[b]Four months ago...[/b]

[i]A man with a shotgun bit off a little more than he could chew. The man, Rufus Turner, had been trailing what he thought was some sort of sub-species of vampire. He had never tried to leave the 'States but he had contacts around the world. Those contacts mentioned three or four variations of vampires 'possibly a sub-species with it's own alphas.' It was late, clouds were rolling in and Rufus wasn't around his truck. The truck, a beat up looking black Chevrolet, was within eyeshot of the hunter. However, his leg looked broken and he was desperately out of ammunition for his shotgun.

"DAMN. Only three shells left..." he said to himself. 

Six vampires came walking through the woods, all looking like regular humans save for the fangs coming out of their gums and over their other human sets of teeth. Two more, bare-chested vampires came leaping from the trees like monkies. The two bare-chested vamps grinned, and displayed only one set of teeth in their mouths with larger canine fangs similar to what vampires had in movies. Their skin was pale, their ears were a bit longer and pointed and they also seemed to have exceptionally long fingers complete with claws. The eight vampires surrounded the old black Jewish man and he thought his days were up. There was no way he was making it to the truck. And out in the middle of the woods on the Kentucky/Virginia state line there probably wasn't a soul to hear Rufus scream. He pulled out a flask from his jacket, removed the cap and took a swig, and stuck it back in his pocket. 

"COME ON THEN!" he screamed and as the vamps moved closer, somebody else screamed.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" screamed a younger man with long-ish hair making three of the vampires explode, including one of the pale ones. 

The others turned to look at what happened in shock. Their friend's remains on the ground and all over them. 

"Don't turn your back on me , fangs!" Rufus yelled and with his last three shots took down three of the other more human looking vamps. 

The last two vampires, one more human looking and the other bare chested and pale, looked at each other. The pale creature leaped back into the trees to escape and the other's eyes grew wide. In a matter of seconds, Sweeney grabbed the last vamp and threw it against a tree. The skinny vamp didn't know what to do now that he was alone. He didn't get to feed as much as the others so he was weak, and surprisingly the last one alive. 

"What are you man?!?" the hipster vamp questioned.

"Your worst nightmare." the young man replied before screaming again and blowing the vamps head off.

Sweeney let the body drop and walked over to Rufus.

"Nice truck up there, that yours?" the funny accented young man asked.

"You know I JUST learned about those other vampires last week. And I thought your kind was just some European myth..." Rufus stated trying to pick himself up when Sweeney came up to give him a hand.

"My... kind? You mean there are others out there like...?" Sweeney was shocked for a few seconds, while breaking off a tree limb to give Rufus a walking stick.

"You mean t'tell me you don't even know what you are, boy? Going around, killing vampires, being all European... and you think God just gave you superpowers?" Rufus questioned fictitiously. [/i]

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[b]Present day...[/b]

On the Welcome sign it said 'Welcome to Virginia' just down from the hotel the European young man was staying in. He was on a crappy looking cell phone looking down at a letter on the table near the window of the room. 

"After I see what's up with this letter I'll get us a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue, Rufus. I'll catch up with ya soon..."

~KL~