บท 40: Chapter 40: Vampire Hunter

The tall man with broad shoulders and raven black hair smiled at them. Sabrina recoiled from that horrific smile. Dressed in black pants with a long tunic over that and leather boots, he looked like a medieval villain.

"I apologize for the dramatic entrance. Somehow, I doubted you'd extend an invitation to tea and your excellent koeksisters."

Sabrina saw red. If Mark hadn't placed his arm around her, she would've jumped the man and scratched his eyes out. How dare he? First, gargoyles destroyed her ouma's house and now this vampire hunter - those crossbows gave away what he was, a vampire hunter - invaded her home.

"You could've knocked, you reject from a medieval faire." She motioned to the wolves, who looked ready to take on the vampire hunters. "See? The wolves knew to knock. Then we open the door and no one has to break my windows!"

"Simon," Mark said between clenched teeth.

He gave a courtly bow. "At your service."

"Why aren't you in Europe?" Christopher asked.