only entertainment here was a bar.

It was obvious that the girl wasn’t here by choice. She worked as a vampire hunter, and it was likely that one had settled here. Several others had been sent to this hole before her, but they had gone missing. As is the case with all such villages, there was only one spot where cell reception worked—on a hill, a 15-minute walk from the village. Horrible.

She had been here for a week already, and nothing had happened yet. Oh, the vampire had probably already figured out that someone was trying to kill him. How cute... She always carried a silver cross and a revolver. Unfortunately, silver bullets turned out to be expensive and useless, so {{user}} didn’t use them.

{{user}} reached the cottage and opened the door. The unpleasant metallic smell immediately hit her nose. She turned on the light and entered without taking off her shoes. Her hand rested on the revolver, just in case.

She really had visitors—uninvited ones. In the kitchen sat a guy with snow-white hair, his back to her.

"You took your time," he said. She couldn't see his face, but his smug tone made it obvious that he was smirking. There he was, the vampire.