Hunting My Billionaire Vampire

My name is Bernice, and I work for a hunter organization. Not just any hunters—we hunt vampires. Some of my colleagues do this for duty, others for a decent paycheck. Me? It’s both. And revenge. My parents were vampire hunters too. When I was still licking lollipops, they told me many times, “Never, ever get involved in this profession.” They shared stories of vampires—how they looked like aristocrats from luxury brand advertisements, yet underneath, they were ruthless killers. My parents’ hands were stained with the blood of countless monsters, for protecting the human society. However, when I was ten, they took on a mission in the Alps—and never came back. People whispered that they’d been taken by something lurking in the forests. Since that day, I made a vow. If the vampires took my family, I would take theirs. “Bernice. Your next mission.” Michael McGriff’s voice snapped me back to reality. A thick folder landed on the table in front of me. We were in a meeting room, gathered around the long wooden table where assignments were handed out like daily chores. Michael was our team leader. To the world, he was a biology professor at King’s College London—a refined middle aged gentleman. His silver hair and excellent career records earned him the title “Silver Fox”. Not sure whether he likes it or not, but trust me, he wore it well. “Target: Richard Langston.” His voice was calm as always. Richard Langston? Really? Who in England didn’t know that name? Billionaire CEO of Langston Biopharma, the man whose company thrived during the pandemic, profiting off the world’s misery. He was powerful, influential, and untouchable. But none of that mattered. Because the key point was— “The key point is,” Michael continued, “he might not be human.” I frowned. “You mean...” “Vampire, werewolf, or something else entirely.” I opened the file, skimming through the pages. “But what proof do we have?” Michael leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. “That’s why I gave you this task.” “I checked your university records. You just graduated with your Master’s degree. Good news—you won’t need to go job hunting.” Before I reacted, he continued, “Tomorrow, you have an interview for the position of Assistant of the CEO at Langston Group.” I doubted whether I got the wrong information. “Wait—what?” “You’ll be working under Richard Langston,” he continued, as if he was telling a student to hand in their paper tomorrow. “Get close. Observe. Find out what he really is.” I stared at him, my fingers tightening around the folder. “And if it’s confirmed?” Michael’s smile faded. His answer was cold and absolute. “Kill him.” In university, my role was simple: blend in, keep my head down, and quietly sniff out any vampires on campus. If I found one, I reported it. Someone else handled the rest. But now? My first assignment after graduation was to get close to a billionaire? A man with more money, influence, and power than I could possibly deal with? I glanced back at the file. And then—there he was. Richard Langston. A photo stared back at me. He was captured right facing the camera, his sharp blue eyes locking onto the camera as if he knew someone was watching. Intelligent. Calculating... and sexy. The white shirt stretched across his broad shoulders, hinting at a figure that didn’t belong to a businessman stuck in boardrooms all day. His lips curled into a subtle smile—just enough to be charming, yet carrying an edge of something dangerous. A refined predator. My stomach tightened. Damn it. This was exactly my type. Michael, of course, read me like an open book. “About Richard Langston…” I cleared my throat, snapping the folder shut. “Yes?” “There’s one major challenge in this mission.” “Because he also has typical rich people’s stupid characteristics?” I joked. Michael gave me a knowing smile. “The biggest challenge,” he said slowly, “is his charm.” I laughed. “Please. I think I can handle—” “You’re the hunter,” he interrupted, his gaze sharp. “Not the prey.” “Of course. Trust me, silver fox is the only type for me...” I must sound confident. “Before you, there were three hunters trying to get close to him. They all died.” “......” I paused for several seconds, “By...By accidents?” “No dead bodies were found.”