A gunshot. The sound echoed through the alleyway as the blonde stood, aiming his weapon towards the screaming vampire he’d come across. The victim they had been feeding on lay woozy, but alive; and blood pooled from a entry wound where Matt’s wooden bullet had burrowed into the vampire’s leg. “I told you to let them go.” Matt stated out through a clenched jaw. “You should’ve listened, but that would’ve been too easy. No, you think you can do whatever you want just because you’re a vampire.” He stated.
Another gunshot, and another bullet driving itself into the other leg. “Those hurt?” He asked. “Wooden bullets, soaked in vervain.” He explained. He was angry. He didn’t really understand why he was so angry, though. Vampires feeding on the innocent were something he was used to by now. Sure, it made him mad; but that night it has just set him offl. He wasn’t even shooting to kill. Matt was so focused on his target, he hadn’t even noticed another person coming into the area.
“My life was screwed up enough when I just had two vampires to deal with. Now, I’ve got vampire and werewolves; witches and demons; these Whitelighter-things I barely understand...” He spoke in a growling tone, readying himself for another shot, aimed at the vampire’s shoulder this time.













