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Two bullets zipped through the air, one slamming into a male vampire's stomach and the other following suit quickly into its head. The creature was thrown back from the impact, its howl cut short, and the vampire closest to the girl whipped its head in the direction of the new figure. Pulling pale, bluish lips back from monstrous fangs, the third vampire shrieked and leapt forward for the second attacker and was met with a shotgun blast through its abdomen.

Chucking aside the sometimes useful but often cumbersome weapon, Mark whipped out the knife at his thigh and, in a moment of bravado, threw it straight at a fourth vampire. He missed by an embarrassing margin and the knife embedded itself in a nearby tree. He was no good with any range weapon besides a gun, and wasn't sure what had possessed him to suddenly play darts with the damned. With the last two bullets from his first pistol laying in the corpse of one vamp and his shotgun too slow to reload, it was time to go for his final pistol.

The fourth creature whipped its head to look over at the knife, then turn back to Mark, cold rage on its face. Mark had only managed to lift his gun when it was suddenly in his face. He put a wooden bullet into its larynx, but the momentum carried the creature ever forward and Mark was soon slammed under a tangle of dead vampire limbs. The two rolled a little ways backwards, Mark grunting and struggling to disengage. He shoved the corpse aside just in time to spot two more creatures emerging from the hole to serve as snarling, nightmarish backup. Mark laughed quietly under his breath and swore. This was going to be an interesting night.