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Unveil a world filled with monstrous shadows and whispering darkness.
“Things are so different now. Demons of all kinds are shrouding this world and they are hard to kill. I missed the good ole’ days, when a little silver and holy water got the job done.” ~ Havoc
When darkness falls, Vampire Huntress Joan “Havoc” Dawson and her team gears up and steps out to meet the evil as it threatens to spill onto the streets of mankind.
On the second anniversary of her sister’s death, Havoc finds herself lured into a rundown neighborhood by an unknown entity. She stumbles upon a dark secret, one that’s guaranteed to claim many innocent lives.
But in order to destroy the creature behind the madness, Havoc may have to surrender her soul to the darkness.
Havoc drew her pistol, aimed and fired.
A one-inch UV capsule shot down the barrel and sought out its target in the dead heart of the one on the right. It was there the liquid poisonous to vampires was released.
Ultraviolet light expelled from his mouth, eyes, nostrils and ears in a brilliant display of silvery-blue rays. Sinking to his knees, he released a blood gurgling shrill. His eyeballs melted in their sockets. His flesh liquefied and oozed from his skeletal frame.
Before he could dissolve into a heap of steaming mush and bones, she whipped the barrel of her gun toward the other one.
He vanished before she could get a shot off.
“Crap.” Havoc rose to her feet and slid her glock back into its holster. The creature circled her in flashing movements, never staying in one place longer than a split second. This made it impossible to pinpoint his location.
His taunting laughter echoed all around her. “Oh, so you think you’re bad? Huh, bitch?”
Great. Another low-level idiot.
She reached over her head and wrapped her fingers tightly around the handle of her blade. The fact he used this drifting technique to confuse her suggested he wouldn’t be brave enough to come at her head on. So his attack would most likely come from behind.
Just as she predicted, he rushed her from the rear. He yanked at her coat, snatching her out of her battle stance and against his hard body. An arm rounded her waist; his foul breath steamed her neck. She threw an elbow back and smashed him in the nose.
Hissing, he leaped back from her, circled around to her blind spot and lunged at her again.
Sword drawn, she spun around, crouched low and swept her blade in a wide arc.
A sharp ching rung out, followed by a throaty howl. Blood exploded across the wall. Cleaved in two, the halves of his body crumpled to the ground. His flesh crinkled and faded to a ghastly gray before he disintegrated into ashes and flittered away on the wind.