If there is anything more terrifying than running through the hallways of a motel with an extremely naked and decidedly rabid psychotic vampire chasing after you, please let me know.

When Mister Sinnel had come out of the room, practically on all fours, more like a seriously fucked up wolf than a man, both Claude and I had said "to hell with that" and we had just turned and run, neither of us wanting to see what was coming next.

We almost knocked over a maid who was pushing her cart of supplies and bedding out of the elevator.  it's funny the things I noticed when I was in stressful situations even if they wouldn't be useful later, like the mole on the left side of the maid's neck that had a little hair growing out of it, and the little streaks of grey in her otherwise jet-black hair, or the faded stain on her right sleeve and was that a tattoo of a fucked-up looking mermaid under that sleeve? I also noticed that her name-tag was a little askew, the name "Martine" written in black marker instead of being printed like the other staff, so she was most likely new or a temp. 

I didn't have time to feel sorry for poor Martine the maid as I jogged left, thankful for my vampire reflexes, and noticed that Claude had somehow managed to outcool me once again and was in the process of flipping through the air, right over the cart. Another useful life-skill of course, one that he had tried to get me involved in, but I just didn't have the time for in the past, even though he had offered to pay for me. I had instead wondered aloud if he was planning a museum heist or something similar. I mean, what the hell would I ever need parkour for, right?

Yeah, so there was Claude landing like a badass because of his no-doubtful-useful parkour lessons and I was stumbling as I tried to keep on running.

There was a wall at the end of the corridor.

"There's no way out!" I yelled and turned back to look at Claude as he ran after me.

"Just keep running!" he yelled. "Last door on the right!"

There was a roar, closely followed by a scream from the maid as Mr Sinnel bounded around the corner, high up on the wall, his strong fingers digging deep into the plaster and the dry-wall, ripping out chunks as he bounced to the opposite wall, a force of nature and destruction. His sharp pointed teeth were way too big for his mouth as if they had grown in the few second between us running for our lives and his overly dramatic entry. I wanted to marvel at them, at the sheer size and the impossibility, plus the fact that Mr Sinnel was a hell of a lot more animalistic than I had ever expected. A little bit of pee might have run down my leg at the sight of him, but could you really blame me?

The vampire legends had not mentioned anything like Mr Sinnel. I think they might have been to scared... or Mr Sinnel just made it a point to kill anyone who ever saw him like this.

The maid screamed and screamed as she saw the monstrosity of Mr Sinnel, but that ended as he bounded to the next wall and casually beheaded the poor woman, his claws crunching through her throat and spine like it was made of paper. He didn't even have to pull; his arms just continued in an arc as if there had never been anything in it's path to begin with. The blood didn't even have time to begin to think about spurting, the body still very much in shock from the devastation done to it, the flesh of her torn muscles a stark white.

Mr Sinnel was already bounding away to the next wall, fast and deadly as fuck, coming after his targets.

Claude grabbed me as he caught up to and passed me and I realized that I had been frozen in my tracks at the display of violence and my own oncoming death.

"RUN GODDAMIT!" Claude roared, and I was only shaking my head, knowing that we couldn't escape, not this time and that we re going to fucking die, right here, right now and it was going to suck.

We reached the end of the corridor and Claude pushed open the door on the right, the door opening easily as if it had been waiting for us, just slightly ajar. He went first, dragging me after him and we stumbled inside, both of us falling to the floor.

Behind us, the walls splintered and exploded into flying pieces of wood and drywall as Mr Sinnel reached the end of the corridor.

"WINDOWS NOW!" Claude yelled and I rolled onto my back, the hand with the gun I had requested coming up almost on it's own, part of me saying "fuck dying". I realized at the same time that Claude had pulled two guns from somewhere, probably the backpack, and we were both aiming at the door. Someone moved in the corner of the room and I realized Sammy was by the windows—

Mr Sinnel burst into the room, all snarling and teeth and monstrous grey muscle—

Sammy pulled down the huge curtains that had blocked the sunlight from entering the room and we were hit by direct rays of early afternoon sunlight. Claude and I opened fire, the bullets ripping into Mr Sinnel, tearing at flesh, ripping out pieces of him piece by piece, the .45 calibre bullets taking out huge hunks of him, one at a time, an explosion of sound and gore. The sunlight did it's job, catching Mr Sinnel completely unaware, and due to his preferred choice of attack, completely naked.

Mr Sinnel burned like a motherfucker, even as the bullets ripped into him. His roars turned into screams of pain and whimpers as he first burst into flame and turned, trying to escape, self-preservation kicking in, but the bullets whipped him around into a frenzied dance that offered no escape.

You want to know why vampires in movies get exposed to sunlight and explode into dust? Nobody wants to deal with the messiness and desperation of the death of an immortal. Someone who has lived for hundreds of years will not go easily; they will fight for every single last breath, even if that breath is on fire, and Mr Sinnel was not the exception to the rule.

Claude and I had run out of bullets, my gun going click, click, click as I dry-fired, more out of sheer terror than anything else, and I wanted more bullets because Mr Sinnel was trying to crawl away from the sun dammit, but I realized that my hands were blistered and smoking and that my head was on fire.

Claude was in the direct sunlight and so was I, that lovely afternoon sunlight anxious to make friends with me and show me how much it loved me, so much in fact that it hurt.

I had a moment to panic before someone threw a comforter over my head.

"I got you," Jaime said behind me, even as she tried to pat out the flames. "I got you Bob."

She pulled me back away from the direct sunlight and I peeked out of the comforter, first to Jaime's beautiful face, such a great sight, and then panic kicked in and I looked over to Mr Sinnel, who was lying prone on the ground, burned to shit in a patch of sunlight and you know what? Even with his knees shot out, and eye missing, bones broken in a dozen places and so many pieces of him missing from the fifty one .45 calibre slugs, that motherfucker was still trying to crawl away, still trying to survive, no matter what.

I noticed Sammy still at the window staring at Mr Sinnel in fear, but it was the wrong kind of fear. It wasn't fear so much at the monster that Mr Sinnel was, but the fear that came from thinking very deeply about the consequences of a certain action.

"We can't kill him Bob," Sammy said, and I knew she was right. "We should just run now and maybe we can work out a deal or something."

"Is that you or the King talking?" I asked. "Where is he anyway?"

"If you kill him, there is no going back Bob. Your life, my life is over. Harry can't let this one slide. You know that."

"Then he shouldn't have sent them after me!" I yelled, and looked to Jaime but she was shaking her head. Apparently she and Sammy had been talking and they had the same opinion.

"Well you've proven yourself, now haven't you?" Sammy yelled. "You took down one of the gentlemen. That is pretty badass all by itself. But you have the other two coming after you right now. You can talk to them, work something out, do a trade, but not if you kill him. If you do that it's all over and we are all fucked."

Fuck! She was right. I looked over to Claude for his advice. He only shrugged and slammed a fresh clip into the gun I had been shooting with.

"She's right dude. Killing these dudes dead would be like killing Harry himself. You sure you want to go over there and empty this clip into that motherfucker's head?

I looked at Claude.

"Gimme the gun."

Claude threw it to me without a word.

"Goddamit Bob, don't do this!" Jaime said, and I could see Claude whispering something to her, but I didn't care what, not just then. I only had eyes for Mr Sinnel.

Still covered in my comforter, I walked over to Mr Sinnel and I emptied the magazine into that motherfucker's head.

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