Great image from Matt Henry’s new book "Night of the Hunted." Check out his feature on Metal Magazine!

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Another image from @matthenryphoto new book "Night of the Hunted." Check out his feature on @metal_magazine where he talks about the inspiration behind his images.

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An image from Matt Henry’s new book “Night of the Hunted.”  Check out his feature in Metal Magazine.

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As soon as the door to Betty's rang, announcing she was alone, Joey rolled over on her side and clamped a bruised and bloody hand to her still bleeding neck.

The shift ceased almost instantly – her body recognizing that she wasn’t in any immediate danger and that the transformation might kill her at such levels of blood loss.

She laid like this on Betty’s floor for a few minutes as her body calmed; her own heartbeat slowing to an unhealthy pace. When she finally lifted herself; both of her legs gave out and she crumbled to the floor. Her skin held an unhealthy twinge in the moonlight of Betty’s kitchen, she felt herself fading in and out as she half crawled, half stumbled to her bag. She pulled her phone out; small smears of blood marked the touchscreen as she dialed the number to the only person she wanted help from. 

Joey felt her hands shake as the phone started to ring and she pressed her back firmly against the wall; she ripped the bottom half of her shirt off and held it firmly against her bite mark. It was still bleeding lightly; but the vampire had gotten a good bit of her blood in the few moments it took for her to fight back.

It took more than a few rings for Veronica to answer the phone in a sleepy voice; the blonde didn’t waste any time: “Veronica,” her voice broke before she could continue. She grunted roughly, pushing her head back up against the wall. She was having a hard time keeping herself focused, “I need you at Betty’s right now,” the phone slipped out her bloody hand and she decided against reaching for it. It was only a minute drive from the clinic to Betty’s – living in a small town had its many perks.