It was a couple of nights until Nick returned to the bar. He didn’t want the vampire to be there waiting for him or introduce any more of his friends. Everybody knew that Nick hated vampires, though they were surprised that Nick wasn’t out there hunting them – driving a stake into each one he could find. Secretly, Nick was scared of them. He feared they would rip him apart like they did his family. Yes, tonight was a night he needed to drink and so he changed out of his dirty clothes and headed to Brian’s.

When he walked in, he didn’t need to look around. The scene was always the same; same people, same music and same bull shit going on. Nick went to his seat in the corner and sat down. Brian was quick to slide a beer in front of him. The cool liquid felt good going down and soon Nick was asking for another. Nobody was bothering him, and that was a good thing. He could camp out in his spot for several hours before he would stumble out to his car and head home. Brian had attempted to make small chit chat but the lack of answers from Nick indicated the younger man wasn’t in any kind of mood to talk. Even the girls were staying at bay.

Nick had been at the bar for nearly an hour and a half when a stranger walked in. Everybody’s attention usually draws to the newcomers within the first thirty seconds of them arriving. The blonde head of hair didn’t turn till the foreigner was sitted right beside him. Wise cracks and rude remarks were about to start flying, Nick wanting this dark haired man gone but a drink ordered was placed before he could even open his mouth. Fingerless black leather gloves were removed from dirty hands and placed on the the bar. Everyone was holding their breath, wondering who this person was and what they wanted. Brian brought the mixed drink over, wiped the counter and then placed it on a napkin in front of the man. He stared at the stranger for a minute or two to see if there was anything else he needed before he went back to another customer. Ten minutes passed and a blonde, straw haired woman that Nick didn’t know walked over. She weasled herself between the two men and batted her eyes at the stranger.

“Hi,” She greeted, her hand touching the man’s arm briefly. “I’m Tasha. What’s yours handsome?”

Nick rolled his eyes while taking a drink of his beer and at the last moment tipped his head back to chug the rest. He slammed the bottle back down onto the bar top and was about ready to leave his seat when a voice haulted him.

“My name is Christopher,” The stranger said, getting up from his seat. He hadn’t taken a single sip from his drink – the blonde was now feeding off of it. Christopher walked to the center of the bar area, walking among all the tables.

“Kirkpatrick is my last name and most just call me CK. I heard that there is new nest of vampires taking over the area and I’m here to help. That is if anybody is having trouble with any of them.”

It was a nice way of saying that you are a vampire hunter without exactly saying the words. Last thing you would want is to say that you hunted the dead and then be “accidently” killed not long after.

One drunk man was eager to stand up and point towards Nick. “He’s had a few come in and talk to him just the other night.”

Nick cursed under his breath. He didn’t want to get mixed up in any of this crazy business – vampires or hunters. He waved his hand, ready to walk outside and go home. Throwing some money on the bar, Nick stood up and was stepping away when the hunter stepped up to him. A hand was placed on Nick’sw arm to hault him. He really didn’t like being touched by strangers.

“The new nest has contacted you?” Chris asked Nick, his voice was soft to keep all the spying eyes from hearing what he had asked. His back was turned just so, his mouth wasn’t in the view of anybody in fear he had lip readers nearby. “What did they want? What did they say?”

Rolling his eyes, Nick pushed the man away from him. He told them that one just said hi and wanted to introduce another. “I don’t care about the fucking things. I hope they die so go hunt them or whatever it is the fuck you do. Leave me out of it and leave me the fuck alone.”

Nick had obviously a few too many beers. He was pissed. Vampires were becoming an every day thing and it just reminds him of his dead family all the more. He shrugged on his coat, gave a cold stare to everyone watching him and then made it for the door. He shouted a good night to Brian then made his exit. He had his keys in hand and was practically stomping down the few steps that lead down to the parking long. Nick was ready to go home. His journey was stopped, once again, when a hand pulled on his coat sleeve. He whipped around and glared at Chris Kirkpatrick standing there.

“What the fuck do you want?” He growled.

Chris held out a business card. “Take this,” He instructed. “If you have any problems with this nest, call me.”

Nick stared at the older man then snapped the card from his fingers before continuing on his way to his car.

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