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you…? No, you’re a murderer,” she whimpered.
    “No, I am a huntress.”
    Her blue eyes widened again as she looked from me to the vampire’s body. “But… your eyes?”
    The mere mention of it insulted me. Was my skill not enough to show I was huntress? “You either come with me now so I can have you shipped to your fellow humans, or you can be eaten alive here,” I looked down at the vampire’s corpse. “Beside your love .” I began walking toward the Guild. My job here was done. Whether the human followed or not, I didn’t overly care.
    Whether vampire, hunter or human, we all had something in common and that was a desperation to survive. And, like a moth to a flame, she followed. Together we walked in silence toward the Guild. The hazy mist darkened as the sun slowly went down. Howling rang out as the most barbaric kind of vampires swept through the forest.

 
     
    I t was only a short walk back to the Guild. The human would be fed, and then tomorrow the transport team would escort her to the human camp, where she would be looked after by her own kind. There were a few hunters that protected them there. The humans were not permitted to leave the small compound. We only monitored the one camp, and as far as we knew, most Guilds only had one human camp to protect. We were their only true form of protection from the plague of vampires that roamed the earth. Out there by themselves they would not last a day. And the night would be merciless.
    There were three forms of vampires. Firstly there were those who were a part of the Council: tactical, clever, civilized, and self-regulated. This much we had learnt by torturing members of the Council, but none had told us of their location. They refused to tell, no matter how much we tortured them. Miss. Campture’s ability was also useless. It seemed that like us hunters, some vampires also had gifts. And whoever was in control of this Council was able to haze the vampires’ memories so no one could enter and inspect their mind. The Council often hunted for humans, and took them back to feast on. It was an even larger gain if they could get their hands on us living hunters. We tasted better.
    Then there were the covens of vampires. They weren’t aligned with the Vampire Council, but they weren’t sabers either. They loved everything dark about being a vampire. They were the rebellious vampires who had no rules, only respecting the hierarchy in their own coven. They were ghastly creatures who ventured through the land in large packs.
    The nastier scum of their race were driven into a frenzy over our blood. Which brings us to the sabers. They were monsters. Most couldn’t even speak words, their sense of humanity fully erased. Most of the time, they couldn’t even control their own speed or stamina, slipping over the ground and grasping wildly at nothing. We believed they were the vampires who had deteriorated over time. Perhaps they thirsted for too long. There was speculation that they drifted away from any real structure, and this was what ruptured their mind, causing them to snap into insanity.
    Hunters saw an increase in saber activity around the time that human society was broken. They did not know where to go or how to act. We could identify a saber by their long fangs. Their mindset was that of an animal, and killing was all they knew. They were my favorite to kill. They decayed quickly and stunk more than the coven or Council vampires.
    “Where are you taking me?” the girl sniffled as she tripped over a log. We were so close to the wall already that I flagged one of the archers to open the gates. The clunking noise was heard before we could actually see the fog breaking before us as the gates opened. James was there, waiting patiently with his arms crossed over his chest. “Ah, thank goodness,” he said, walking toward me. It agitated me that he would think something had gone wrong. I was more competent than he was in battle. I would not be put on a