Two:
A Halloween Story

The moon shone full through the swift moving wisps of cloud as a lone figure moved though the trees. Small slits of apparent red eyes glared past the trees to one object. A stone pillar stood against the darkness in a clearing, taking in all of the light that the moons meant to give. The eyes stopped just before the light would show the dark figure. The eyes narrowed, seeing something, taking a defense and a step back.

�You are a hunter. What do you hunt?� A voice came from behind the pillar with contempt. Knowing the answer but wanting it recorded in memory before the opportunity was lost. The voice was calm, feminine but strong, with loneliness and loss. The eyes moved into the light, showing the form of a man in dark clothes, evilly laid against pale skin. His eyes were indeed red with a slight black pupil, covered with a layer of gloss. He grinned, showing his white fangs, apparently having not eaten that night, or they would be red.

�I hunt sweet blood, my dear. I have found my feast.� The assumed woman laughed from behind the pillar as the vampire stepped closer, now stalking his prey and waiting to pounce. The laughter stopped.

�You will have to look further for it, for I have no blood.� The feminine voice became louder as a boom protruded from the area. Another pillar of stone fell onto the vampire, squishing him under the rock. A skeleton turned the corner of the first pillar and laughed with a dress laid onto it�s red stained bones. In a laughing sweet voice it stated one word for the full moon. �Two!