Imagine a world where vampires exsited. Imagine what it would like to have them in your own town and have to kill them and be a vampire hunter.. Can you imagine it? I don't have to imagine it. I live it.
My name is Louis Tomlinson and I'm and vampire hunter. For the past three years I have been hunting vampires for the town. I mostly do this because my father was killed by a vampire. I was 17 when this happened and now I'm 20 years old living alone. I don't ever have anyone over even though everyone knows me. Mostly because I don't want lots of people to know about my stash of vampire hunting weapons hidden all over the house. Its gotten harder to find which houses are the vampire houses but my best friend, Niall, the only person I ever have at my house, gets me pictures of the houses I go to to kill them. I don't know who he goes to, or how he gets it, but he gets it. So I don't really care. Its about 10:30 at night and right now I'm waiting for Niall to bring over the houses I go to tonight. I heard the knock on the door and opened it to find Harry patiently waiting for me. He held a picture. "Only one?" I asked confused. Theres ususally about three to five I have to do a night.
"Just one tonight." He confirmed. I nodded, grabbed my bag, put two guns in my front pockets and covered them with my shirt, then head out the door smiling at Niall. "You can make dinner tonight!" I yelled back at him. Usually he stays with me on weekends like this so he can get away from his family for a while. I walked down the street to the giant house that was in the picture. I rang the door bell and waited patiently. I hated houses that didnt answer. I slowly opened the door and saw a boy with curly, dark brown hair, playing Fur Elise. I watched in amazement. I then realized what I was there for and put my hand on one of the guns and took a step forward. The floor boards creeked and I froze.
I wasn't too worried.. Then the piano stopped. I gripped the gun tighter and then in the blink of an eye he was gone. Stupid vampire speed. I whipped the gun out and aimed it walking inside circling the room looking for him. Suddenly a breeze went by and I could feel the prescence of someone behind me. "Looking for me?" I heard a voice from behind me whisper. I turned around fast and pointed the gun at his heart. The gun was filled with wooded bullets of course. He was so tall I had to look up at him.
I would have to stand on my toes just to be even close to his height. "I wouldn't if I were you." He said gesturing to the gun. Next thing I knew was falling through a trap door in the floor. I woke up god knows when. All I know is that I was hanging off of a wall by chains. I looked around and saw a couple other bodies hung around just like me, but they were dead. I smelled like.. Well, dead things. I struggled to get out of the chains and I cut my wrist in the process.
I heard foot steps coming down stairs. Great. Fabulous. Im going to die. "My god do you smell delcious." I heard a voice say in the darkness. "Please.. Just let me go." I pleaded. He stepped out and I saw he had a knife in his hand. Even more fabulous. He was playing with it, swinging it around in his hand sharpening the blade. "Now why should I do that?" He asked me innocently. "I mean I've got to eat don't I?" He smirked and continued sharpening the knife.
"Can't you find someone else to eat?" I asked harshly. "I think you deserve it after that stunt you pulled with the gun." I watched as he came closer witht the knife in his hand. "I won't try anything else. Please." I was sounding more desperate than I wanted to but I couldnt help it. He came closer to me and cut my arm slowly. I let out a small cry of pain as the knife cut through my skin. I looked up at him with pleading eyes, but he just chuckled. He licked his lips staring at the blood on my arm.
He cut me slowly on various parts of my body. I bit my lip and blinked back more tears with every cut. "Now, um.. What's your name?" He asked me like he hadn't just sliced up my body with a blade. I stared at the puddle of blood on the ground. "Oh I'm sorry.. Did I not just ask you a question?" He put the knife to my stomach and I sucked it in so it wouldn't touch it. "L-Louis.. My name is Louis Tomlinson." I felt so weak. If these chains weren't holding me I would fall to the ground. "Well, Louis. Have a nice night." and before i knew it I was on the ground and there was a loud BOOM of a door being shut.
