God, it was another one of those fucking nights with a prank call to the station that had the demon walking around an abandoned building with a torch in his hand. Those fucking kids thought it was so amusing, so funny to drag them out over the silliest of stories but did they have any idea what it meant? That it meant if another call came in, a serious one then he would be stuck playing investigator to find the scene of a none existent crime while someone out there got hurt. “Assholes.” The brute grumbled to himself. There was no noise, no sign of any movement but suddenly the scent of something that was less than human hit him. He had known many vampires in his time, hell he’d even had one as a best friend before he moved away from the city. “Yo, if you’re thinking of making me your midnight snack you better think again.” He called out into the night.