Brandon attacked first. Like a shadow, he rushed between the hunters, disarming almost everyone. They didn't even realize what had happened. He came back to us and stood next to us again. In one hand he twisted a poisonous dagger, and in the other he folded the rest. The vampire grinned, waving the weapon around like a toy. There is no sun and nothing to him.

  Without their leader, the young hunters did not dare to fight. They are well aware that the chances of defeating a supernatural being without a weapon and without being taken by surprise are zero.

  Fifteen people surrounded us, froze in place, not knowing what...