That was my first experience of being a vampire hunter, at least my first in a human shape. The very next one occurred while I was being a werewolf. I was prowling a deep, dark forest when another wolf trotted out of nowhere. I got the sense of danger; it was creeping down my spine. She, for surely it was, smiled, revealing pointed white teeth. She would have passed for a werewolf if she was not betrayed by one thing. There were bloodstains on her teeth. I knew right away this was no werewolf. It was one of those… abominations. Suddenly, she sprang towards me. I leapt backwards. We forgot for what seemed like eternity. I had forgotten about a lunar eclipse until it was upon us. I fell out of my wolf shape; she hastily turned herself into a human too. As I thought, I was fighting a female vampire. I beat a hasty retreat to my hunting supplies. She came after me. I reached into my bag. I pulled out the first thing my head landed upon, my father’s silver crucifix. I tried not to whimper. I sat still. She came closer and closer. Finally she was closer enough. I threw the crucifix around her neck. She screamed in pain and outrage. “Now, you know who I felt,” I muttered. I quickly pulled out silver chains. I attached her to a nearby aspen tree. She had stopped screaming and now was glaring at me. If looks could kill, I would be long dead. I pulled out one of my prized weapons. She hissed. I growled at her. I removed my father’s heirloom from around her neck. I set it off and ran. I was long out of range when the T.N.T. exploded.