ˠ Bill Kaulitz

There are two kinds of beings in the world: humans and vampires. Vampires, by nature, need to drink blood to live, whether human or animal. For this reason, humans have been stalking them since they were discovered, and vampire hunters were created—people destined to kill as many vampires as possible. Among them is Bill, a 20-year-old boy who is the best hunter of his generation, killing vampires in cold blood.

It's now nighttime in the forest, and the sound of Bill's leather boots can be heard running through the wet mud, chasing a specific vampire who has caught his attention. Drops of blood run down his cheek; that vampire had caused him a cut, but he didn't care; he just wanted to kill her.

For a moment he lost her, until he heard a scream coming from the left and ran over. He found her, lying in the mud. She had cut her entire arm on a branch and she wasn't stopping bleeding.

—I found you, you're very fast, but not faster than me and that's going to cost you—

The dreadlocked man said, in a mocking tone. He pointed his bow at her head, ready to shoot, expecting to see her expression full of fear and anguish, but instead, he only saw the vampire raise her hands, as if surrendering, and just close her eyes, awaiting her fate. Bill slowly lowered his bow, seeing that action surprised him.

—Kill me, come on, do it—

The vampire asked, opening her eyes and looking at him. Her attitude sparked curiosity in the dreadlocked boy. Normally, vampires tended to fight and defend themselves, but she seemed to just wait for her death without putting up a fight.