[h1]Hank Miller[/h1]
Hank woke up to his RV shaking again, it had been rocking back and forward all night. "Dammit" He said as he crawled out of bed half dressed and sleep deprived. He walked over to the kitchen area and kicked the floor several times. "Shut up already some people are trying to sleep Asshole!" The rocking stopped for a moment, then started back up again. "Yeah fuck you too."

Hank went over to the old coffee machine and attempted to pour himself a cup, the pot fell on the floor and the cup in his hands was half full by the time Hank had started, the rocking was really starting to get on his nerves. "That's it, going to end this now. Coffee or no coffee someone is going to die." Hank drank his half cup of coffee to attempt to keep a level head, he hated finishing a job well unfocused. 

Hank opened one of the cabinets inside the RV. Inside was a collection of shotguns, pistols, knives, machetes, even a couple rifles. "What to use today?" He wanted an idea of what he was going to use before he got dressed. Then he looked at what he was wearing. "Brute force it is." Hank went over to his bed and removed the mattress, underneath it was a collection or armors and blades, and a colt .45 revolver, with a loose box of ammo next to it. Hank put on his favorite armor, a thick Kevlar armor with edged ridged, designed to catch blades and or claws, forcing his opponents into an undependable position, or force them to do a fast amputation well stuck to Hank.

Hank walked out of the RV wearing his armor, some basic limb guards, and his machete in hand. The RV was parked in the middle of nowhere, he could fire his shotguns for hours and no one would find him where he was. "Let's get this over with then." Hank held a TV remote in one hand, and his blade in the other. He pushed a button on his remote and a small door to one of the RVs storage compartments opened up. Out came a young vampire, who looked like had been starved for a while. Hank wasn't sure which blood line she was from, but what he did know is that vampires have at least one common trump, remove the head, they'll stop.

Hank stood with the sun to his back, and the vampire to his front. She charged Hank, he replied with a sidestep temporarily blinding her, then he kicked, and brought the blade down onto her neck. Many blades would have taken a few tried to cut through, Hank's blade cut clean through on the first try. Hank sat motionless as she fell to the ground. 

Nothing happened for about five minutes, then Hank finally went to his knees. "I'm sorry. I wouldn't do this if I didn't have too. But we are two sides of an old coin. A coin that is poisoning our world. I know what you did, you don't know what I have done, but I bet you had an idea when you came at me. Sooner or later the world was going to catch up to us both for what we have done, I'm just speeding it up a little. Call me a hypocrite if you want. But I know my time is coming, and I still have control of what I do." Hank stood up and carried the girl to a pre-dug hole. Hank attempted to set her down as gently as possible. Then he stood over the grave for a moment. "I know chances are you can't hear me, but I want you to know I don't like killing, if it wasn't for the fact I found your body storage, I probably would have left you alone thinking you were just a simple vampire trying to survive in a cold hard world." Hank walked back to the site of the execution and carried the head over, he put it in and started burying them both.

By the time Hank had finished, it was only a couple more hours until midday. Hank got into his RV and started his way to a small town nearby, he needed to restock some things and get parts for a project he was working on.