Cedric was in a crappy mood. The day so far had not gone quite as he had liked. First he'd taken a a flight from Dublin to Nashville, one that took hours and hours, and involved several stopovers. He hated flying with a passion. Then his ride hadn't arrived and he had to take a cab with some middle eastern guy who kept talking about the Titans, whoever they were they were having a fantastic year apparently. When he had gotten near Kilo Point he finally had enough and had told the man to pull over, paid the man and got his bags. From his bags he had pulled a massive, pristine white flag. He had seen a horse and one criminal act of Grand Theft Cattle later he was strolling down to Kilo Point in style, flag on his back.

On is way trough the forest he encountered two vampires in full combat gear and automated weapons.
"Halt!"
"'Ello dere, I'm Cedrick Faetouched and I'm here as 'n official envoy to speak parl-" His perfectly memorized speech was interrupted by the vampires opening fire.
He rushed the horse over to them and was able to cut one of them down with his axe before the horse got shot and they both went tumbling down to the ground.
He rolled forward and got up with his axe and buckler in the ready when he heard a gun cock behind his head. He slowly raised his arms.
"Dinneh see the white flag ye eejit?"
"Are you sure you want those to be your last words human?"
"Nah, Imma need a few years to think of sumthin better!" Cedric's buckler (which was now turned to face the vampire as Cedric's hand was on the back of his head.) flashed a brilliant light in the poor schmuck's eyes. The vampire screamed of shock and pain. Cedric simply turned around and took his head clean of.

His horse was suffering so he finished the poor creature. Then he noticed there were some small blood splatters on his fantastically white flag.

Today was going to suck.