It had been a few years since Hannibal King had been turned into a vampire and he still hadn't bitten a single person. Refusing to become a monster like the ones that had bit him and stolen his humanity. Hooking up with hunter groups he met Annabel Whistler and the Day stalkers. Given refuge he was able to feed on what animals and blood packs he could come across from the vet office. Another group of hunters was joining them tonight. The Death Walkers. The group looked at Hannibal at the meeting as they arrived. Abby was surprised they didn't try to attack him. "You guys seem awfully calm." The lead Brighton smirked. "Your not the first team to have a vampire on the team though ours has been around longer then your friend here." When abby joked about age Brighton smirked. "She is 294, and believe it or not she's never hunted a human, she hunts down animals or she feeds of vampires." Abby blinked at that. "Where is she?" They looked up in the rafters was someone perched in the dark light glinting off emerald eyes they seemed to glow in a very errie way. "She rarely talks or leaves her perches, she's a hunter." Brighton smiled and looked at them. "Her name is Emma but we call her Em."
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