Two vampires. One of them was Magnus. Johnathan smiled under his mask, as the van blared on, moving forward. He locked the wheel, and loaded a slug into the shotgun attached to his right arm. He sped up, slamming the gas, moving full speed at the forest, as he stood up in his seat. He aimed once, unimpeded by the darkness, and shot the lesser vampire with the shotgun, the slug burning on impact, having been engraved with a crucifix. The van crashed into a tree, which was forced down under it's heavy armor and weight. He kicked open the door as the area began filling with Holy Vapour from the smoke machine, rolling out like fog. "Redemption, bitches!" He shouted, charging Magnus, sword in hand. The fool had gotten too close. Forgotten that he was a vampire hunter, not some blind human. He would end this war right now, sever the head of the snake, and scatter the vampires who followed this damned fool.