The Vampire Hunter's Love

Some brave soul has decided to have the nerve and kick my front door open. By the familiarity of his voice and the very fact that he seeks Anastasia, I do have a fairly good idea of whom this might be. In fact, his dear father once did the very same thing, only that time he kicked the door down. It seems the son is not as strong as the dead old father was.

It does not take the mastermind very long to find me and my beloved eagerly waiting for him to make his presence known. He has no idea that Anastasia is a vampire, nor does he know that she is aware that I am. Not a very clever Vampire Hunter indeed, but he is foolishly brave still.

The moment he sees Anastasia firmly snuggled in my arms, all his millions of delicious blood cells start to race through his little heart.

"Let go of Anastasia!"

"Where are your manners, Mr. Hunter? Do you not greet your hosts."

I chuckle to myself for a moment.

"Well, you do not know how to knock; I must be fo