The creaking doors are heard as the wind whispers by. Half a moon fills a part of the night sky. Below, a man wearing a red coat, with long black hair, is on the roof, bearing his long fangs, letting the soft wind brush past them. "What a wonderful night for a drink," he says enthusiastically as his eyes scan the old town, he stares for his next victim like when a lion sees an injured baby impala.
From a loud bar comes a large man stumbling with his cane. The man stops, takes out a thick cigar, lights it, smokes it, and looks around, looking lost. The vampire on the roof giggles like a hyena before sliding down in the blink of an eye, appearing behind the man. The vampire speaks: "Abandon all hope, you who enter here."
The man slowly turns around, barely keeping his eyes open. "What are you saying?"
"It is a quote from Dante's Inferno. You should read it, if it doesn't go over your limited mental capacity."
"Oh great, another fucking clown," the man says, and then puffs his cigar.
"Do you know anything other than basic profanity? The fact that you can't comprehend a basic concept of humanity's nature and you don't know any other words to insult me only proves you have the mental capacity of a fly."
"That work came from a drunk who wrote it out of boredom."
The vampire laughs. "You are nothing but an imbecile, and you deserve my pity."
The man puffs his cigar. "I don't want anyone's pity, especially not a clown's."
"The only thing you deserve is death and a shallow grave. Yet I'm being polite by just calling you a pathetic weak old man," the vampire laughs again.
The old man starts laughing too and puffs his cigar. "Whatever. Say, are you British?"
"Not that that means I am somehow better than you, filthy peasants. Of course! I am of the royal bloodline, you fool."
The man spits on his shoes.
The vampire's eyes turn red. "You have the audacity to spit on me?!" He growls, and his fangs grow larger, now they're longer than the fangs of a tiger. The old man takes his cane and swings it at him.
The vampire grabs the cane and shatters it. Hundreds of pieces hit the ground. "You're a funny old man. Is a cane seriously supposed to scare me? How about I show you true power?"
"Come at me, freak," the old man raises his fist up like a boxer.
The vampire jumps at him, then staggers back. Something isn't right, he realizes his mouth is filled with his own blood. He spits it out. The man punches his jaw again, and then his nose. The vampire grows long nails and swings at the man, but he dodges it with ease and keeps landing hits on the vampire.
"Enough games!" The vampire shoves his claws deep inside the man's stomach. The man gasps for air. The vampire laughs.
The vampire shoves his hand deep, feeling the intestines, and squeezes them. The man coughs out blood and whispers something.
"Say it louder, so I can hear your pathetic final words."
The man is silent before he says, "I ain't dying tonight, fucker."
He headbutts the vampire, and the nose bursts into a waterfall of blood. The vampire stumbles back, holding the bloody nose, and sees the man pull out a sword from his pants. "Now I'll end you!" he shoves the sword through the vampire and repeatedly punches the vampire's mouth, blood soaking the ground like rain.
The vampire grabs the man's arms, but he shakes them off easily. A horrifying realization hits the vampire, "You are stronger than me. How can that be?"
The man grabs the vampire's hair and punches his throat. The vampire slashes his stomach and shoves him. He manages to get the sword out but can't lift it. "What are you?!" The vampire is tackled by the man. "I am man!" the vampire kicks him to the ground, they both throw punches, and their fists clash. The vampire's hand is shattered. "This is absurd!"
The man wipes the blood off his hands, his stomach perfectly healed. He says, "So you wish for your death. Then I shall show you death, you absolute idiot."
He throws his sword away and takes a few pieces of the broken cane, then a red flash, and in his hands, he is carrying a long samurai-like blade. "Now I will end you." He takes a fighting stance, his feet planted into the ground, and his body slightly leaning forward. "You, who are nothing compared to me. Vampire!"
He raises his arm; the blade is pointed at the vampire. "You deserve much worse, but death shall do." He then charges forward, ready to end the vampire. He slices off the vampire's right arm; the vampire screams in agony but kicks the blade off the man's hands. The vampire then bites his neck and sucks half a liter of blood in a single second.
The vampire coughs and spits the blood out, stumbling backwards. "You're disgusting!" The man laughs and punches the vampire straight in the face. It was as if the hand of God had punched him.
The vampire collapses on his back to the ground. The man picks him up, carries him over the shoulder, and walks. He throws him into the garbage can and heads to the nearest bar.