The air was stale and noxious, driving Thaddeus into annoyance. He hated these seedy streets, hated everything about them. The smell, the awful lingering taste of death on the wind. This city was fit to rot with evil, harboring a collective soul of a million damned, a vulgar reminder of the evil that slept in the homes of all those living here, right at the threshold of that which was held dear by those just wanting to survive. However, scraping by in this godforsaken cesspool was too much to ask, when the midnight streets were infested with vermin of all sorts: murderers, rapists, thieves. They all made a mockery of justice and righteousness, spitting upon it with acid breath and laughing with vile cackles.
However, it wasn't the mortal scum of villainy his attention turned to; no, his attentiveness was aimed at those things which threaten the survival of his kind. Even now, he had one before him, forced upon its knees and staring up, hatred encasing its red-colored eyes. Fangs barred and bloodstained, any trace of of a smile gone now, taken along with its victory. It was once a young man, in his twenties maybe. However, it had accepted the curse, not having the common decency to obliterate itself, sparing the lives it had indubitably stamped out with its own existence.
At gunpoint, Thaddeus held the creature in place, Vincent just a few steps behind, prepared to retaliate should the monster dare to rise. "Where is he, beast?" Thaddeus demanded angrily. This creature's knowledge of its master's whereabouts was of utmost importance. Thaddeus had been tracking that particular devil for years, dreaming of the day when vengeance could be exacted, the day he drove his stake in the damned vampire's heart. However, the creature's response was mere angry breathing, and a glare of vehemence. Taking the butt of his revolver, Thaddeus struck the no-longer man, spilling blood onto the concrete beneath its knees. Fuming, it snarled at the hunter, whose trigger finger suddenly tightened considerably, a hair's width away from tainting the ground with the monster's blood and grey matter.
"I said answer me, you damnable thing!" he thundered. The vampire merely held his endlessly hateful gaze. "Burn in hell, old man!" he spat. Thaddeus' grip tightened around the pistol. A roaring gunshot echoed into the night, crimson liquid painting the concrete canvas below. "I'll meet you there," he replied to the now dead monster. He turned to Vincent, his son, exhaling.
Another one dead, and still no leads. It was becoming increasingly frustrating to track down the vampire lord that decimated Thaddeus' clan those many years ago. "Shall we go, father?" Vincent asked. "Surely there is more we can do tonight." Thaddeus contemplated this for a moment. "Yes, perhaps. Come, let us make haste away from this wretched corpse."