Male: I used to hear stories about the vampires when I was a just a boy. I never believed 'em til that night I saw one with my own eyes. Like death staring you in the face. Cold.  Sickly.  Never gotten over the feeling, that look in its eyes.

Female: My father was the one who taught me to hunt.  The roll of the foot.  The quick and quiet draw of the bow.  We used to go out for days at a time,  silent shadows stalking our prey.  Now that was the life.