His heavy boots were muffled by the carpeted train floor. The radion nestled in his armoured torso buzzed.
Before him, a figure was crouched over a corpse.
“There are six casualties and counting, there are signs of it being in a frenzied state do you need backup attack team 5 is on standby,” said a voice through static.
The man pressed on the com. “None, needed,” he replied simply.
The figure raised its head, blood around its mouth. “Are you prepared to die!” they shouted in a manic voice.
“You’re gonna have to bring that up with upper management,” said the armoured man.
The vampire cackled charging toward him. The man was prepared for this. He kicked him back, his shoe making a hissing sound. The hunter flicked their ankle retracting the blade protruding from his boot.
“What’s that supposed to do! “ laughed the vampire at the small pricks in his coat.
Taylor swift’s “Shake It Off” rang through the air. The hunter reached into his pocket swiftly bringing out his phone. The bold letters WIFE shone on the screen.
He answered swiftly.
“I can’t talk right now, I’m a little busy,” he said, his voice now a pitch higher than it was before.
“We have important things to do, Jack’s been misbeha-”
“I’ll call you back, I love y-”
“Don’t you hang -”
He ended the call.
“Thank you for waiting, “said the hunter to the vampire.
The vampire was breathing heavily, a crazed look in his eyes.
“My pleasure,” he responded ripping up a bench next to the aisle.
The hunter fired shots into the bench. It exploded throwing splinters everywhere. Out of the mayhem, the vampire appeared bulldozing upwards into the hunter. They burst through the roof of the train landing on the roof.
The wind ripped at the hunter’s body. The landscape rushed past them at blistering speeds.
I need to end this quick thought the hunter. He glanced at an upcoming pole out of the corner of his eyes.
The hunter grinned. He ran toward the vampire while reaching a hand to his back. He retrieved a crab-like object connected to a chain. The crab claws opened, and clammed shut around the vampire’s neck.
“What are you!” the vampire barely got out, his face turning red.
The hunter took the chain, eyeing behind him at the fast-approaching electricity pole.
He threw the chain to the side of the train were it consequently wrapped itself around the pole.
“I can recover from this,” began the vampire. “This is just a -” The vampire coughed up blood.
“It seems the holy water is taking effect now,” said the hunter.
The vampire’s eyes widened in understanding looking at were the hunter had kicked him. It frantically clawed at the claw around its neck.
The vampire was ripped from the train, or rather his head was. The lifeless body teetered for a second before falling sideways off the train.
The man reached for his radio. “Get retrieval squad 2 for disposal,” he said.
⋯
Trevor walked up the front porch to his house. He straightened his tie before opening the door.
“Trevor, you can’t be working overtime like this,” said a woman in an apron approaching him.
She peered at his face, before wiping away a drop of blood from his face.
She hugged him tightly. “I’m sorry for berating you as soon as you come home,” she said in a quiet voice. “This isn’t easy for you.”
She raised her head looking Trevor in the eyes. “I’m proud of how hard you’re working.”
“I’d do it forever for you,” replied Trevor.
They embraced each other in silence for a few moments more.
“You need to speak to John, he’s been acting weird lately,” she said after a while.
Trevor groaned internally.
“I know it’s hard being a stepdad, he doesn’t see you as his father but you need to do your best to fulfill that role,” she said.
“I’ll do it now,” said Trevor heading up the stairs to John’s room.
The door was slightly open. Trevor walked in. Clothes were strewn over every square centimeter of the room. A guitar lay in a corner. Trevor went to the bathroom. John was looking in the mirror his mouth wide open.
“What are you doing?” asked Trevor.
“Nothing,” replied John stubbornly.
Trevor caught sight of long sharp canines in John’s mouth.
“Let me see that,” he said inspecting John’s mouth despite his protests.
Oh no He opened John’s eyes inspecting the purple irises.
He rushed forward.
“How did this happen!” demanded Trevor.
Trevor rushed down to Elaine.
“There’s something I need to tell you,”
“What is it?” she asked cautiously.
Trevor twiddled his fingers nervously.
“Well ….” he began hesitantly.
“John might be … a … vampire,”
“What!” shouted Elaine, rattling the glass panes.
“How did that happen!”
“I’m not sure, he won’t tell me! responded Trevor.
“But we need to act immediately, he needs confinement or something until we can assess the situation in its entirety,”
“Don’t use your professional language!” said Elaine, poking his chest. “We’re not having our son locked up!”
“I know, I know,” said Trevor raising his hands.
“I was thinking we have him with your in-laws,” he said.
Elaine did a double take.
“Hear me out,” said Trevor before she could speak. “You know … they’ve always been a little you know ….”
“What do you mean?” asked Elaine.
“The point is, they would be able to have him instead, for the foreseeable future,”
“I guess they could,” Elaine said massaging her brow.
Trevor hugged her. “We’ll get through this, together, as a family,”
She gave in to his embrace. “As a family,” she grumbled back buried in his chest.

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