The vampire hunter knew he’d get them all in the end.
He’d had difficulties – after all, most people didn’t believe in
vampires any more, and they stupidly branded him mad. But he
was out now – and he’d get them all – put a stake through the
heart. And the beauty was, he could get so many, and no one
would ever know. He, the cremator.
© Anthony North, 2010
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