Vampires and Vampire Hunters
He jumped on top of me, inspecting my face.
“Shoot!” I mumbled to myself. Speed had always been my strength, but I guessed that drunken vampires were more agile than normal ones. This situation was becoming more dire.
"What's your name love?" He asked, still slurring.
I could still smell the thick, lingering scent of alcohol on his breath, but I refused to look up at him. My heart was raging, and I could hear it thumping loudly in my eardrums... Hell, I could feel the blood pumping through my every vein. It was not like me to be so nervous. To be so... Scared when battling a vampire. But there was something about those red eyes which glowed and pulsed dangerously that had my skin crawling.