"You think I'd let you die so easily?" the vampire taunted, his smirk accentuating his words. Just as he prepared to pounce on Rye once more, a figure appeared on the scene.
It was Leopold!
Leopold sprinted towards the source of the gunshots, his every muscle propelling him forward. His eyes locked onto the wounded Rye and the looming vampire before him.
Without the vampire's notice, Leopold swiftly moved, wielding the pitchfork with remarkable speed to intercept the approaching menace. The vampire was far too formidable for Rye to handle alone, but even Leopold faced a daunting challenge.
"Hunters..." the vampire hissed, a smirk twisting his face. He clutched his wounded hip, the silver-infused pitchfork preventing a swift recovery.
Relieved, Rye collapsed to the ground, desperately
