Snippet #1651494

Jace

In and out, the way he liked it. Jace managed to return to his Hummer, finding it still where he left it; the zapper had killed a few bugs. Removing the armor was as easy as putting it on, and he stowed it away. Sirens wailed off in the distance, responding to the explosion no doubt. His bombs had done the trick, the place was a crater. With a grin he slid into the cab, and started the engine. That was when he saw the vampire.

The headlights illuminated the man, his features almost identical to the Elder he had just killed...just younger. The eldest of the two sons. "You killed my father...my brother...and my brood. You will pay, and dearly." The creature extends it's fangs and moves towards the Hummer. Just then..Jace gunned the engine. Suprise registered on the vampire's face as he was struck by several hundred pounds of vehicle and bounced backwards into a fence. Spitting as curse he stands, hearing the sound of a door opening.

Jace was out of his armor, but still armed. The vampire wasn't there at the nest, he had no way of knowing about the special bullets. It was an advantage Jace had. Sliding the M9 from it's holster, and aiming it in one fluid motion he sends a round towards the vampire, a quick shot. Because it wasn't well aimed, and the vampire saw it comming the bullet was easily dodged, with a laugh. "Guns? Bullets can't harm our kind. Maggot."

A blur of motion, and a sharp pain, as a back hand catches Jace in the chest. The vest took out most of the force, but he is still sent back off his feet onto his ass. From there he fires three more shots, finally hitting the beast. A round struck the vampire in the shoulder...and with a shocked expression on it's face..it feels pain. Long forgotten, pain was a distant memory of a time before the change. With a hollow pop the round explodes...and the arm is blown off in a gout of flame. With a shriek the vampire bounds away...Jace forgotten in it's hurry to escape. He rises and moves back to the Hummer, pulling out of the lot and onto the street; his job was done for the night. One escapee wasn't that big of a deal.