Dark heart: Hell sent hubby

The rays of sunshine coming through the window covered Felix, his golden hair all over the pillow, with his eyes closed—a truly beautiful sight to behold. His eyebrows formed a crease as the sun rays were hot on his eyelids; his eyes opened, exposing his emerald eyes. He was still groggy from sleeping, his joints sore like he had run a marathon, his head ached, and he felt dizzy. He laid back on the bed to continue sleeping, then something suddenly clicked in his head. "I don't have black sheets," he said, as he sat back up on the bed, taking notice of his surroundings. The room was covered in shades of black, grey, and white.

"This is definitely not my room. Where am I?" he couldn't help but feel like he was forgetting something. His mind soon went to the over-realistic dream he had.

The hunters were camping in the forest, as they found traces of some major vampire activities there. It was Felix's first time getting into actual action, after so many years of training. He was excited but also afraid—well, it's natural for him to be afraid, as he would be going up against bloodthirsty creatures with enhanced abilities.

"Are you scared?" Taylor asked Felix.

"Yeah, is it bad that I'm scared?" Felix replied.

"No, I'm scared too," Taylor said, "but I believe that with the team leader and the amount of weapons with us, we're going to crush those vile creatures." Taylor's determination was evident.

"Will you both be quiet?" a bald uncle in front of them said.

"We're sorry, sir," they whispered in unison.

"Who let them bring kids here?" the bald uncle mumbled, not so quietly.

"Who are you calling a kid? I'm seventeen," Felix yelled at the bald uncle in his head. "Sigh... even if I do say so to his face, I bet that he will still think of us more as kids. He has been in the field for a long time, so we are pretty much like hatchlings to him."

"Stop!" the team leader shouted from the front.

We all reached for the hilt of our swords when we heard his voice. The archers and those with crossbows readied their arrows, preparing to shoot; everyone was in full battle mode. An eerie silence soon surrounded us; the expected battle didn't start. Our hands remained on the hilt of our swords, searching for any abnormalities.

A few seconds of waiting for something to happen, and we were still standing in the same position—there was nothing. I started feeling that something was terribly wrong.

"Felix, did the team leader, by chance, make a mistake about the place?" Taylor whispered to Felix.

Team leader Alexander was confused; he was definitely sure of it. There were meant to be vampires here; his hunter sense could pick up the presence of vampires from miles away. How could it be wrong now?

Thud. Something fell to the ground; the hunters instinctively pulled their swords out of the scabbards.

"Sorry, that was me," said a boy with chestnut-colored hair, the same age as Felix and Taylor. He almost gave everyone a heart attack; turns out he dropped his dagger.

"I knew we shouldn't have brought them. What if that happened when he's fighting? His head would be gone before he knows it. I don't know what the council was thinking, making us babysit these overgrown babies," said the bald uncle from before.

"F*ck his long time on the field; I suddenly have the urge to use the hilt of my sword to hit his head until he bleeds blue," Felix quietly mumbled.

The boy apologized and bent down to pick up his dagger. Thud. Something fell again, but this time it wasn't a dagger—it was a person's head. The head rolled to the feet of the boy, and he screamed, petrified.

Everyone was put on high alert; the archers started firing their arrows at the trees, thinking the attack must have come from above. Felix was shocked and terrified, but he didn't let it slow down his movement; he held his sword in front of him in a defensive pose.

Shadows with glimmering red eyes came out of nowhere and surrounded them, starting to slaughter any hunter they could get their hands on. The sound of swords hitting claws filled the air as a battle predetermined to be a one-sided massacre took place in the cold hours of the night.

Felix, Taylor, and the chestnut-haired boy, being the young, inexperienced ones, found it hard to keep calm as a hundred men dropped down to fifty in just a few minutes. The boys huddled up together to protect themselves from each corner; they could barely see the vampires, being that the only light present was moonlight.

The decreasing number of hunters made the boys the next targets;the other hunters were busy fighting for their lives; they didn't notice the shadow that swept past and went for the boys. Felix suddenly felt that the wind was blowing faster than before; a premonition hit him. "It's in the front!" he yelled to the other two.

They were able to block the claw that came towards them in the last minute; their swords forming a cross shape. The pressure on their swords lightened, and the claw came from another direction with more force. The boys could only defend against the attack from the other side; the vampire kept increasing the force at which it attacked them, like it was testing their resistance. The boys knew they were being toyed with. If this went on, they would run out of energy, and it would be no different from offering themselves on a golden platter to the vampire, who had inhuman stamina.

The boys formed a tacit understanding and decided to attack the next time the vampire attacked. The claw swiped at them again, but this time it didn't collide with the boys' joint swords. The boys almost weren't able to dodge the claw that came at them; they didn't let this close call affect their momentum. With swift movements, they moved into place.

The vampire didn't put their little movement into consideration, as they were ants he could crush at any time. Taylor, being the strongest, chose to attack the vampire upfront; he drove his sword in a circular motion, colliding with the claw aimed at him. The vampire used his other claw to attack Taylor, but it didn't reach Taylor, as it collided with another sword. Felix pushed back the claw with all the strength he could muster.

Taylor and Felix moved in sync; while Taylor attacked, Felix would block any incoming attacks, and the chestnut-haired boy would also make an attack every single chance he could get. The boys' attacks didn't change anything much; the vampire started taking them seriously, but now they were in a stalemate with the vampire, with no side emerging victorious.

The boys were starting to feel fatigue kicking in; the chestnut-haired boy suddenly passed his sword to Taylor and armed himself with his dagger. This act made Taylor's attention shift for a second, but that was enough time for the vampire; he was able to make a deep scratch on Taylor's chest.

Felix saw the blood oozing out of Taylor's chest; he couldn't help but be scared for Taylor's life. He threw himself before Taylor and blocked the second attack heading towards Taylor. He had a rush of adrenaline and was able to push the vampire back by a little bit, but this was just enough for the chestnut-haired boy to make an attack. He drove his dagger to the vampire's heart, but just an inch away from killing the vampire, the dagger was blocked by the vampire's hand.

The dagger entered the vampire's hand, but this injury was still not enough to kill him. In rage, he threw the chestnut-haired boy a few meters away. The throw knocked him unconscious.

The vampire faced the only one still standing, Felix. Felix held his sword up, pointing the blade at the vampire, but his grip was no longer as firm as before, due to fatigue. The vampire swiped his claws, and Felix was back to a defensive pose; he couldn't hold it for long, as the other claw came for him, and he moved back to avoid it. His feet tripped on a body, and he came crashing down to the floor.

The body he tripped on was Taylor's; a little pool of blood had already formed underneath him. Taylor was still breathing, but it slowed down by every second. Felix knew he was done for. "At least I die with my best friend," he thought, as he awaited his death.

He waited for the claw to end him any second from then, as he had lost his sword during the fall, but it actually didn't come. Instead, he saw another shadow appear before the vampire, and he mumbled some incoherent words that Felix didn't understand, as his vision was already blurry, and he blacked out from mental and physical fatigue.