"So, what do we do?" Lisa asked.
"Go after the hunters?" Steve suggested. "If they're as weak as Chris says they are, then we can just get rid of them and use them for food at the same time."
Chris smiled at that.
"Sounds good to me," Jason said.
About an hour later, Chris walked through an abandoned warehouse on the other side of town. This was where the vampire hunters made their headquarters.
"Who's there?" a voice yelled out.
"It's just me. Chris," he said, with a smile.
"Thank god," the man answered, running out to him. "We thought ..." Then he stopped when he saw what Chris looked like, in a corset and leather skirt. "Chris?"
Chris smiled bigger then leapt through the air and tackled his old friend. Then he covered his mouth, muffling his screams, as he fed on him. Moments later, after Chris had finished his first feeding, the rest of his clan approached. He stood up and looked at them, blood dribbling off his chin. "You don't have to worry. There's just one of them guarding this place. If anyone were to attack, this one would sound the alarm." Chris looked back down at the dead body. He couldn't believe he was friends with such a worthless being. He kicked him. "Pathetic." Then to his brothers and sister, he said "Come on. The hunters' nest isn't far."
They walked to the center of the building and came across what appeared to be a metal shack. It had one door, with a small opening, to check who's outside. Chris knocked on the door and the someone looked through the opening at him.
"Who is it?" the man asked.
"It's me. Chris. Open up."
As the door began to open, the man said "Where the hell have you been? We feared that ..." The man's eyes went wide when he saw Chris and he yelled "Vampires!"
Everyone else in the shack (all five of them) stopped what they were doing and immediately grabbed for their guns. But they were too slow.
Chris tackled the man at the door, Lisa ran in and jumped a woman near the entrance, and Steve and Jason took care of the rest. It was an easy fight.
"Who's the leader?" Jason asked Chris.
"Him," he said, pointing to a man at the back of the shack.
Jason walked over to him and crouched down. The man was bleeding from the very short fight. He didn't have a chance. But he was confused as to why he was kept alive. Any other time he came up against vampires, they tried to kill him. That's what they did. They either killed people or fed on them. And feeding on them was just another way to die. But these vampires were different. What did they want?
"What's your name?" Jason asked.
The man spit in his face.
"His name is John," Chris said.
"Why haven't you killed me yet?" John asked. "What's your game?"
"I don't intend to kill you." Then he smiled. "I intend to turn you."
John tried to back away, but his wounds made him weak and in pain. Did he say turn him? Why would a vampire want to turn a hunter? That didn't make any sense. They don't do that. They have rules. And besides that, it was distasteful to them.
Jason opened his mouth wide, showing off his fangs to John. Then he bent down and bit into his neck. John yelled out in pain, as his fellow wounded hunters looked on with eyes wide, not believing what they were watching.
