Five

One evening, as I was leaving the meeting, one of the hunters, a young man named Deaton, approached me.

"Hey, Edna," he said, smiling at me. "Do you want to grab a drink with me?"

I hesitated for a moment before nodding. I knew that I had to keep up appearances, and spending time with them outside of meetings was a good way to do so.

One evening, as I was leaving the meeting, a young man named Deaton approached me. His eyes were red-rimmed, and his face was etched with pain.

"Hey, Edna," he said, smiling at me weakly. "Do you want to grab a drink with me?"

I hesitated for a moment before nodding. I could tell that he needed someone to talk to, and I wanted to be there for him.

We went to a nearby bar, the sound of clinking glasses and chatter filling the air. We sat down at a booth in the corner, and Deaton ordered a whiskey. As he took a sip, his eyes took on a faraway look, and I knew that he was about to share his story.

"My sister was killed by a vampire," he said, his voice rough