An account of a hunt taken directly from a Dusk Vampire. Given unwillingly.
It was dark. Is dark. Will be dark. I ran. I run. I will run. Chased. Chases. Chase. I find them in the dark and reach out my hands. My world is gone. My world is gone. They have a world and still and still and still they burn it. They burn it and call it us. I hate them. They do not deserve it. They do not deserve their world. It was on fire before we came here. The air the air air it is full of smoke and smoke and smoke. It tastes of poison and smoke and terrible terrible terrible things. So I hunt I hunt I hunt. I hunt them. I will hunt them. I will drown their ruins in their poisoned blood. Until until until there are none left. This world this world this world will be ours. Ours.