Vampire Hunt

She hid in the shadows waiting for her pray. The church yard was quite now but she knew it wouldn't be for long. The sun had finished setting and darkness had enveloped her surroundings. The air smelled damp and the ground was still wet from the earlier shower of rain, but she knew this would not deter her pray.

Movement over by the large tomb caught her eye. She pulled out her weapon and was ready to pounce.

A shadowy figure approached and the hunter sunk further into the shadows of the church waiting for the right moment to pounce. As the shadow moved closer she could make out the slender figure of a man. When the light of the moon lit his face she could see it was sunken and pale. Pouncing on her unsuspecting pray the hunter thrust her weapon towards him. It's sharp tip glistened in the moonlight.

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As the tip of the stake hit the vampire square in the chest, his gift of eternal life was gone forever. All that was left was a pile of ashes where he had once stood.