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liters, and to fully satisfy each clan member’s thirst, they each would have to consume 1.5 liters the most. As such, should they need a little more than that, someone might have to wait till the next hunt for a meal. This would always be the youngest in the clan as their hierarchy of authority also determines who feeds first and who gets to go last. As they advanced, two of them bared their teeth exposing their fangs at the corners of their mouth. Eyes bloodshot and a black round pupil in its middle, they looked scary even with their lean shape from afar. One of them stopped in their tracks and spun around slowly, sniffing the air and licking its lips. They were just within range and in the camp vicinity when the signal was given and the team opened fire on them. They had clumsily walked right into a trap and there was barely any chance for escape. In any direction they went, bullets riddled their bodies but it seemingly did nothing to deter them. In the commotion, the alpha male ran in Dr Lenzo’s direction charging an attack. Despite his charging straight towards him, Dr. Lenzo continued shooting at him, cowardly maintaining his stance. The pack leader knocked him with brutal force down to the ground. Bullets following him while running away, he soon buckled over and fell to the ground.
     
    Although being knocked to the ground rather heavily and feeling winded, Dr. Lenzo now knew that he had him. The rest of the clan members were by now scuttling away to safety. Seeing what fate possibly awaited their leader, they did not wait around much. If he could not save himself now, what could they who were less capable do. Two of the hunters tried to get a shot on the vampire who Dr. Lenzo had shot multiple times as they knew very well that it might get back up and try to spring and attack him. Very suddenly, as they suspected, the alpha male quickly recoiled going straight for Lenzo’s neck. Lenzo, acting out of human natural instincts, reacted quickly and stretched out his left hand to save his neck from the bite, but ended up being bitten on the hand.
    “ Holy Shit!” he shouted out, looking at the wound on his now injured hand.
     
    The creature lounged at him once more , and he hurriedly reached into his right pocket and came out with a syringe which he quickly stabbed in the vampire’s neck. It was a cyanide injection which Dr Mabel had given him as a sample which was yet untested. As long as it deterred any further attacks, that was all that mattered to Dr. Lenzo at that very point in time. It had a devastating effect on the vampire, quickly weakening it even without him administering the full dosage of the syringe’s contents. The creature stumbled backwards, falling back to the ground, writhing in pain and discomfort. Dr. Lenzo gathered himself quickly and got to his feet, taking his knife from its protective leather casing and stabbed the vampire in the abdomen with it. He yelled and screamed. Two of his team members rushed to his help while the rest surrounded the weak vampire at gunpoint. They dragged him further away from the vampire who was now holding onto the wound. By the time they were done with administering first aid Lenzo’s wound, the rest of the team had caged the vampire which was getting weaker and weaker as the seconds sped by. Lenzo had his team place a call to Dr Mabel, letting him know that the cyanide worked on the vampire.
     
    “It is in an uncomfortable state but it’s not yet dead, and I figured not to give it more of the cyanide mixture since the little it was struck with has kept it sufficiently down” he told him over the mobile phone.
     
    “How much of the cyanide did you administer?” asked Mabel.
     
    “Well, just about a bit less than half of the syringe’s content.” Lenzo replied.
     
    “ Hmmm, well that’s quite a small amount to have such an adverse effect on its system,” Mabel replied.
     
    “That’s true, I had thought so to myself, but it’s probably because I