Hank would get up from his bed. It had been a long night and Hank was still in too much confusion about what had happened. Though, guess that's what happens when you dedicate you life to trying to rid the world of those...Creatures. They took everything from Hank, His wife, His kids, Now all h had left was memories.

Hank got out of the RV and looks into the sunrise, He always felt safer in the light. He kept his home isolated as much as possible. It wasn't always easy but he normally found a way. Though he had to many times so he could finish a job.

A banging sound would come from the storage on the RV, it was definitely modified, it resembled a safe more then anything. "Shut up! You'll have your turn after I have my coffee." He had to find humor in his job, It wasn't an easy job for those weak in heart. He would walk back inside the RV and pour himself a cup of coffee, well he drank it he would sharpen his machete. He would stand up and walk to the sink, he would grab a jug of water and pour some of it on a cloth, Holy water, It may not kill them, but it burns almost like fire on a piece of paper. Though Hank wasn't sure he would need that much of a back up.

He knows he isn't the best fighter, but he is better then many humans, he spent his time int he Marine corps in his late 20s, and after that he practiced a fair amount of hand to hand and rifle training. He also knew what to do when dealing with vampires, He had killed plenty of minor or weaker vamps, But the strong ones, Only twice has he been able to fight one. The first one he was lucky to get away, he knew this, the second one he had help from a couple of his marine buddies, Neither of them made it out. But the vamp didn't either.

The banging from the storage compartment below the floor would continue, the vamp was hungry. Hank would grab a small hose from a Drawer and a container of blood. He fed the tube into the floor and poured some blood down it. It was definitely starving, gulped down the entire thing before Hank had a chance to remove the tube. If didn't matter he lost the tube, he would get it back later, Luckily the vamp couldn't tell this, But all he drank was dead mans blood, Human blood, sometimes vampire blood would make vamps stronger, But you give a vamp blood of a corpse that's been dead for a few days, it will get weaker, The vamp may not even know it depending how much they think they need it.

He would walk outside with the machete n hands and his modified armor on. The sun was to his back now, Sure the thing was faster then him, But Hank felt he had the most advantages in his favor. He would pull a lever on the door and step about 15 feet away from the RV. The vampire would jump out ready for a fight.

The vampire was female, seems to have been turned in her early to mid 20s. "They are always so young" Hank would think as he saw the vampire. The dead mans blood was already taking effect, she had a drunk motion to her movements. 

Hank would level the blade. "Sorry this has to be done, But you know what you did back their, I'll make this as fast s I can." Their was a mix of fear and hatred in the Vampires eyes, She would charge Hank, but she wasn't in any condition to fight, Hank knew this, and she found out when she was in reach of the blade.

Hank went for her arm first, severing it completely off. As she was on the ground in a panic her head was removed with one clean sweep. Her lifeless body would fall to the ground. Hank would fall to his knees looking at the girl. "I'm so sorry, I really wish it didn't have to come to this. But I know what you people do to us, what You did to those boys at the bar back their, I'll admit I'm not much better. But if it comes to the life of humans and vamps, I'm going with Humans. When my times comes, I'll know it. I hope where ever you land up, it's better then what you had to go through here." Hank would slide the blade into her skull to make sure she was dead, then he would get going on disposing the body.