I stood outside with my back against the wall of a washed up bar in the middle of nowhere. Graffiti covered the walls, and the smell of piss lingered in the air even near the door. I watched as women dressed in only enough to cover their vaginas and tits walk out with men whose penis probably couldn't even poke out from under their beer guts. That was until a man walked past me and into the bar. He wasn't the worst looking man, and after stepping in this run down piece of shit, he could be considered a 10.

I smirked and flicked my half-burned cigarette into the parking lot before pushing past a group of females to get into the door. It was at this moment that I caught sight of a gun on the side of the man who walked past me. Considering the crowd this place drew I had an eerie feeling he didn't come here for a drink.

Hey!

I caught the bartender nodding toward me before pointing down to a shot glass with something clear in it. I looked back at the man with the gun before turning my attention to the glass.

It's straight vodka; he paid for it.

The bartender's finger pointed directly at the man I had been watching. I looked down at the glass then up at the bartender who shrugged. I took the shot and slammed the glass down just in time to watch as the same man pulled someone from their seat and practically dragged them out of the back of the bar. Something about this guy didn't sit right with me, so I pushed past a group of drunken idiots to reach the door. The door swung open and I watched the two men struggle with each other before noticing one of them wasn't human. My blood ran warm as I ran up to the two of them and shoved the man with fangs down to the ground. He let out a hiss and managed to grab a broken beer bottle nearby using it to gash my forearm open. I pulled my arm back allowing this freak a little too much room to slip free and start running. I watched as he ran out view before looking down at my arm. Blood dripped on the ground from my fingertips as the wound started to burn with heat.

Damn it.

I cursed under my breath before feeling a hand touch my back. I turned around pulling the man's arm in and flipped him. His back slammed into the ground, and I put my foot under his chin and applied enough pressure to keep him down, but not enough where he couldn't breathe. My eyes showed a deep reddish brown as I looked down at the man under my foot.

It's not nice to sneak up on a lady. Who the hell are you anyway running around with a gun like that in your back pocket?



TBC: Holliday

John had gotten the go ahead from the judge to hunt and kill the vampire known as Frank Thomas. He was wanted for the murder. Frank had killed a man, why? Just to do so. He knew he wasn't one of Lady Seras's. Her vampires were well behaved, save the younger ones. They had to be taught who was in charge sometimes. New vampires were like the rebel teenager. A pain in the ass to deal with. The marshal had tracked down the target to a bar in the middle of nowhere. He thought he could have just ran away, but John knew how track them down. Frank was a new vampire, maybe only been the undead for a few months now. It was clear whoever turned him wasn't teaching him the skills, so he was leaving a trail for John to follow him. Damn rookie vampires. They didn't give the thrill of the hunt to John. It was just too damn easy.

When John had entered the bar, he spotted the vampire. His eyes narrowed as he made his way to him. Having the mark from Lady Seras came with some benefits. John was a lot stronger, more so than a normal human and he was quicker too. Not by much but the master vampire said each mark made him become more powerful, but he wasn't quick to jump at it. With the power came some downsides. The two would be more connected than they were now. If he had all four marks. They would become so bound together that if one died, the other would most likely as well. Something he didn't want to risk.

John walked up to Frank, who looked right him in the eyes. Shocked that a marshal had found him.

"We can do one of two things. I take you out right now. In front of all these people. I'll be fine, but you'll be dead or, you can come outside and fight for a chance to get free. You'd have to kill me, I mean. You can try but you won't. So what's it going to be? You going to be a bitch or are you going to be a real fucking vampire and step outside?"

"I'll kill you."

John grabbed the blood sucker and forced him outside. Frank was caught off guard by John's strength as he was pushed into the night.

Eveything was going fine when all of a sudden someone had to step in and fuck everything up. Some red head came out of nowhere and let the vampire away. Angry at this John went to have some words with her, that's when he was flipped to the ground and pinned.

"Bitch!"

John said before he hammer fisted the back of her leg, causing her to lose her footing and John he get free. He was quick to draw his gun. He knew right away she wasn't human, but a vampire she was not. She was something else.

"Do you know what you just did? You just interfered in official United State Marshal business. I can have you thrown into jail. The fuck is wrong with you?"

My eyes fixed on the gun pointed directly at my head. Slowly, I made eye contact with the man. He seemed so serious and oddly attractive. A smile made it's way across my face before the sound of loud laughter echoed.

Official United States Marshal business? You're shitting me, right? Do you know what you had your hands on just a minute ago? I doubt it because if you did you would have run the other way. I just saved your pathetic life, and now you want to "throw me in jail,"? I'd like to see you try to slap a cuff on my wrist because the minute you got close, I would rip your fucking arm off.

I pushed off the ground but was forced down by the barrel of the gun directly on my forehead. My blood ran hot with the want to kill. The taste of iron flooded my mouth as I bit down on my bottom lip hard enough to bring blood. I fought back myself believing this man to be naive and nothing more.

If you are going to point a gun at my head, I suggest you have the balls to pull the trigger and pray to god the bullets kill me because if they don't, I'll kill you.

