[ CW ] Start with `` Everyone knew trying to run was futile , yet so far all of them tried anyway '' , end with `` I do n't make the rules , I just enforce them . ''

Everyone knew trying to run was futile, yet so far all of them tried anyway. Imagine, a being so quick, so deadly, so accurate, it blurs the very air it passes through. How could even the fastest human alive, let alone your average fat guy, possibly outrun a vampire? I mean, if I was up against them, I'd run too. Luckily for me, I *am* one of them. And I was at the head of the war. The war that started Friday 13th, February 2015. Perhaps a little back-story will help you understand why me and my ilk are fighting the humans. 
 
 Just a week before: 
 We never go out during the day, we *only* go out at night. And for good reason. 1 hour in the sun: reddening of skin. 2 hours: blisters. 3 hours: bloody and pus-oozing skin. 5: sparks start to fly. 6 hours in the sunlight: death. Besides the painful ( and sometimes outright deadly ) aspect of sunlight, the other reason we could n't go out in the day was simple. I'm actually surprised it did n't happen any sooner, what with the ever-increasing state of human technology. Street cameras, cellphone cameras, building cameras, traffic cameras... cameras, cameras, cameras. With the amount of cameras everywhere, you'd think the humans are trying to create some kind of all-encompassing reality show, certainly crazier things have been done by humans. Yeah, so that's reason. Cameras everywhere. At least at night people keep to themselves and are less likely to spot a Pire. That's what we call ourselves, Pires. Anyway, me and my coven-mates ( coven is a group of Pires who hang together, literally; when we'hang', we're in our bat forms ) were walking towards the warehouse where the covens of New York meet once a month. My best-mate, Alik, paused mid-step; I remember his feral sniffing. 
 
 `` Alik,'' I said quietly, ever-mindful of possible hidden-mortals. `` What is it?'' 
 
 With his nostrils flared, he turned to me. `` Something's not right, man.'' Alik had been turned in the 70s, he never changed his *talk*. 
 
 Allie, the only female in our coven, a Pire who looked 24 but was 87, said: `` I know what he means, Nikolai, I smell something... *off*.'' 
 
 I looked around and gave a tentative sniff. I did n't smell anything. I shook my head. `` I do n't smell anything,'' I said. `` But I guess you guys would know.'' I was only turned a few years ago, I was still developing my abilities, which included super-sensory sniffing. 
 
 Alik nodded. `` Yeah, alright,'' he said. `` I'll go ahead a bit.'' 
 
 He started walking away and I noticed Ally looked slightly nervous; I was pretty sure she was crushing on him, but for all her age and wisdom, at heart she was just out of her teens and so, I'm guessing, she was nervous. I said nothing. 
 
 Around a minute later, Alik came sprinting back towards us, leaving distorted air and particulate matter in his wake. He stopped on a dime right in front of us. His face shocked. 
 
 `` Dude, they're all... dust,'' he said, then collapsed forward. I looked down at his body and felt faint. Sticking out of his back was a stake made form birch wood. Ally gasped then fell to her knees beside his body. The rest of the coven growled and hissed. Humans. Only humans would do this. Soon after that, Alik was dust. We were gone within seconds, but that was just the start of our poor fortune. When we got back to our den, a dilapidated underground warehouse in the Bronx, on every news channel was a group of Hunters massacring vampires. The Pires of New York. We were discovered. 
 
 The following days, the internet was blowing up. The people called for our heads on pikes. We still are n't sure how that group of Hunters found our meeting place, but I reckon we'll never know. One thing we did know though, was that there was a war starting. And we were at the center of it. 
 
 Friday 13th: 
 
 I slammed the bar door shut behind me, and strolled slowly in with Ally at my side. We were the only survivors of my coven, despite my lacking abilities. Apparently the burning rage in the pit of my stomach that pulsed like a diseased heart was power enough to single-handedly kill 400 humans so far. You may ask how I can kill so many of a people I once was. Well, ask yourself this: would you seek revenge against the people that killed your family? I know I would, and I did. I avenged my Sire and I helped avenge the rest. But it was n't over, oh no, not by a long shot. The citizens called for our heads, especially after seeing the damage we could do. At first, when the video of the Hunters slaughtering my brethren, they only been *half* serious. Now, thought, now it was serious. Every night there were patrols of soldiers, looking for some Pires to hunt down. 
 
 `` Hiya fella,'' the barkeep said cheerily, wiping some well-earned sweat from his forehead. `` What'll ya have?'' 
 
 I did n't answer. I just strolled forward, with Ally on my seven. This was the main Hunter bar, and my veins were singing for the blood of my enemy. I needed vengeance. 
 
 Alik's shocked face flashed through my mind. 
 
 `` Everyone,'' I shouted, once I reached the bar. `` Raise your hand if your a Hunter.'' 
 
 People all looked at each other, but they were all smiling. Like they expected me to salute them for murdering my kin. 59 out of 72 raised there hands. They were a burly bunch, to be sure, but I was an apex predator. I was *made* to get humans, even though, before the start of the war, I had never killed. Yeah, that's right. That's why vengeance is a must. The unionized Pires of the Western world and Europe *did not kill humans*, that is why vengeance *is a must*. They will rue the day they slaughtered the Bronx Pires. 
 
 `` You're all going to die,'' I said, then to prove my point, in less than 10 seconds, Ally and I zoomed around the room and took all their guns and weapons. 
 
 Realizations dawned on some of the smarter Hunters' faces. `` Monsters!'' a Hunter shouted. 
 
 `` You- you ca n't do this!'' one of the braver called. 
 
 I grinned and Ally clutched my arm in bliss. We were gon na show them what we could do. `` I do n't make the rules,'' I said with a feral grin, and I heard Ally hold back a mad giggle. `` I just enforce them.''
