Personal Narrative: My First Hunt

This wasn’t your first hunt and it wouldn’t be your last, you started hunting at 13 but started training when you were merely 5. You lived with your auntie and uncle who are hunters; they were the only parents you had ever known ever since… Your mother had died in a fire when you were a baby and you had an estranged father, all that was left to remind you off him was the 1970 dodge charger that he told your uncle to give to you when you were 16.

The rain pounded against the tarmac as you drove on with a determined look in your eyes. You were in your Dodge and rode into the night, you were in Nevada on the hunt for a group of vampires that took shelter in the mountains, you’d lost them but came across a story in the paper that said, ‘Lehman

Exiting the car you made your way to the boot and retrieved your machete and dead man’s blood which you got from your previous hunt. You were only expecting there to be about 3 as you killed 4 others back in Utah, girl you were wrong. You crept up near the Lehman caves and began to walk inside, being careful not to make your footsteps echo, all you could hear was the sound of water running through the walls, if you weren’t hunting for vampires in there it would have been the most beautiful place you had ever seen. Hushed whispers began to echo around the cave as you entered deeper, your machete clung to your body in case of any surprise attacks. Suddenly you heard nothing. Your heart beat began to increase as you looked around the corner and saw at least 10 vampires with their mouths open and ears twitching listening to your heart go boom. They all scattered across the cave looking for this fresh blood supply, two vampires, a man and a woman, were heading in your direction, your breath was light whereas the vampires was deep and hungry as you heard them growl. As they came around the corner you swung your machete and sliced the man’s head off as he made eye contact with you, the blood thirst illuminating his eyes, as his head rolled in the narrow cave. The black haired women lunged at

You tried to open your eyes but were blinded by a bright light, eventually your eyes adjusted and the first thing you saw was the ceiling. Immediately you thought where the hell were you, your first thought was that you were now a blood bank for the vampires but vampires wouldn’t have put you in a motel room. You checked for your gun and knife but found out that you were in sweatpants and a vest top, cuts and bruises lined your arms and a massive headache erupted in your head. You sat up and then looked around your surroundings, you were in a small room, there were 2 double beds, a sofa and a separate room that you realized was the bathroom, cobwebs hung in the corners of the room yuk. You walked over to your freshly washed clothes which were sitting on the table with your gun, knife and machete next to it, your gun was still loaded. Suddenly 2 voices came from outside the room, picking your gun up and you pointed it to the door a tall man and a handsome man tumbled in with food from what looked like Darny’s diner, they looked at you and you held a stern pose with your eyes meeting there’s. The room was silent except from the taller man closing the door behind him not saying a word. ‘Who the hell are you?’ you said cocking your gun to try and intimidate them. ‘Calm down there, you should be grateful we didn’t leave you to be dinner’ said the handsome one, he placed the food on