No escape

Whistling a cheerful tune Ray slowly strolled down the streets, he purposefully sticked close to more quieter streets, hoping these bloodsuckers will target him.

He was wondering, will they ambush him? Jump out to scare him first? By which he will run pretending to be scared, only to lead them into their own demise.

Foulfanged, they stood no chance against him, he knew it, it was their smell that betrayed them, bitten humans, not worthy of his time really, but he will rid this town of them, he promised his father.

He stopped at an alleyway, oho! Vampires love alleyways, especially those rotten ones, dark, secluded, private, he's not one to take down prey in such a foul place, but he's sure these stinkbloods would have descended to that level, taking down prey between the rot and garbage.

He turned slowly and walked in, the smell was stronger here, he recented it, making this into a hunting ground!? He kicked a can cussing inwardly, do they have no honor!?

In