It was like the good old day, more or less. The good old days being Humans killing humans, Only now it was Vampires going to be killing vampires. Hank had seen some crazy shit the last few years, 10 years ago if you had told him he was going to be a vampire hunter he would have laughed in your face until he landed in the Emergency Room. If you had told him he was a vampire not only hunting vampires, but other monsters as well. He would have though you were crazy. Now he was back in arms, He had his old Tactical vest one, the one designed to withstand the blow of a vampires claws if they had them, or blades of a curved sword or knife. He had Dead Mans blood in a satchel at his side, He had his Fathers revolver with the silver bullets loaded into them. Then he had what he was going to have to rely on most, His machete, and his hatchet. He was going to have to embrace this power as a vampire to try and stop all this. 

The world had gone to shit well Hank was busy dealing with Fergus, though he didn't regret it. he only wishes he sped things up a bit, or found him sooner. He ran down the war torn in his old camouflage fatigues, though its only real purpose was to remind him of one thing, there was still a human somewhere in him. He knew he had crossed the line several times over, killing the old woman didn't help, killing those soldiers didn't help, killing dozens of monsters over the last 7 years didn't help. But his time for regret was over, now it was time for him to end this.

He found the wreck fairly easy. He could smell his creator from a decent distance, despite the spent gun powder and dead bodies. "Mithias!" He called out from the side lines. "I give you two choices." He looked at the other vampires, then looked back to Mithias. "I would like to continue our talk, you may leave, if you leave now, I wont kill you for now. Before you disagree..." He walked closer to the battle field slowly drawing his Machete. "Consider the fact I am not giving the others the same offer, they run I am going to put a bullet in the back of there heads." He stopped just far enough to see everyone at once. One Human, against Two vampires, and what smelled like a chihuahua that has been in need of a bath for a long time. Werewolf maybe? 

He looked at the human, he's seen 'em before, never really met in person, but seen 'em around before. "What kind of balls made you think you could take on two of these guys? And the Chihuahua?" Then he thought about it, he has done much stupider in his time. "You know what, never mind. I'v done worse." He trained the machete on the Trio, His old training was starting to kick in, but he had to not let it take over again, this was a new kind of war, this time, he had to learn to pay attention to hi sown actions, and use his new talents. he had to accept what he was now, a Vampire.