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Hank started to choke on hsi own blood, he was in pain, He refused to show how scared he was. But he knew what the vampire was doing to him, He was too week to stop it, His main hand was too fucked up to use, But he still had the back up in reach of his left. As he felt himself turn, the blood go cold, He reached into the hidden back pocket of the jacket and yanked out the retractable hatchet, Swinging it as it unfolds landing the blade into Mithias's arm, the snap of his forearm could be heard from the contact, He knew he couldn't kill the vamp, But he was going to give him something painful to remember. 

Hank smiled as the vampire dropped him from the pain. He could feel himself dying, but he felt strong in a way, But the conflicting feelings made him sick. He pulled up enough strength for a few words. "I'll... see you in... hell..." He fell to his knees doing a mix of choking and laughing.