Bite of the Gargoyle

I'm a hunter.
But I don't hunt the usual game you might find in forests-I hunt monsters.
For most of my adult life, I've imagined the moment I finally come across a certain vampire-the one who took my family from me and left me with a scar on my wrist in the shape of a bite.
All my kills are leading up to this one moment-the moment I end the bastard for good.
So when I find myself face to face with what I think is a vampire in the woods-one with the same eyes, the same long, black hair, and the same snarling fangs as the one all those years ago, I make my move.
But this monster won't be taken down so easily.
It's not long before I find myself in over my head because this is no ordinary vampire-this one can take the shape of mist just as quickly as he can shift into the form of a gargoyle.
Outmaneuvered and overpowered, I soon find myself in a position I swore I never would-as a prisoner.
And when the bloodsucking gargoyle offers me a compromise I can't refuse?
Regardless, I pledge to myself that vengeance will still be mine...