Five days passed before another car came driving up to my house in the middle of the afternoon. I did not recognize the sound of the engine nor did I recognize the driver and his passengers. I did however recognize the guns they held, civilian style AR-15s, and I saw at least one hip-holster, but I couldn’t see the gun itself.

Scrutinizing the men from the upper level of the house I noted that they were all white men, stubble on their heads, and they seemed hostile. Great… I had skinheads outside of my house. I could have gone downstairs and greeted them like a good host like I normally did, but I decided to give them a chance to prove themselves to be my enemy.

The car stopped, and five men piled out, four of them approached the door with their weapons raised. ‘Interesting, they have some skill at the very least. Shame I’ll have to kill them.’ I thought to myself as I waited. I took note that they also were wearing tactical gear that could be purchased online. I believe they were Mollie vests or some such thing.

The door wasn’t locked but they tried to kick it in anyway. I sighed, they were scuffing the wood. Finally, one developed a brain and opened the door with the handle and they entered my home, leaving one man to guard the car.

I heard several sharp cracks, that would be them showing that they were hostile. I heard the lighter sound of Miss O’Connor’s pistol returning fire seconds later. A scream of rage and pain followed, a man’s voice. Now they were making a mess in my house. I disabled the lights then activated the blackout curtains from an iPad, plunging the house into darkness.

I rushed downstairs and found the first man, the wounded one dragging himself around a corner to the kitchen’s entrance. I kicked him in the head in passing, his neck twisted savagely as it broke. The next man turned on a flashlight attached to the front of his weapon, it illuminated my face just before I grabbed him by the throat with my right hand as the left jerked his rifle from his hands.

“They say that man is the worst monster out there, and as one of those monsters I would have to disagree.” I said softly to him just before I squeezed my fingers, digging out his Adam’s Apple with a wet tearing sound. It was satisfying to see the terror in his eyes as he knew he was about to die. I left him gurgling on the floor in his own blood.

Number three died before I reached him, Miss O’Connor got a lucky shot in the darkness, the bullet went through his cheek and out the back of his head.

Number four though decided to shoot at random, I felt one of the rounds whiz by my ear. Now that would have sucked, I doubted it would have been fatal, but I couldn’t be sure. I had never taken a bullet applied directly to the forehead. I snatched up number three’s gun and put four rounds into the man’s gut. A terrible way to die, but eventually he would do just that, after much pain and agony as he bled to death.

I kept the gun when I went to the front door that had been left unlatched. Pulling it open I expected there to be gunfire from the last skinhead, but he seemed to think his side had won. I put a round in his right leg to inform him otherwise.

“Oh God, it hurts!” He yelled out as he let go of his rifle and clutched at his wounded leg. I dropped my own rifle and walked over to him. I kicked the weapon out of his reach before giving a smile. He was the one with the hip-holster, maybe the leader of this small band of want to be raiders. “Who the fuck are you?!”

“Just an old man… Now, who are you?” I crouched to talk to him as I relieved him of his pistol, a nice looking 1911.

“I ain’t telling you an- AHHHHHH!” I stuck my finger in his bullet wound. Is it cruel? Maybe, but I have been alive so long I did not have patience for the long drawn out interrogations that seemed to have developed in the last century or so.

“Who are you?” I twisted my finger a couple of times before pulling it out.

“Jesus Christ!”

I licked the blood from my finger, perhaps I should just eat him. “I know for a fact you aren’t him. Try again.”

“I…” I didn’t like his tone, so I punched his wounded leg this time.

“Tell me what I want to know, or I’ll peel your dick like a banana.” He froze and looked at me. It was a strange threat, I had said it just to get a reaction out of him... and I thought it was funny at the time.

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“What?”

“Last chance.”

“Alright, oh God, alright…” He began to spill everything he knew, he was part of a chapter of some Neo-Nazi militia group and they were on the lookout for other survivors. They were ‘rescuing’ them, in actuality they were kidnapping people and forcing them to work for them, or in the case of women, they were doing other things to them. I even learned where they had hold up at, a small farm up the road about thirty miles.

“Are you going to let me go?” He asked pitifully. I doubted had the situation been reversed and his people had captured O’Connor or myself, if I had been human, that they would let either of us go just for asking.

I leaned down as if I was going to whisper the answer and tore out his jugular. I gulped down his blood for several seconds before I heard footsteps behind me. Drawing the 1911 that had belonged to the skinhead I pointed it behind me.

