Being a vampire hunter was not something Amos had ever imagined doing back when he had been a boy.
Amos, just like any other vampire hunter, earned his daily bread by hunting vampires. He had a bow, a quiver of arrows, arrows, a hand axe, a dagger, and of course, a two-handed sword, perfect to decapitate someone with.
Amos was pissed off.
His vampire hunting grounds had been disturbed. There was not a single vampire left there. For, that was actually a vampire farm.
You see, the feeder, as the vampires called him, was actually a vampire hunter who gave the vampires pig blood.
He also had a farm, and he got the pigs from there. And now, there weren't even any coffins left. There was vampire dust sprinkled on the floor of the cave.
Amos wanted to strangle someone.
His source of income was now a thing of the past. There was no way for him to actually talk any vampires into coming to live in this cave.
