Hunted, by Larry Kollar
He ran through the darkened halls, looking behind him on occasion. No way out, his footsteps told him. Every room was a dead end.
His father’s voice came to him from so long ago: This dabbling in the occult will end badly! Yes. His body feared only death… his mind feared what lay beyond.
Bursting into the great room, he paused, looking around for a hiding place.
Curtains flew open, the sun shone in, and he cried out in pain and terror. The hunter rushed forward with a cry of triumph, and drove his sharpened stake into the vampire’s heart.