POV of a Vampire

It was hot, but not hot enough to wear a t-shirt. There was a sharp edge to the wind, making the air temperature jump rapidly. The trees were still half naked; the spring had yet to clothe them fully and a few sparse leaves covered up their bones. The best of the afternoon had waned, leaving behind a dry dusky twilight. The moon was glowing in sky, but the sun was still shining dull. It was not dark.

Normally the vampire avoided these conditions. Not due to necessity, but rather, personal choice. He had lost many human things, and daytime he believed was one of them. The sun, in his opinion, was a rite of passage, and his time had passed. He had moved on.

The area the vampire lived in was relatively tidy and respectable. The riverbank however was not; there were too many suspect bars, and too many suspect people. Again, the vampire was not here by choice, but this time, obligation. Vampire hunters lived here; they festered in the bars, or snoozed in the gutters. There were not many of them, and the ones that existed were not skilled.

Sometimes they were. They caused trouble, bloodshed, and were a general nuisance. When the vampire had heard- through the supernatural grapevine- that one particularly skilled hunter had arrived nearby he was rather annoyed. Inclusion was not his forte, he preferred distance and solitude. But a duty is a duty, and a hunter is a hunter. Or rather, was.

The first thing the vampire saw was the man’s stomach. It was nailed to his apartment door and was oozing bile and acid onto the floor. The vampire was surprised, but opened the door anyway. The rest of the man was in various pieces around the room. The walls were dark and shimmering with blood and the smell was sour and rusty. The vampire stepped over the man’s intestines and stood in the centre of the room; a tiny room, only a sink a bed and a bathroom door.

Organs were everywhere. The vampire noted at least two stuffed in the sink, one on the bed and another nailed to the bathroom door. The limbs and intestines had been strewn around the floor, walls and furniture like confetti. The vampire raised an eyebrow, the head was gone. A vampire had not done this, nor a witch, nor a werewolf not even the fey were this brutal.

The vampire decided to leave; there was no longer a duty to be fulfilled.