The Predator

The hunted now becomes the predator.

I bit a vampire. I sank my teeth right into his flesh and drew blood, and I liked it. Now, I'm craving it as if I'm a creature of the night. I'm far from it. My family has been hunting and killing the bloodsuckers for centuries.

So it comes as a horrifying shock when my aunt catches me licking blood off a knife like its cake batter. Panicking, she calls someone who she thinks can help me. Little does she know that dangling me like a carrot to Sam Mason has...