"I'm glad that you weren't," he says. "You have nothing to worry about anymore."
"Thanks," I smile. "I appreciate that."
"How did you become a hunter?" I asked him.
"When I was younger," he says. "My father told me that I needed to learn how to protect myself from the vampires."
"Was that scary?" I ask.
"No," he laughs. "It was exciting. I was excited to finally have a chance to fight back.
"At first, I wasn't sure if I'd be able to do it," he continues. "I'm not very strong. But I proved my father wrong. The next day, I went to the woods near our house and attacked a group of vampires."
"That sounds dangerous," I gasp.
"It was," he says. "But I managed to kill four of them before they got away."
"Wow," I gasp. "That's incredible! You must have been really brave to do that."
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