I killed a vampire last night.
It's funny. For some reason, he thought I was going to help him against the vampire hunter who was beating him mercilessly. Instead the two of us burst open his skull and drove a stake through his chest without a second of wasted time.
I have to admit, there was some dark sense of satisfaction in seeing the life go out of his eyes. It's very interesting, the expression that takes hold of someone on the brink of death. Sometimes it's regret, other times it's fear. Curious.