My Werewolf Vampire Lover

Chapter 8: The Vampire Hunter

A chilling cold spread from my neck, my blood rushing out like wild horses breaking free. The two horrifying bite marks became the vampire’s greedy source. He drank deeply, making sibilant sounds as if savoring a rare delicacy, my blood seemingly his ultimate feast. I closed my eyes, thinking, “Perhaps this is my destined fate.”

Just as I felt my life slipping away, the vampire’s fangs abruptly withdrew from my skin. He staggered back, his face shifting from a ghastly pale to an ashen gray, my crimson blood staining his lips, creating a ghastly scene. His movements grew sluggish and clumsy, his twisted features no longer terrifying but filled with painful struggle. His screams echoed through the tunnel, his body turning yellow, ultimately disintegrating into a pile of dust, like sand scattered by the wind.

I leaned weakly against the wall, gasping for breath, trying to draw a semblance of life from the cold air. At that moment, footsteps approached from a distance, sounding like the drumbeats of death. My heart tightened—could it be another vampire? But when the familiar figure appeared, my fear began to dissipate. It was Matthew, dressed in a suit, calmly walking toward me.

I let out a long breath, my panic slowly subsiding. Matthew seemed indifferent to my ordeal, casually remarking, “See? You’re still in one piece.” His tone held a hint of mockery, prompting me to retort, “I was bitten by a vampire. Does that look ‘in one piece’ to you?”

Matthew chuckled dismissively, his gaze scanning me as if searching for something. My heart skipped a beat—could he see my wounds? But he merely handed me a small mirror. Puzzled, I took the mirror and saw my reflection: my face was paper-white, my entire being frail and weak. My eyes drifted to my neck—the bite marks had vanished, leaving only faint bloodstains and smooth, unblemished skin.

“How is this possible?” I exclaimed in astonishment. Matthew smiled slightly, as if everything was within his control. He crouched down, meeting my eyes, his gaze filled with a mysterious light. He gently stroked my chin, slowly leaning toward my lips as if to kiss me. Startled, I slapped his face, the crisp sound echoing in the silent tunnel.

Matthew turned his head, his yellow eyes gleaming with an unusual light. He stared at me, seemingly surprised by my reaction. I breathed heavily, unsure why I had acted that way. Without a word, Matthew stood up quickly and walked into the darkness, leaving me alone in the empty tunnel.

I didn’t know how long it was before I felt myself being lifted, then lost consciousness. When I woke again, I found myself in a room full of metallic and military vibes. The room had no windows, only a dim light flickering above. I struggled to sit up, trying to figure out where I was. The door to the room opened, and a figure dressed in full gear, wearing a mask, entered. As he approached, I recognized him—it was Matthew.

I glared at him coldly, demanding, “What do you want from me?” Matthew removed his mask, revealing his yellow eyes. He spoke calmly, “You wanted to know the reasons and the truth? Now, let me tell you.”

He paused before continuing, “On the surface, our organization appears to be involved in commercial and political activities, but our real mission is to hunt down a particular kind of being—a being you and I once thought couldn’t exist—vampires.”

I stared at him in shock, struggling to grasp it all. Matthew went on, “Our organization is ancient, dedicated to concealing our primary activities and missions—killing vampires. Lately, we’ve shifted to capturing them alive because of their powerful abilities to read minds and hypnotize humans. Our goal is to capture more vampires for research, developing technologies to counter them.”

I took a deep breath, trying to digest this startling information. Matthew continued, “This initiative is known as the KV Program—Killing Vampires. Recently, vampires have become increasingly brazen, lurking among humans and posing constant threats. Our organization cannot publicly acknowledge this, as it would shatter people’s worldviews. Hence, we operate in secrecy, with our Manhattan branch dedicated to combating vampires.”

I asked nervously, “Why did you involve me?” Matthew replied, “The politician you assassinated had vampire blood.”

I gaped at him in shock, “You mean that old politician was a vampire?”

Matthew nodded, “Strictly speaking, he was a half-vampire, but the difference is minor, merely in bloodline.”

I realized then that I was caught in a massive conspiracy, and this was just the tip of the iceberg.

Matthew explained, “Upon further investigation, we uncovered the organization's secrets. You possess extraordinary powers, able to kill the politician instantly. We painstakingly obtained surveillance footage from the FBI, installed to protect the politician, but the organization seized the crucial information first. The footage showed you battling him, your hand bitten but healing miraculously within seconds. When you left, he turned to dust, just like the vampire you defeated in the tunnel.” His voice conveyed the awe and respect he felt for your abilities.