The midday sun shown down on young Sabrina Van Helsing a descendant of the famous vampire hunter linage. Young and pretty with long blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, fit body, and a set of tits nice enough to make anyone jealous.
Sabrina paused as she looked back down the path to the village that hired her to hunt the monster on the mountain. The village leaders claimed that once or twice a month the creature would come in and steal the young girls from their beds, have its way with them then release them to the shame of the village.
Sabrina hadn't been a hunter for long but even she was skeptical of this story, she poured through the family records but found nothing. So here she was climbing this mountain in late fall looking for a monster no could or would describe. Shaking her head she continued on hoisting her pack a little higher on her left shoulder as she laid her large crossbow over the right.
On she climbed now a good four hours from the village and still nowhere near the peak she stopped for a drink from her canteen as she eyed the clouds rolling in over the mountain. A more experienced hunter would have known about late fall storms at high altitudes and how quickly the weather could change.
Sabrina soldiered on dressed in her dark green short shorts, and deep maroon crop top the warm sun felt good on her exposed flesh and the outfit of course always helped her get a better price for her services.
Another forty-five minutes up the trail and the dark clouds began to lay down a light misty rain the cool precipitation hitting the warm land caused a fog to stir up quickly. Sabrina paused long enough to fish a poncho from her bag slipping it over her head before moving on.
It was starting to get colder out now, and Sabrina began to worry, her eyes darted looking for a place to pitch her tent where she could change into some warmer clothes and ride out this storm that she was sure was just temporary.
Finally finding a place she went about setting up the tent by the time she got it up and crawled into it she was wet to the bone and shivering. The rain outside had increased from a gentle misting to dumping seemingly bucket loads of water over the land.
Stripping naked she tossed her wet clothes to the far corner of the tent and unrolled her sleeping bag out of the water sealed leather wrappings. Shivering she climbed into the feather down bag, her chest up exposed as she laid a few extra blankets over the outside of the bag before crawling in and pulling the bag closed.
It took a while for her body heat to warm up the inside of the bag, soon her shivering stopped and she drifted to sleep as the rain fell hard on the canvas of her little tent. Hours later she awoke and opened the bag to be greeted by a blast of cold air causing a little squeak to escape her mouth. One hand reached for her pack as she pulled her warmer clothes out and into the still semi-warm bag. Dressing inside she slowly emerged to a very different world. The snow laid heavy on the top of her tent her breath steaming in the air.
Poking her head out of the tent she gasped in surprise on seeing how deep the snow was, and the fact it was still falling at a hard pace. "There have to be two feet out there, and it is still coming down." Grumbling lightly and not realizing the situation she was in she closed the tent flap grabbing a few her rations from the pack she decided to wait the snow out.
When Sabrina finally decided she had to try and get back to town the snow was nearly to her mid-thigh She didn't bother pulling down the tent, she was only a few hours from the town she could come back for it or buy another.
The trail was completely gone as she descended the footing was horrible and she seemed to be falling every few steps. She was soaked again and beyond tired when she heard he first howl of the wolf. Spurred to movement then she tried to hurry down the mountain, her feet went out from under her and she went down hard. Sabrina's head slammed against a rock and stars danced before her eyes.
She heard the wolves before she saw them and struggled to get to her feet. Dizzy she tried to move on but the great dire wolves were all around her then, frozen fingers fumbled for the ties on her crossbow as the wolves closed in snarling at their prey. Sabrina was hit from behind the large-bodied wolf knocking her to the ground burying her in the snow. Lifting her head she waited for the wolves to pounce. Instead, she heard a roar, something loud guttural and close.
She fought to stay awake the cold and her head wound making that near impossible, The last vision she saw was a colossal grizzly bounding out of the woods to engage with the wolves surrounding her. Blackness took her then, she knew in her heart she was dead.
Days went by before the cute little blonde girl woke up with a start. She was in a warm bed, in a homemade cabin, and more than that she was alive. Scanning around she tried to remember what happened, the wolves, the bear, how in the gods did she get here. Alone in the room, Sabrina lifted the covers to find herself completely naked her clothes nowhere to be seen. "What the hell?"
The cabin door swung open with a cold blast of near arctic air causing Sabrina to yelp retreating back to the warmth of the blankets. Blue eyes flashed to the door as she saw a hulk of a man step through, easily six-eight, and three hundred pounds the man was more of a mountain than anything.
There was a smile though on his clean-shaven face. "Ahh, you're awake!" Closing the door with one foot and using an elbow to close the latch he carried a large stack of wood to the fire before dumping it on the floor. "How are you feeling?"
Sabrina scrambled, her back pressing against the wall as she pulled her knees up to her chest. "Where am I? Who. Who are you? Where are my damn clothes!" A frown broke her face then as she glared up to the large man. "Did you undress me?!"
