A gunshot. The sound echoed through the alleyway as the blonde stood, aiming his weapon towards the screaming vampire heâd come across. The victim they had been feeding on lay woozy, but alive; and blood pooled from a entry wound where Mattâs wooden bullet had burrowed into the vampireâs leg. âI told you to let them go.â Matt stated out through a clenched jaw. âYou shouldâve listened, but that wouldâve been too easy. No, you think you can do whatever you want just because youâre a vampire.â He stated.Â
Another gunshot, and another bullet driving itself into the other leg. âThose hurt?â He asked. âWooden bullets, soaked in vervain.â He explained. He was angry. He didnât 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 wasnât even shooting to kill. Matt was so focused on his target, he hadnât even noticed another person coming into the area.
âMy life was screwed up enough when I just had two vampires to deal with. Now, Iâve got vampire and werewolves; witches and demons; these Whitelighter-things I barely understand...â He spoke in a growling tone, readying himself for another shot, aimed at the vampireâs shoulder this time.Â












