Sabin smirked at Gwyndolyn's wit. However she didn't seem to know how bad the problem was. "There are too many vampires. For every vampire I kill, somewhere in the world another person is turned. It's impossible to solve the problem on my own. All I can do it lessen it. Make sure that the vampires I do meet, meet their end. For one, you'd be dead by now otherwise."
A voice sounded like an echo through the trees. But Sabin wasn't a fool. He had hunted too many vampires already, and had already noticed the vampire that was stalking them. Gwyn had leaned against a tree for support. And vampires were almost always the same. They went for the human. Other vampires were at most, something to consider after the fact.
A vampire pounced out of the shadows, and Sabin was right on the woman. He grabbed her before she could reach Gryn, flinging her into the air and against the ground harshly. The two vampires hisses and growled to each other. A part that Sabin couldn't suppress. It was like two animals fighting for dominance. They lunged at each other. The female with her claws, Sabin with his dagger. And he won. The woman's throat was cut and she fell. So he grabbed one of his stakes and plunged it deep into her chest. The woman soon started to turn to ashes.
Sabin was still huffing, breathing heavily. But he slowly calmed down. Only when he was fully calmed down did he turn to Gwyndolyn. "It seems...that the vampires here were twins. No wonder I thought there was only one." His dagger was still bloody. Sabin decided to wipe it off of the clothes of the female vampire, still laying on the ground. "Are you all right, miss Gwyndolyn?" He asked, concerned about how she was doing.