“Wait! It’s just me!” Miss O’Connor cried out.

I finished drinking from the skinhead before stepping back and wiping the blood on my chin on my forearm. Looking over at Miss O’Connor I gave a small, dark smile. “Well, that was exciting.”

I received a blank then annoyed look as she shook her head, her loose hair flowing around her face. “You are unbelievable.” A bit of disgust was in her voice as she said it, probably because I was covered in blood from the men I had killed.

I followed her up the stairs back into the house. I spent about ten minutes cleaning up the bodies, taking their rifles and ammunition before dragging their bodies outside. I didn’t bother putting them in the woodchipper, I just dragged them out of sight from the house. The man I had gut-shot was still alive and screamed a couple of times while I dragged him by his arms. Miss O’Connor looked on disapprovingly as I taunted him, before leaving him with his friends to die.

“Why did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“You could have killed him clean, but you gut-shot him… why?”

“I felt like it.” Was this really something she wanted to talk about?

“You felt like it? So, you tortured a man on a whim?”

“If your bleeding-heart cares so much, go finish him off.” I growled, she backed away from me. Perhaps I shouldn’t threaten her so much, eventually she might get used to it.

In a small voice she spoke again. “Do you have any humanity left in you?”

“No. It died with my heart years ago. Any other questions?”

“What exactly are you?”

I had been waiting for this question, as a fan of the internet and certain teams and shows I could not help myself but chuckle for a moment before answering seriously. “I am a fuck-mothering vampire, I had to kill a lot of people to get this title. I deserve to be called such.”

“What?”

I sighed, she did not get the reference, maybe I was getting old. Get it? “I am a blood-drinker, a creature of night, a vampire. A supernatural hunter that preys on humans. I require human blood to survive. That is why I can’t let you all just die.”

“So, you are going to play guardian angel for me?”

“So long as I feel I need you. Honestly you are expendable if I had other people.”

“That’s nice to know.” Miss O’Connor sighed, probably thought she was important somehow. “Wait… can’t you drink the blood of animals to survive?”

I sighed, and if it hadn’t been my own home I would have likely broken the door down in frustration. “No, a vampire cannot survive off of the blood of beasts. I am tired of that annoying lie coming up. You humans came up with that idea to make us less of monsters, so you can use us as terrible sex icons.”

The bloodlust in my voice might have been a bit noticeable given her physical recoil. “Alright, um… can you turn into a bat?”

“No… enough stupid questions.”

“If, say someone drove a stake into your heart would you die?”

“Not anymore.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I am done with this line of questioning. I will not tell you how to kill me, so do not try to ask again or I may need to find a new human.”

“How old are you?”

“Older than your religion.”

“What’s that mean?”

I sighed again, this was going nowhere. “I am going to take a random guess and say you are Catholic.”

“Yeah, so?”

“I was alive before Jesus of Nazareth was born.”

“That… that’s…”

“Impossible? Just like shrugging off an entire magazine of bullets, just like lifting John’s body with one hand, or tearing his limbs off with my bare hands or how I just ripped through four armed men in the dark? Impossible like that?”

“Yeah.”

“I think we should save those people the Nazis have captured.” I changed the subject, done talking about myself to this woman.

“How do we do that?”

“By killing the Nazis?”

“Okay, but how? Where are they? How many are there? What kind of guns do they have?” She was questioning like a human, how to defeat a larger group of equals.

I laughed at that type of thought. “Do not worry Miss O’Connor. I shall rescue them tonight. I already have their location, a corn farm, thirty miles that way.” I pointed west. “About eleven more just like these people. And about twice that in prisoners, over half are women.”

“Um… you can’t do what you did here out there.” Her voice mildly hesitant.

“Why not?” I asked exasperated.

“Aren’t you going to hide what you are from everyone else?”

“Why would I do that?”

“It would generate distrust and fear from the people, making them more likely to try and turn on you.”

Shit, she had a point. I was a literally bloodthirsty monster that could kill in a second’s notice. That made lots of people afraid, and humans reacted badly to fear, often violently. “Fine. I’ll use guns… and a knife.”

“You’ll also need to take a car or two of all of the people.”

Ugh… why did she have to be reasonable now of all times. I was on edge from the new infusion of blood, the rush as it energized my body. I wanted to hunt, to kill more. “Fine, you’ll come with me tonight. For now, go to sleep, I shall wake you up at moonrise.”