I heard the click of the trigger but before the gun fired I managed to pull myself up using the man's arm and broke his hand free from the gun. It dropped to the ground with a loud bang firing shots into a nearby trash bin. I shoved the man back and dusted off my leather jacket.

I'm trying to be nice, but you are really testing my patience. You almost got slaughtered by something you know nothing about. If it wasn't for me saving your waste of space ass, you would have been food!

Confusion and annoyance swept over the man's face as he looked on at me as if I had said something so stupid his mind couldn't fathom it.

What?

It's my job to know about vampires. I was sent here to kill the one YOU let get away.

So you're some kind of vampire hunter? Let me guess your name is Buffy and you were chosen to fight the vampires.

No, I am a United States Marshal like I said before.

I've been away for way too long. What you are saying is that the government knows about vampires and sends people out to kill them?

The man's mouth opened only slightly before he could get a word out I noticed someone, or rather, something behind him.

Hold that thought.

I ran toward him and again shoved him but this time to the ground. The vampire from before made an attempt at darting for the man but was shortly stopped as soon as I grabbed him from behind and threw him to the ground.

Do you know him? Because he really wants to kill you.

The man sent his fist into the vampire's face before jumping to his feet and going for his gun. I rolled my eyes as the vampire got up to his feet and tried to send his fist into my face. I blocked and with a smile shoved my hand into his chest. His eyes shot open and what little life was left in them drained.

Boring.

I held his heart in my hand for a matter of seconds before dropping it on his chest.

Hey, I think I killed your friend. You're welcome...Again!

John walked over to the now dead, for real dead vampire and shot it in it's face. If you couldn't tell. The marshal wasn't happy. He didn't say anything to the woman as he took his cell out of his pocket and made a call to his boss.

"Yeah, It's Holliday. The vampire is dead. I'll write my report in the morning when I get back into town. Yes sir. Got ya. You can send in clean up crew. I'll give you my location."

Phone did just that and hung up the phone. He got his pack of cigarettes from his leather jacket's pocket and lit one up. He didn't know how he was going to explain the hole in the vampire's chest. He would think of something. He took a drag from cigarette.

"Alright Red." John said looking at the female.

"Since I can't tell my boss that someone came in and killed the vampire that wasn't me, because if I did, then I'd have to put you in cuffs and take you off. Then you'd be charged for murder. And if they found out you weren't human. You'd be killed. Yes, I know you're not one, I don't know what you are, but a human. No. Now I'm going to wait for the cleaning crew, then I'm going back to Pittsburgh. I highly suggest you kick stones and I'll forget all this happened. Even if you were a huge pain in my ass."

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms in front of my chest. I was beginning to get really annoyed with this guy's "mighter than thou," attitude. To be fair, I understood that I probably shouldn't have stuck my nose in business where it didn't belong, but you would think this moron would be happy that my hands were the ones covered in blood and not his. I guess I had a lot to get used to considering I haven't been around the human population in a few years, like the fact they know vampires are real.

Obviously, you have no clue what I am, or you wouldn't keep threating me with something so simple-minded as jail. You might know your way around a vampire, but considering the countless other things out there that see you as a walking bag of McDonald's I would suggest you take a step off the horse your on. You see, if I really wanted to, and believe me the thought has crossed my mind multiple times in this little encounter of ours; I could kill you in a matter of seconds. That's not me gloating that's the reality of the situation you are in.

My eyes shifted to the gun in his hand.

And if you think that is going to stop me, scare me, or kill me then you are really as dull-witted as you look. Apparently, you don't pay attention during high risks situations, something else to get you killed. I self-heal meaning the moment you hit me with one of those bullets, if you even could, I would just heal. Take me on with your bare hands, and I would do to you what I just did to our undead friend over there only I would shove yours down your throat because your voice annoys me.

I could see a sort of unease as I moved toward him. He made sure to keep eye contact with me, and I knew even if I wanted to kill him, he wouldn't go down without a fight. I had to admit that in the face of danger he stayed collected.

Now I would highly suggest you stop putting your steel-toed boot in your mouth and thank me for making your job easier by buying me another drink. The way I see it, I did you a favor, and if you think you are doing me a favor by keeping the fact I killed him a secret, then you obviously haven't been paying close enough attention.

Who are you? Funny you should mention garbage because you smell like 50 bags of it. I don't work in pornos but if you hurry home maybe your mother will let you borrow the laptop so you can watch some pornhub. Just be sure to make sure you clear the history because we don't want mommy to see the chicks with dicks videos you get off to.

I'm pretty sure I just said I'm not showing anyone anything. Judging by this first impression I can already tell that my clit is bigger than the pimple on your ball sack you think is a penis. But hey, if you feel like pulling yours out I can happily pop it for you by ramming my foot into it.

To answer your first question, no I do not have an enlarged clit but then again I don't it to be enlarged for me to have a bigger dick than you. Also if you come close to my ass for any reason I will rip your arm off and force feed it to you. Capiche?