Luke sighed deeply as he finished his spell. He had killed one vampire, but there might be more. He wanted to be sure, so he whispered the right words in ancient Lore into the air. Magic did not come easy to normal humans, though Luke was not normal. His family had been hunting vampires since before The Geirmund was founded. It was in their blood. Máni blood, they called it; the ones that had strong magic, and strong arms. Luke had spent his childhood studying magic, he knew exactly what words to whisper and how much intent to place behind the words. 

“Great, there are more vampires here,” Luke whispered to himself. 

He was not displeased at all, he was happy. More vampires to get rid of, better that they were all in the same place. His eyes darkened as he walked back into the club from the bathroom, and searched the bar for any suspects. Everyone seemed completely oblivious to the world around them, as if they didn’t have a care in the world. Perhaps they didn’t? It was noon, and they were all dancing the day away at a club. Luke could easily imagine his sister Artemis being in this club at noon dancing her life away. 

He clicked his tongue again, his eyes shifted and fixed on a man who had just entered from behind the bar. He knew who it was, one of those vampires he couldn’t touch. Or rather, The Geirmund were too scared to let any hunter touch this vampire. Leon Valentine – a prominent name in Dawn – the Valentines were one of the thirteen main vampire families. True vampires, with powers that could destroy and kill all too easily. 

Luke clenched his fists and gritted his teeth together. The thought of killing such a vampire— he couldn’t help but look forward to it. There was almost a madness in his eyes as he stared at Leon Valentine, the look of a hunter who had found his prey. The darkness had seemed to grab a hold of him, and for a moment he felt as if he could do it. He could kill Leon Valentine if he wanted to. 

Seconds later Luke stood outside of the club and leaned his head against the rough wall; his breath was ragged and his heart beat fast. Despair had gotten under his skin, his expressionless mask had slipped for a moment. 

“Get a grip,” Luke mumbled under his breath, “I can come back when he’s not there.” 

A sudden gust of wind blew through his red hair as he straightened himself. One dead vampire was better than none, at least that was what Luke told himself. The rest would have to wait. Perhaps early tomorrow morning would be better, right at dawn. Luke breathed out, a sense of relief from the pressure he kept putting on himself. 

“I know, I could have taken him on. But at what cost?” Luke whispered to himself as he started walking down the street. 

He knew he needed to be better prepared for this, he needed to make a solid plan like he always did. Luke had let his feelings get the better of him for a moment— he shook his head and glanced up at the darkening sky. He was better off without feelings, without anything that would get in the way. He needed to remain calm, distant. Killing vampires worked better if he turned off everything. 

Luke pulled out his buzzing device from his pocket, Artemis kept sending him what seemed like a million messages. She was reminding him to buy different things, to be there in case the roommate were to show up. Luke sighed, he did not want a roommate. He wanted peace and quiet. He kept wondering how he could get this new roommate to leave. It was true— he was the reason they had all left, he could not stand any of them. 

“How do we make her leave?” Luke clicked his tongue and placed his hands back in the pockets of his biker jacket. 

He needed to see what she was like first, only then could he find the best way to scare her off.