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Eugene was an exhausted man who tried to live a strict life, a life with rules that he could follow with no misinterpretations.
He sat down on his bed, taking off his tattered shirt. He breathed deeply as he looked at the cut running down his arm. He grabbed his first-aid kit from his bedside table.
He was one of the best vampire hunters in Romania, this reputation leading him to be sent across Europe to exterminate vampires.
Today’s one wasn’t strong; he could tell it was likely infected recently and was left alone after, by the fact that it was quite clumsy and was only able to catch him off guard with a slice against his arm. It wasn’t going last long, being able to be taken out by a silver bullet and decapitated for good measure.
Wrapping the bandages around his arm, he saw his commander come into his room, dropping a file next to him. 'What the hell is this…’ he mumbled. “Your new case.” His commander insisted, “Plus, you’re quite familiar with this region.” That detail had led him to open the case file, ‘Uglich, Russia.’ That was all he saw before closing it. “Can’t someone else handle this?’ He stated, the exhaustion in his voice being made clear. "You're the best I got… and we don’t exactly have that much information on it.” He stated, before leaving Eugene’s room.
All he could do was let out a deep breath, running his hand through his greasy hair.
A week later, he found himself back in a place he had run away from. He was going to live there until he found more information on the vampire and exterminated it; luckily, his commander was kind enough to pay for a house, so he wouldn’t have to stay in hostels.
He decided against walking around wanting to get himself organized. He stepped inside his temporary home, and he felt dreadful. He hated the feeling of memories that he had pushed away for years coming back to him. He managed to calm himself down, too determined to find this job so he could leave.
He stayed inside unpacking for the rest of the day until the sun had gone down and the moon had replaced it. He took this as a good time to examine the kinds of people who are more lively during the nighttime, which was shockingly more than he thought, mostly young adults or a few drunkards spewing nonsense. But as he walked closer to a rundown church. He saw a figure with long, curly, raven hair going down their back sitting on a bench. He felt a ping of something unusual beckoning him to get closer to them. He felt as if his body was moving on its own until he was right in front of the bench. “Um… Ma'am, do you happen to know of any—" Before he could finish, she looked up and answered. “There's a bar not too far from here; you passed it on your way down here.” Her voice was her accent, making her sound almost ethereal. Her dark skin, partially glowing in the moonlight. “Thank you…” He muttered, walking back towards the bar, confused out of his mind. “You’re welcome...”