As Leo made his way down to the basement of the desolate house, the stairs creaked with every step he took. Clutched in one hand was a wooden stake and in the other a Glock. He had given up on bring wooden crosses after witnessing their uselessness.
Having driven the wooden stake cleanly through the sleeping vampire’s heart, Leo dropped to his knees, looked up at the ceiling and thanked God that it was all over. This was all too premature as he would soon come to learn that some vampires are born without hearts.