Johnathan was checking the weapons, when he heard it. Howling. The mountains filled with them the howls chasing from one peak to the next, echoing through the forest. This wasn't a wolf howl. There was one other time when he'd heard that howl, and it had been less powerful than now. The first attack. That was the howl of Darren Shan, said to be one of the oldest and most brutal vampires alive. And it looked like he had friends. This meant that the silence was broken. Grabbing his weaponry, Johnathan rushed out, as he could see the other soldiers grabbing their weapons, preparing to fight. They'd heard it too.
"Ready the fog machines! Prepare the thermal fog guns! With vampiric speed, they'll be here in minutes!" There was no time for lengthy debate or orders. Not for a vampire attack. Not with this many lives on the line. This was the retreat he'd been securing, where he planned to house as many people as possible. He could not let it fall into vampire hands, he thought, as he run up to the wall, and took his position. He could feel it in his bones. This would be a big battle.