Asteria in control

Asteria rode her motorcycle down the center of the old I-15 in southern Idaho. Catching the eyes of stray foxes, feral cats, and wolves as she plowed through the night, she wondered how many of them served as the eyes and ears of her enemies. Not that it mattered to her. She was a vampire hunter and she was tough. She was going to win no matter how much the vampires hedged their bets.
She pulled to a stop on a highway bridge and dismounted. There was a small town built around a rest stop in the distance and she wanted to scope it out first. She raised her high-tech binoculars and carefully scanned the area.

The buildings were old and dilapidated and covered in plywood boards and tattered plastic sheeting. There were a lot of stripped cars scattered around the empty streets. The only gasoline station in town was a hollowed out shell. In the infrared, the town was pitch black except for a large heat source in the extreme far end of town. She guessed that this was a living “blood bank” that some of the local vampires kept for themselves.
A quick three-sixty scan looking for heat signatures or anything unusual did not reveal a thing. Any vampires hanging around must not have fed for a while if they weren’t showing up on infrared. She did a check of her gear: pistols, one on each hip, plenty of ammo, combat knife, wooden stake, two flares, two flash grenades. Up in the sky, her cousin Selene was sleeping tonight.