Shana was sure of two things. This wasn't going to end well, and she couldn't afford to fail.
Father had been most insistent that she take care of this, and she supposed she could just be thankful that they were in the country of the thing he wanted 'taken care of'.
("You know what happens when people fail me, Shana," the memory of his words echoes.)
But she'd heard about the results of other attempts at this - the hunter becoming the hunted, becoming prey to the thing they were trying to kill. She wasn't sure how she was supposed to do better. (But she knew that she had to.)
Her targets were Vampire twins. Still young. An 'easier target', Father had said. Shana wasn't so sure, given what vampires were capable of. But she'd managed to track them down. Building some kind of structure in a bush. (There's a dead pig nearby, which she almost hopes wasn't their last meal, chances are they're stronger right after they've fed.)
She moves closer, getting ready to strike.