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."