Eli watched the brothel for some time. Brothels always have been a popular place for vampires to feed. A place that sells flesh is a place where blood can easily flow. His hunting takes him here and there's an eruption of screams. Shrieks. There's an attack and the vampire hunter wastes no time in finding his way inside. He doesn't need to kick through the front door, as shrieking women scamper out into the streets. As he enters he sees bodies upon the floor. Blood pooled and in another room he hears the sickening sound of slurping. The sound that occasionally haunts his dreams as he recalls vampires licking over the floor boards of his childhood home desiring not to lose the spilled blood of the not-quite-so-faithful of God's Chosen People.
He wastes no time and begins to deal the work of death. Two with a pistol and he decides to save one for later, taking a stake and stabbing it hard enough in the shoulder to cut through and pin it to the wall. It shrieks and wails but it won't move. The wood infused with garlic is poisoning it slowly and for good measure he splashes holy water on its face so it remains marked. There will be no healing from that and it matters little if the believer is a Jew or a Gentile, the water does its work.
Eli inspects the rest, knowing that soon the police will arrive. Likely that copper too, but Eli's gone beyond reasoning with him. Whenever the copper decides to take his head out of his ass, he'd know where to find the vampire hunter. So instead he hurries through till he turns through a door way to find a vampire tackling down a broad man and a woman near a door, close to freedom.
The gun fires and the vampire lifts its head in time for the wooden bullet to slam hard into its eye. A soft spot from a crack shot and it lodges into its brain. The thing isn't quite dead yet but the force of the ball takes it off the man and sends it flying onto its back. "I've already got one of you for questioning," he says, ignoring the bleeding man and the woman for a moment, "And that's all I need." With a swift motion he pulls the sharpened piece of wood from his belt and gives the vampire a kick. It falls again, this time onto its back and Eli is there. The stake cuts through the skin of the beast like a hot knife through fresh butter. It stops moving and Eli stands up.
He then turns, the gun now on the man, "Did you drink any of that creature's blood?" Eli is steady. Calm. But he is not a man known for his patience.