allow me to tell you about fucking vampire hunters.
>got deployed to hunt a fucking vampire king aka a "dracula" soon after oath ceremony some years ago
>because fuck my luck
>believe me, watching 7ft tall fucks ripping your buddies apart limb by fucking limp with their bare hands isn't something you want to see
>you wanna help them
>yet you're mostly focused about not being the next
>i lost most of the frens i made when we got to the dracula's underground chambers
>brother superior lost about 3/4 of the men he swore to bring back home alive
>me and some other novices got to fend off the remaining vamps and thralls trying to eat us alive
>the rest of the novices and most of the vets faced the vig vamp himself
>we could only hear the screams
>dear lord the fucking screams
>then absolute silence
>for what felt like hours
>last couple vamps and their thralls fucked off just to be welcomed by the away crew anyway
>we got into the hall after that
>we just saw the floor and walls painted red, and the veterans covered in blood and gore atop the dracula's "corpse"
>if you can even call a mangled bunch of skin and broken limbs as such
>they paraded what was left of the 4th's head and limbs all the way to the surface on pikes
>besides actually getting the dracula's head, the hunt was basically a fucking disaster
>it's all a shitshow from there
>after we returned home, our methods... changed
>it wasn't about a clean, efficient "purge" anymore
>it was about basically flaying the fuckers alive to tell every other faggot in town to fuck off or come out
>i actually got my hands on that buzzaw thing when it got out of the prototype stage
>it's ideal for making mince meat because not much else is left after you land a clean hit
>then some of us began to go mad
>like full time schizo
>either because of all the shit we began to do
>or the knowledge they got from the dracula's library
>my last year as a huntsman was spent between turning vampires into mush or cleaning up the workshops and pretending i didn't hear the screams from within the locked doors
>i didn't retake the hunter's oath
>neither did a decent amount of my buddies
>the whole of them are now just lunatics high on blood
>sleeping is hard now
>everything feels like a dream at times

every time i see a vamp, i kind of wanna kill them myself before someone calls fucking hunters that'll torture it to death or worse