((Wow, you guys got really far.))
Riik chased after Megan as she ran towards the sound of the gunshot. "Megan!" he called quietly but forcefully, hoping she would hear. He hardly wanted her rushing into battle with her wounded shoulder: It would hardly be good for her.
"Meg-aagh!" he yelled as he was flung into the air, then left hanging inside a net that had been lying on the ground- a trap set for an unlucky vampire. He didn't feel all that lucky at that point.
A chuckle came from the bushes nearby. A dark-eyed, pale-haired man with a jacket of darkened leather and a wide-brimmed hat emerged, laughing more audibly now. "Hello, Anima," he said with an aura of smugness that tinged his ominous appearance with a hint of immature glee at his capture. "How does it feel to finally be caged, like all rabid animals should be?" He walked over to Riik, and seeing the fear in his eyes, punched the vampire in the face. Riik could see that this man had been waiting a long time for this. "I'll catch all of your kind," the man declared. "Every last one of them. All caged, just like you."
Riik had been wiggling in discomfort throughout this speech, and at last he found what he was looking for. His hand flicked imperceptibly and the blade hissed toward the hunter. With a satisfying thunk, the knife Riik had taken from the first hunter pierced the man's throat and lodged there, content with the path it had flown and the target it had struck.
Riik would have grinned had he not been tangled in the net. Twisting his neck, he clamped his teeth on the net, only to find that it had been designed against that very means of escape.
If only I had a knife, he thought ironically.
Riik closed his eyes and thought around, looking for an animal he could control. A swallow was sitting nearby, so he forced himself into its body and had it fly over to the knife and bring it to him. As he popped back into his own body, he grabbed the knife and slashed the ropes, landing on the leaves with a thud.
He straightened himself up, brushed off the leaves, and walked over to the man, kneeling and removing the knife, then sinking his fangs into the man's throat.
Ugh, he thought grudgingly. Blood, however fine, just doesn't taste the same spilled as it does fresh.
Riik pondered for a moment whether he ought to take the gun. He didn't really know how it worked; still, it out-powered almost all other weapons. There was an aspect of using the enemy's weaponry that disgusted him, though, so he ripped the gun in half, took a second knife from the man, and walked off towards the clearing.