In Dawn of Night, beneath the pale glaze of the moon, two pairs of vampires crouched over a fallen deer, draining it completely of blood.
The male wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his face twisting in disgust.
"How did we sink this low? We're vampires, damn it—we should be feeding on humans."
"I"ve told you, there are hunters in town," the female replied sharply. Glancing up at the full moon, unease flickering in her eyes. "And we shouldn't be out during a full moon."
He scoffed, baring his fangs. "Why the hell should we fear the moon—or those hunters? We're stronger, faster… and I literally move things with my damn mind!"
She sighed, smacking her hand against her forehead. This is what I get for turning him—someone arrogant and full of himself.
Yet again, It was her fault—at least partly—for not warning him about the dangers that came with their kind.
"Listen… there's something I need to tell you—"
A sharp crack echoed through the woods as a branch snapped nearby, cutting her off. Both vampires turned toward the sound.
The male stood his ground, unfazed and cocky. But the female, more experienced and well-versed in the old knowledge, froze with a rising sense of dread. A pair of glowing red eyes stared at them from the darkness, filled with murderous intent.
"Run!" she screamed, bolting into the forest with supernatural speed.
But he didn't move.
He smirked, stepping forward. "I'm a vampire, motherfucker! Come fight me, I dare you!"
Stepping into the moonlight, a towering beast emerged—standing eight feet tall, covered in coarse black fur, with claws like daggers gleaming in the pale light.
"Wait… what the fuck—" the vampire stammered, his bravado crumbling.
Its sharp teeth glinted in the moonlight as it ran its tongue slowly across its lips.
The vampire instinctively took a step back, thrusting out his hand, releasing a surge of psychic force toward the beast. Rocks trembled and shifted beneath its feet… but the beast didn't even flinch.
The vampire let out a panicked scream. "Aaaaahhhh—!"
Without a second to react, the beast lunged—tearing him apart.
His body shattered, started dissolving into the air like vapor, rising toward the moon above… vanishing to the unknown.
The beast's blood-red gaze shifted to the fleeing female. A wicked grin stretched across its face as the power of the full moon surged through its veins.
"Shit, shit—I knew coming here was a terrible idea," she muttered, panic rising in her chest. And now her sire… This was what she got for not telling him about the dangers of the full moon.
She glanced over her shoulder. In the distance, she saw the beast—closing in fast, much faster than she could run.
She had no choice.
Time for a dangerous move.
She veered sharply, heading toward the one place even wolves feared—the hunters.
Dodging between trees, she zigzagged through the forest.
Behind her, she could feel the beast's burning hatred—not for her, but for the humans. The fury radiating from it was deeper, more primal than anything she had ever felt. But there was no time to dwell on it.
Ahead, through the trees, she spotted the hunters—red laser sights scanning the woods.
Here goes nothing but just hopes they don't fire at her.
Chris Argent and his men moved carefully, weapons drawn as they scouted the area. He raised his hand, signaling them to halt. Then came the sound—footsteps, fast and heavy, racing toward them.
With a sharp gesture, he signaled his team to shift their aim and ready themselves for whatever was coming.
And then they saw her—a female vampire sprinting for her life, and behind her, glowing red eyes pierced the darkness.
The Alpha…
"Fire!" Chris shouted.
The hunters opened fire—not at her, but at the towering beast behind her.
The beast let out a low, guttural growl as the bullets struck. They were laced with poison—enough to slow it, though not to kill.
The female vampire stumbled and fell behind them, but without hesitation, she pushed herself back up and kept running.
Chris hadn't forgotten about her—but she wasn't their target. They were after the werewolf.
With a single, powerful howl, the ground trembled beneath their feet.
Their gunfire ceased. The beast turned its head and looked directly at them—its body riddled with bullets.
Slowly, the bullets began to drop from its skin, one by one. The wounds sealed shut, healing faster than any human could imagine. None of the rounds had pierced its hide deeply enough to matter.
"Pull back!" Chris shouted.
His men trained and ready. quickly deployed sonic emitters into the ground.
The beast roared in pain as the high-frequency sound pulsed through the air.
"Now!" Chris commanded.
From the trees above, his hidden archers fired. Arrows laced with a special metal whistled through the air and struck true, piercing the creature's thick fur. It let out a guttural groan, staggering under the pain.
With one final glance at the hunters, the beast vanished into the night in the blink of an eye.
"You see? An Alpha without a pack is no different than an Omega," Chris shouted after it, loud enough for the creature to hear.
The men let out cheers—some in victory, others just to calm their pounding hearts after the brief, intense encounter.
"Don't celebrate just yet," Chris warned. "It's still alive—and we need to hunt it down and kill it. As for the vampire, I want reports. Anyone missing, anyone found drained of blood—give me everything."
They nodded firmly.
Holding his rifle over his shoulder, Chris turned away, eyes narrowing.
That Alpha… it was different. Weaker than the last one I faced.
We Hunters normally don't go after Alphas—not without help from witches.
The Wolves Trend to travel in packs. That was what made them dangerous. But this one… it was alone. Vulnerable.
Then there was that vampire…
Looks like I was right.
Beacon Hills was becoming active again—with the supernatural.
By the code, they show no mercy. They protect the innocent, track down, and kill the monsters of the night.