As you packed your bag for a hunt in Illinois, you sighed. Your friend, Bobby, said it would be a pack of fangs, easy take down. You weren't sure why he was still sending you on easy hunts like this, but you weren't one to complain. Bobby had told you there were only about two vamps so you only packed enough clothes for a couple of days. You climbed into your car and blasted the radio. This was going to be a long drive.
You arrived in Ashmore, Illinois and you checked into your motel. The room was cheap and smelled like smoke, just the way you liked it. You quickly did some research on the town and the body count was up to 9. You figured the fangs were hiding in an abandoned house near the edge of town without any neighbors. You grabbed your machete and hatchet and shoved it into your bag as you got into your car. As you were pulling out of the motel parking lot, you spot a Chevy Impala pulling up.
When you arrive to the house, you decide to play lost girl act. Your knuckles t...