[center][color=ed1c24][i]Blade[/i][/color]

Location: Golden Gate Nightclub - Berlin, Germany
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Eric leaned against the wall of an alley next to the loud 80s themed club which was currently bursting at the seams with various hipster-types and drunk clubbers. Eric, was about to look like the biggest target on the shooting range but he was never one to do things stealthily. He flicked the cigarette he had been smoking to the ground and put on his aviators, concealing his piercing yellow eyes as he rounded the corner and entered the club. 

Some vampire had been prowling this club for a few weeks now, turning people and feeding every weekend. It was going to be a tough fight, Eric obviously couldn't carry his sword in so he'd need to resort to more improvised methods of attack. He waded through the crowd of dancing people, scanning the club for any signs of the vampire until he finally caught glimpse of the pale fucker sitting in the VIP section.

A grin grew over Eric's face as he swiped an empty glass from the bar and made his way over, making sure to flash his vampiric eyes toward his target as he walked over. His ruse worked, the vampire allowed him past the bouncers guarding the VIP section with a slightly worried smile.

"Ain't seen you around these parts, friend, you part of a coven?"
[color=ed1c24]"Coven ain't really the word for it. More of a social club."[/color]
"Yeah? Where you from?"
[color=ed1c24]"Where I'm from doesn't matter. What matters more is where you're going."[/color]

A confused look darted across the vampire's face, but it was all too late. Eric booted the table over, leaping over it and smashing the glass into the vampire's face, grabbing him by the hair as he did. The bouncers had obviously taken notice at this point and were very angrily making their way over. Time to improvise.

Eric kept one hand firmly gripping the vampire's hair, before grabbing his belt with his free hand. What followed next resonated in the minds of the bouncers who had unfortunately tried to subdue Eric. Eric lifted the vampire and used him as a literal battering ram, swiping the bouncers out of the way and charging through the club and out the door before launching him into a wall over the street. 

The vampire launched himself at Eric, but Eric was too quick, he expertly dodged any punch, swipe, or kick the vampire threw his way before cracking his jaw with a switch-kick to the face. This guy wasn't going to stay down and Eric was ill equipped to hogtie him until morning. His head darted around the area until he finally came across an alternative to the usual metal wiring he uses to tie down Vampires.

He picked the vampire up, placing him firmly against a lamppost before jumping up, grabbing the neck of the lamppost, bending it down and trapping the vampire inside the bend he'd made. If it didn't at least hold him until the sun came up and killed him, it'd at the very least humiliate him.

The sound of sirens in the distance signaled to Eric that it was time to go.

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Location: New York
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hvZJI8rerWA]Blade's earbuds[/url]
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It had barely passed lunchtime and Eric had already managed to find himself killing vampires. He wondered if he'd ever get a day off, or at least an opponent that would give him some challenge. He thought of Morbius and how the trail had gone cold. He hoped he wasn't beyond saving. 

He stood in the dingy crack den, blood staining the cuffs of his jacket and ash littering his jeans and, more importantly, his new white trainers. 

Suffice to say, he needed a drink.

He spun his sword around his wrist before sheathing it in its harness. He thought of returning home, taking off his weapons and going to a bar looking like a semi-normal individual. But on the other hand there was a pub very close to where he was right now, and he didn't really care for looking normal. As long as he got his drink and possibly some food, he was happy.

He made his way down and along, before entering The Rum House, getting a few strange looks from people as he entered. Too tired to even focus, he sat at the bar, taking out his earphones as he did.
[color=ed1c24]"Double-vodka coke please, and do you do food?"[/color]