Cross Purposes

The victims were found completely drained of blood, with twin puncture wounds on their necks. As a Vatican-trained hunter, I cornered the pale, hissing creature in an abandoned barn. I confidently thrust my silver crucifix forward, but the creature didn't flinch. I splashed it with holy water, but the liquid merely dripped off its skin harmlessly. My sacred weapons were completely useless. As the creature's jaw unhinged sideways, I finally realized my fatal mistake. I had brought the wrong tools for the wrong reality.