Hannibal King was wasting the night away doing what vampire hunters do best. Hunting. Though his hunting patterns had changed slightly since arriving in Los Angeles. King had learned there was in fact more then one breed of suckhead. Not all of them were bad. But the ones caught with their pants down, getting their fang on, were going to come face to face with the business end of a very large handgun.
Plus a side of silver laced UV rounds.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?" He exclaimed in horror as he prostitutes heart was removed so easily from her chest. That was new! Just when he thought he saw it all, some jackass had to go and raise the bar.
There was no helping the lifeless woman on the ground. Few things the human body can survive without, the heart isn't on that list. Two shots were fired at the crouched vampire, emitting a burst of bright blue light as the radiated ultraviolet light shot out of the gun.