The hunt is begun.

With the hunt now begun, the party of five hunters' now at last wasted no time in dispatching with their prey.

It took no more than a split second for the bullet to fly down the barrel of the gun and cover the distance between Alex and the bullets target. The bullet launched by Alex’s gun then slamming right into the chest of the nightwalker on its course to the nightwalkers heart. Tunneling a red-hot streak of both pain and burning flesh as it went straight to the nightwalkers heart barely giving the bullets victim a moment to scream in such utter and shear pain as the nightwalker was incinerated to death.

 After the ashes of his bullets last and most recent victim showed to the floor, Alex became more animated saying, “By order of the tribunal, you feeders are hereby sentenced to death!” A then grave and solemn smile showing on Alex’s face. The announcing of the tribunals verdict and the feeders death sentences were nothing but a formality, a formality that was supposed to be stated before the feeders subsequent executions. A formality that Alex never much cared for, he had always hated formality politics.

 “The tribunal! Run for your live.” Came a hollered from one of the nightwalkers closer to the corridor leading to the north wing. The two nightwalkers standing by the corridor leading to the north wing turning their backs to Alex to start so as to run up the north-facing corridor in the hopes of evading the tribunal’s judgment and Alex’s wrath. The two nightwalkers fearing the sunrays streaming through the smashed in door as much as the feared Alex.

  The nightwalker named Gregg (who stood by the corridor leading to the west wing of the mansion) on the other hand just stood there staring at Alex with both fear and hatred in his eyes. Gregg’s eyes only momentarily leaving Alex to stare at his blade then back to Alex again. The thought to Alex’s mind must be the same thought going through Gregg’s mind namely being that for as long as Alex stood in the sunlight Gregg could not get near and that Gregg could always throw his blade at Alex in the hope of hitting and killing him but that would mean giving up his only weapon. Gregg then darting back at first to the left hand corridor before he made a complete run for the same corridor that lead to the west wing while his two vampire companions dashed for the north-leading corridor and what they hoped was the safety of the north wing beyond.

 Had the two vampires running for what they thought was the safety of the north wing focused more on the present rather than their fear they would have known and felt the danger that crept towards them from the north wing coming. The terror-filled nightwalkers should have seen him coming, should have sensed the other nightwalker (namely Stevro) as he drew nearer to the two. For a nightwalker could more easily sense that of another nightwalker (or was supposed to) thought Stevro. As the deep shadows (shadows that seemed to be filled will life now, or at least a type of life) grew ever closer to their would-be targets, for it was the shadows that were Stevro’s momentary home right now.

For nightwalkers such as Stevro, (for all nightwalkers actually) had the unique and distinct ability to merge both the equipment and articles on their bodies and their very bodies themselves with the surrounding shadows (providing that the shadows were deep enough) and to be able to move with and through the shadows at will, completely unhindered by the world around them. The only ward against a nightwalkers movement within the shadows was either the ample presence of light in the given area or the distinct breaking of the shadows. For just as the light is the home and safety of a daywalker, so to is the darkness the home and safety to a nightwalker. For the darkness was both a comforting cloak, shield, and dagger to Stevro now. The surrounding darkness a cloak from which Stevro could conceal himself, a shield from which almost no harm could befall Stevro, and a dagger from which Stevro could emerge and attack from, this was the gift that the darkness gave so readily to a nightwalker.

The only thing that could bring harm to Stevro now (or any vampire of the night while in the throws of the shadows) was either fire or direct sunlight, both of which having the effect of killing the nightwalker instantly, the ashes of its victim then materializing from the shadows to fall harmlessly to the ground. However, if the heat of the flame were only moderate in its intensity, then the victim would only be forced from the shadows to take physical form.

The only way to force physically a vampire of the night from its protective embrace of the shadows without killing the vampire would be a low fire in the precise area that the vampire’s essence was located, or the direct application of light focused on the precise area of the vampire’s essence.

This in the case of Stevro’s situation would not be the case. For Stevro, before he had launched on his attack on his soon to be even deader victims (the reason that his victims were about to become even deader was because since his victims were nightwalkers they were technically already dead) he had conveniently left at the far north end of the corridor a window open (the window that he left open facing south), which allowed for a strong enough breeze to blow in and down the corridor, allowing the extinguishing of all candle and torch light in the corridor. The only light left to illuminate the corridor had been left to the candles and torches of the many rooms that branched off of the corridor, these torches and candles of the many rooms that had not been extinguished by the slight breeze only cast a dim glow that posed no hindrance to Stevro.

It was not until Stevro drew within an arms length from his two targets, that both his targets sensed him, concealed as he was by the shadows. A wave of shear dread sweeping across the faces of the two undead (soon to be deader) victims. An arms length was all he needed thought Stevro’s as he emerged from the concealing darkness, shadow given substance as he removed himself from the darkness, his body once more taking on physical substance. And at the moment that Stevro’s body completed it physical transformation from shadow to physical form, Stevro fired two shoots, one from each of his two guns, both barrel and bullets armed for the undeads hearts.

The results of Stevro’s actions taking effect a moment afterwards when the two bullets slammed into the hearts of the two vampires, their bodies then incinerating in a matter of mere seconds.

 “I got these two!” Stevro yelled of to the other four.

 “Understood!” was the reply all around.

 And as the ashes of the two recently killed nightwalkers tumbled to the floor beneath it, Gregg made his move ever feather down the passage that lead to the west wing. Gregg had no sooner flew three feet past a door that lay to his right, a door that lead to the mansions basement, than the blackened skylight just ten feet ahead shattered with an ear shattering smash. The shards of glass descending from smashed and shattered skylight then spraying the entire area with so many a little daggers and cutting anyone trying to get near. Though for Gregg, approaching or even bypassing the shattered skylight was not an option, for just as deadly as the suns rays that was beaming in through the open window was the Werewolf that came crashing in through it.