[h1][color=ed1c24]Hank Miller[/color][/h1]

A middle aged man walked his way across an old RV. The man looked experienced, well disciplined, and confident. Despite the fact his clothes were torn to pieces. The RV it self looks like it had its own personal tornado run through it. With pots, pans, tools, and varnish firearms scattered through out the place. Cabinets opened and broken, and the side door almost completely off its hinges. But the man didn't seem to care. He just grabbed the fallen coffee machine off the ground and made himself a cup. Stopping only once to deal with the banging below the floor. "[color=440e62][color=00aeef]Shut up already! I'll deal with you in a bit.[/color][/color]" The man then finished up his coffee, walking his way over to a small closet. Inside a collection of blades, guns, and other strange odds and ends. He grabbed a large blade, spanning at least three feet, sharp enough to cut metal.

The man walked himself outside, pushing the broken side door out of his way as he walked. The RV was parked in the middle of a desert somewhere in the south western section of the United States. "[color=440e62][color=00aeef]You're gonna pay for the damage you did boy.[/color][/color]" He opened a storage compartment built into the undercarriage of the mobile home, then stepped back. "[color=440e62][color=00aeef]You have any last words before I kill you dirtbag?[/color][/color]" As he spoke, an old man stepped out of the storage compartment. His clothes torn and beaten. His hair missing at points, and greying heavily. Dog tags hung from his neck reading, "Hank P Miller". He rubbed the blood off his face with his dirty fingers. "[color=ed1c24]Now that you mention it? I do. More of a question actually.[/color]" The middle aged man looked at him with confusion. "[color=440e62]W[color=00aeef]hat the hell would you want to ask moments before I gut your damn ass?[/color][/color]" Hank smiled to his opponent. "[color=ed1c24]How dependent are vampires on their sight?[/color]" The man with the blade stood in confusion for a moment. Wondering what the old man could be planning. "[color=440e62][color=00aeef]You must thing I am some kind of stupid? Is that it?[/color][/color]" He looked at the machete, then back to the old man. "[color=440e62][color=00aeef]You know what? Doesn't matter. Gonna kill you anyways.[/color][/color]" He readied the blade to attack, the old man stepped into the swing, barely avoiding it. Then kicking the man down to the dirt.

The man stood up fast, faster then a human should be able to. "[color=440e62][color=00aeef]You having fun human!?[/color][/color]" Screamed as the mans fangs showed. Soon grabbing Hank by the neck faster then Hank could react. "[color=ed1c24]Not, really. Work isn't fun. Just a job that needs to get done.[/color]" Hank spent many years hunting vampires. Many times some will follow him back to his home of residence in attempts to get revenge or to get him before he can get them. After a while Hank had to start preparing for this. 

Hank grabbed what looked like a simple bar in the framing of the RV, reveling it to be a makeshift lever. Before either Hank or the vampire could respond to this action, the two were separated by a force that Hank believed to be stronger the both Humans and most vampires. "[color=9e0b0f]BOOM![/color]" Roared the shotgun from behind the aluminum frame, sending the vampire back about ten feet. The gun was placed to be close to head level in hopes for a decapitation. Though this vampire was slightly taller then average. Suffering blood loss from the twelve gauge slug the vampire struggled to focus again as his shoulder started healing. "[color=440e62][color=00aeef]That's it![/color][/color]" He tried to stand to attack Hank. Only dropping as Hank's blade removed the vampires foot. "[color=ed1c24]I want you to know that I don't take pleasure in this. That if need be I would leave you alone. But I can't.[/color]" The vampire tried to stand again, this time being successful, but being limited to standing on a stump and his already messed up foot. 

The vampire charged Hank out of rage, but with out decent balance or with out his advantage of speed, he was an easy target for Hank. Hank swung the blade sideways severing the vampires head. "[color=ed1c24]We all have to pay for our crimes someday, just unfortunate for you that my time comes later then yours.[/color]" He went to work. Now he had a body to deal with, and he was limited on time. So he dug a hole for the vampire's body, and a separate one for the head just in case. He set them both ablaze, then after it stopped, burring them both. He knelled over the newly dug grave. "[color=ed1c24]I know I said this before, but I really am sorry ti came to this. But when you start killing for your own needs, murdering the innocent? That's when we have a problem.[/color]" He stood up. "[color=ed1c24]I'm sure if there is a hell you'll be waiting for me. I'll be ready when I meet you and the others.[/color]" He walked back to the RV, using a small cable to hold the side door on as he drove off. Hank never did get his question answered though, he would have to do that another time.