Dracul slid off her roof, returning to the warmth of her home. She put her thermos down on her table before grabbing a few silver daggers and more arrows. She wanted to go hunting. Red hair tucked into her hood, Dracul headed out. 

Her boots made footprints in the snow, but Dracul made very little noise herself. She was at the edge of the forest, moon above her in the distance, werewolves deeper into the woods. But the ground wasn't Dracul's strong point. The trees were. And so Dracul climbed into the sturdy branches above. Out of sight, clambering from one tree to another. 

The gunshots that sounded did not scare Dracul. Her prey would not be stolen that easily. She was been doing this for a while. Her crossbow would mean the death of the werewolves. The death of as many as she could get. 

Arrack had clamber across a few trees before stumbling upon two people. Well, not really stumbled, they were still quite unaware of their predator. The death lurking in the trees. Dracul strained her ears to hear the conversation.

"Come on Ted, we need to head back."
"We'll be fine. We're not that far away. Stop complaining, Susanna."

Dracul loaded a bolt into her crossbow. Aiming for the male, presumably Ted. She fired. The bolt pierced his neck, it's silver tip protruding from the other side of Ted's neck as he crumpled to the ground, blood spilling, the life in his eyes faded and gone. 

Dracul had used her stealth for one surprise attack. She assumed that Ted would be the stronger. But she still had to fight Susanna. Dracul threw a dagger at the werewolf who was steadily approaching her hideout, prowling, now in wolf form. The dagger hit her arm, halting her momentarily. Giving Dracul just enough time to load another bolt. And enough time to kill the female. Leaving her lifeless body next the male. Retrieving her bolts and dagger. They must have been low level werewolves. It was too easy. Then again, Dracul had had surprise on her side.