The Vow of a Hunter

She peered through the glass door of the airport, and a scowl passed over her face. She hated the vampire, and she had a good reason. He was in there. She knew that. She'd seen him come out. She'd seen him attack a woman. The labrador strained at the lead, but she yanked it sharply, and it stopped, sitting by her feet. 

Konrad. He had escaped Hunters for too long. She knew from past experience. She had nearly caught him two years ago, and somehow, he'd escaped. Not again, she vowed.

"You will pay, Konrad. I swear it," and then she turned and walked to the boot of her car.

The End

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