“So you’re all hunters then?” The driver asked. The landscape was beginning to rise as they got closer to the castle. Soon its dark crumbling towers would be visible.
“Yep. We love hunting vampires.” One of the passengers replied. The driver brought the vehicle to a stop and turned to face them.
“You realise this is not the first van load of hunters I’ve taken up to the castle? My advice to you is that we turn around and you all go and do something else with your lives that isn’t so dangerous and likely to end in disaster.” The driver suggested.
“Well I don’t know what the other hunters were like, but I can assure you I know what I am doing. This vampire will soon be nothing but dust, mark my words.” One of the hunters replied. There was a chorus of agreement with him from the others.
“”Well okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” The driver answered as he started the van again and drove off. Above, the castle finally came into view. The driver began to smile. More prey for my master, the driver thought.
Last night I dreamed I was writing this story, and to my surprise I remembered it once I woke up. I often dream of writing poems and stories, but I never remember what I was writing once I’m awake. The annoying thing is I was also writing another story in the dream which was meant to be better than this one, but I have no clue what that one was about…
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