Ten minutes into the battle between the hunter and the vampires and there were more windows than when either party arrived. Of course, these 'windows' were also large enough to be considered doors as well. The Shadow Walker was dead, killed after the first few minutes by a lucky parry and thrust early in the fight that impaled the creature's heart while it was unphased, the only way it could attack. No, the true challenge had proven to be the pureblooded Vampiress. Her ability had proven to not be one, but two, meaning she'd drained another of her kind. The hunter ducked another blast of icicles and countered with three more shots before holstering the pistol and placing both hands on his hilt. That was the first her abilities, ice. Most likely the borrowed one as she didn't seem adept enough with it.

Still good enough to nearly impale me three different times at least. Shaking his head, the hunter focused on the sexy red head in front of him. Everything about her was designed to be perfect, from her slender, perfect form to her perfectly, no smaller than C-cup sized breasts. The most capturing feature, however, was her face. Almond shaped with just perfectly prominent cheekbones, round eyes that were a deep blue color and full lips. The only thing that ruined the beauty of the vampire in front of the hunter was the snarl on her face and the elongated fangs that showed for it.

"So, Van Helsing, are you ready to give up?" The man, Van Helsing, breathed heavily. Even with his special help, this fight was winding him. Bringing his sword back up to the ready position, he shakes his head.

"Come now, Vampiress, since when have I ever given up this easily?" Lunging forward, he swings the blade in a sharp diagonal slice from above, but not with so much force as to not change into a different attack or a defensive maneuver. The Vampiress leaps back with a hiss and lunges forward herself, a shadow blade, her innate pureblood ability, formed in her right hand. She slices at his neck and he grins beneath the brim of his hat. Ducking the blow at speeds no human should be able to move, he slams his hand around her throat, lifting her up. "Seems the game's up."

Now picture the absurdity of this all. A human being, first dodging a pureblood's attack is amazing enough, passable as a stroke of luck, but then the HUMAN lifts up the vampire, a supernatural being who can't be light. Now even the vampiress is confused and simply stares into Van Helsing's blue eyes. "W-what are you, Van Helsing?" The hunter simply chuckles and rams the sword through her heart, letting the holy energy spread.

"Your end."

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Two hours later the same hunter rides towards the edge of town, passing by the asylum again, reconstruction crews already working to repair the damages caused by both his scuffles and the battles held between the two warring factions. The Necromancer was in the hands of the Church's priests, who had promised to cleanse him and set him on the right path. He paused at the edge of the town, stopping the motorcycle he was riding to look back. *That was rather unfortunate that I caused so much damage. At least they're safe now.* Turning back to the road, the old Harley's engine roars to life as he speeds away towards his home.