MY DEAR, MY DEAR, IT IS NOT SO DREADFUL HERE.

Diana had been in town for almost a month now, and already she didn’t like what she was seeing. Supernatural ran around the place with no one to go after them. Sure she had run into a few hunters, one of them being an old friend from her troubling days in the past. Passing through Sleepy Hollow had been her idea of a place to live after she lost the baby and her husband. Maybe it was because it was somewhere close to home but not, or maybe it was because it seemed like an ideal place to live. But she was wrong, so wrong. She doomed her stepdaughter's life by stepping foot in the little town. And now, they would all pay. Thankful for the lessons that her father taught her and her twin brother in order to prepare them for the life of a Mafia Boss and Wife, she was able to avenge her stepdaughter's death and take out her anger. And thus, she became a hunter. A thing that supernatural creatures feared, well for the most part.

She swallowed the cotton ball feeling within her dry through, her eyes wandering over the load of cop cars that had gathered around a scene of a dead body, her eyes watching them closely. She had been driving through and had stumbled upon the scene and the cops, but sadly she couldn’t get past the tape that blocked everything off, but from what she heard all the police talking about was that the woman was currently a John Doe, a fisherman, and the cause of death was still undetermined. When she had heard the confusion of the police about the cause of death she had almost laughed, sure they were naïve about the world of the supernatural, but Diana wasn’t. This definitely was some supernatural attack, sure it could still be a vampire even without the draining of blood, but she needed to investigate. She had gone back to her car to just think, watching carefully to make sure that the police had left and it seemed like they weren’t, so with quick fingers she reached over into the glove compartment and grabbed her 9mm pistol, one that she kept tucked under some of the paperwork that she had stashed in there.

Sure it may be a supernatural that she was hunting, but if she could shoot it enough she could grab her knife that she had tucked away in a secret pocket within her jacket and knife the sucker until he was dead, for real this time. Quickly she slipped from the seat of her black car, the leather seats comfort disappearing from beneath her as her feet tapped against the dark grey pavement. With quick feet, she slipped through the darkness, underneath some of the police tapes, and stealthy making her way towards the docks. She had the gun in her hand, ready to fire when needed. Her feet padded against the ground, watching as the body was picked up and placed onto the gurney, and watched while it was wheeled away. She watched with narrowed eyes, the creature had to be around still, watching the destruction that it had called. And without a care, she made her way down the opposite direction of the police.