The name of the ship that this creep came over on? It’s called The Bloody Mary. Jesus Christ. Yeah, was kinda easy.
As the sun set, I made my way to the docks and set up a little sniper perch on a crane with a birds eye view of the boat. When night came, I figured it’d be easy to blow the creep’s head off, get down there, and shove a grenade down his carcass to make sure he can’t regenerate.
I have got to stop expecting shit to be easy!
Turns out, he wasn’t sleeping on the boat. He was sleeping in a large crate. The crate was right behind me. One minute, I’ve got the boat in my sights! The next, I get knocked off by the vamp hitting me from behind! So I’m in free fall and manage to fire my grappling hook into the crane, letting me swing to safety. Vamp flies right at me, which gives me an opening. I ready the still-cocked sniper rifle, look the son of a bitch right between the eyes, and pull the trigger.
That is what I should have said. Instead, he used his annoying European Vampire abilities to turn to mist. Bullet goes right through him, and he goes solid and backhands me into a crate. Oh yeah, I’m gonna feel that shit tomorrow. I roll to my feet and dodge as the Vamp, who’s gone to wolf form, slams into where I had just fallen. Grabbing my trusty handguns, I manage to get off a shot that rips into his hind leg. And that is when the damn wolf breaths fire at me. And that shit? That “using magic to give yourself firebreath” shit? That shit is just annoying!
Dodging the fire, I come up with what I feel is a clever idea. My handguns are loaded with rounds that can pierce this freak’s heart. All I need is a shot! Fido rears up for another dose of firebreath, giving me the opening I need.
Right when he fires, I hurl a flash grenade at him. The explosive blast of light blinds the creep long enough for me to fill his chest with bullets. He staggers about as his body dies, manages to give off one last fire burst, and then drops dead.
Finally. Feels like it took months to kill this creep. Time to get paid.