I have not accidently attacked a donor.
There was a Vampire different city, different county. But I had heard through the grapevine that the same sang vamp was wanted in connection with a couple of murders in a differents state. Somewhere in Ohio. So I did what I was suppose to. I watched him.
I don't have a watcher. Personal choice.
I realised very soon that some of his donors were voluntary but a lot were not. Some how the perv was getting hold of children. Young too. They were anywhere from the ages of 6-9, and they were alway little boys. I battled a lot with this. I wanted to be the person who took him down. But in this situation children were involved so I went to the police. GOOD OLD POLICE!!!! They do what they always do take him in for questioning. No proof, no priors, and although he was wanted for questioning on those murders in Ohio there was no warrant out for his arrest so he got away easily.
Something had to be done so a couple of weeks after the cops declared him innocent. I went back to his place to handle the situation. I had everything I needed in order to make the problem go away. One problem though, he had moved. Empty house!!!!! But one things about vamps and especially about sang vamps is that they always leave a trail.
So I watched the house; the guy had, had so many voluntary donors that I knew that one of them had to have been left out of the loop and didn't know that the sang vamp that they were donating too had moved. Once I could find a donor I could watch them until they went to their next feeding. Lucky for me I didn't have to do all of that.
Four days after I began to watch the house, a girl came. We all know her type short black skirt. Gothic styled tank, boots, chains, dark hair in ponytails.....
Your run of the meal donor. She knocked on the door, walked around the house. Now I though that I was going to have to follow her back to her place but thanks to the invention of portable phones. She made one phone call talked for a couple of seconds and left.
I followed.
She led me to one of those corporate shopping malls. Where you have all of these fancy businesses. She got out of the car and walked past the shopping mall. So I had to get out and follow. There was an old rickety house. Looked like a drug house. Not in good shape now one should be in something like that. She goes in. I know that I have found my guy.
I'm not the kind of slayer that goes for her kill. Instead I like to toy with them. I had been out there for three hours. I know that because right as my watch beeped 3 am the screen door to the house creaked open and out walked a male donor. Bulky guy, long hair, tatoos. I was anxiouse and I wanted a message sent so I went after him. It was hard but it is easy to fight someone in the dark when they can't really see you, and they are dazed from a feeking.
I didn't kill him. Just got him pretty good to the point he couldn't move on his own. I left a stake in his hand with a not wrapped around it that said "I Know What You Are Get Out Of My Town" The reason why I put the stake in the donors hand was just to represent that the things that are closest to you can be the things that eventually kill you.
It was because he was using young children as donors that I was even comming after him. And I left the poor guy there. I left because I knew the body would be found long before he died. He would have never been in the situation if he hadn't been feeding a sang vamp in the first place.
Or at least that was what I told myself so that I could get sleep that night.