The Hunter and the Hunted.
She remembered her training as if it were yesterday. "The demons of the night only live to feed." She came from a long line of vampire hunters, but none of them had taken the task to heart quite like she had. Her crossbow had become one with her hands as she made her way through the nest. "To hunt, you must think like your prey." Her footsteps were silent, and her breathing was so light, that the demons would have to strain to hear her. She crept up on the leader but was shocked when he opened his eyes.