The hunt

I emerged from the vehicle shaken, disorientated and for some reason hungry. I wasn’t aware of who I was or where I’d come from, but I heard a sound that gave me hope. Wind chimes. They sang as though they felt a hurricane upon them. That I felt no wind didn’t matter, at least not then. I recall being angry; a strange emotion for me, one I found I didn’t much like. Yet I had allowed my vehicle to break down and crash, in the proverbial middle of nowhere. Repercussions aside, I knew my best hope of leaving this place was conditional on making the locals want to aid me. I followed the sound; having no other real direction to head in. I had driven past the last town on the route an hour ago, without knowing the area I didn’t wish to wander aimlessly.

“Welcome stranger,” a voice said.

“Thank you, sir. I fear my car has broken down, could I use your phone?”

“I would, but round here you have to win your freedom,” he said.

I must have looked confused, for he hit me hard enough to draw blood. With the blood came memories and I felt confidence well up. “If I win?” I asked, hoping that they would hear the confidence in my voice...

“You won’t.”

I looked at them, then I realized that this is what they did, capture people to hunt. My old sires idea of more to be pitied than scorned ran briefly through my head, but then I smiled. Being a vampire, I too lived for that hunt.

As you can tell from this journal entry, I was successful, though I chose not to kill them all. It is much more fun having them as an emergency larder...


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