Dirk Longpole, vampire hunter and protector of humanity reached his destination, the manor house of a vampire rumored to have preyed upon the locals of the village. Long french windows climbed high into the cloudy, gloom filled night sky. Ivy rested at its sides and at its feet lay black dead leaves. It felt colder being so close. In his tattered duster and wide brim hat, which was in poor condition, he shivered and hurried to the door. Though before he burst in, he took a moment to pray.
Garlic hung in a necklace around his neck, and a vial of holy water pressed against him in his pocket. A golden cross was tucked into his shirt for extra protection. All he had to do would be to hold out until sunrise.
BAM
The door crashed open as he rushed in, clutching the cross in his fist tightly.
Footsteps muffled by the deep purple runner that spanned a long hallway, he crept forward. Fire lit chandeliers cast wavering light in circles, though there was a deep darkness between each gap. Frowning, he let go of the cross and listened, turning his head in the direction of every door lining the halls.