I tried to get some sleep last night. Fang in the bed next to mine was fast asleep. I decided I would walk downstairs t the empty bar to get a drink. *CREEEEEEEEEEEKKK* The stairs were creaking below my feet as I falsely attempted to silently walk down the old stairs. A drunken guy was asleep at one of the bar stools.
    "Psh.... Mortals" I mumbled to myself.
    "Who was that?" asked a large hairy man who popped up from behind the bar. He must be the night bartender I thought. I ignored his question and went to sit down at the bar next to the sleeping man at the bar.
    "What do you slayers want of us???" asked the bartender timidly as he poured me a brandy. Again i ignored his question and took a sip of a brandy.

    *SPITOOOOEY* I spat the brandy all over his face. "Get me something stronger you imbaisal. He glared at me and poured me a whisky. He whiped off his face and repeated his question "What do you slayers want of us?"
    "You wouldn't listen if i told you" I mumbled as i took a sip of whisky. He sat down at a stool next to me.
    "Try me" he whispered in response. I groaned and took a sip of my whisky.
    "Lemme try to explain in a way that your simple mortal mind can understand." I said. "What happens to a human when they say.... get stabbed?"
    "Well... they just bleed and uh... well just fall over dead.
    "Ok well when a vampire dies well this happens..." I pulled out my wooden stake and stabbed it into the the sleeping drunken "man" siting next to me.
    *Poof* a black cloud poofed up and the vampire died.
    " What is this witchcraft???" the bartender asked as he backed away.
    "Thats why we're here" i said. "To rid this town of these evil souls... To rid this town of vampires."