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The not so pleasant sound of vomiting came from a garbage can not too far from the door. Jon, whose stomach was in mutiny over the beer, finally came up for air and managed to regain his composure...as best as a drunk puking in a trashcan could. There were some others standing outside, some of which smoking.

"She thinks she's funny..." Jon did his best to wipe himself clean, luckily he didn't get too much on himself. He smelled his own breath and made a show of recoiling from it. "Don't let me hold you up." Jon turned to walk away. He checked his watch in the street light, then proceeded forward. The other "humans" who were smoking let him pass, the began following him after several moments.

Jon rounds a left turn, the same one he always takes to go home, quickly followed by the four. Jon could hear the footsteps of pursuers, only because of his military training. They were good, though, easily not even human. Good thing Jon was buzzed, or he'd probably have been scared.
Jon stops, and oddly enough, the four did also. They'll probobly threaten me for money, he thought.
"Don't make any sudden moves, pops, just throw over your wallet and we'll be good to go." The first thug's eyes glowed, then the others' did as well. Jon fished out his wallet, not even turning, and chucked it over his shoulder. They came close up behind Jon, and one of them hissed.
Then all hell brakes loose. Jon whirls around and throws a haymaker into the face of the closest, laying him out. The other three vampires blur and charge Jon and commence with the a** kicking. Jon was human after all. One human against three- no four vampires. The first just got back up.

And then Jon goes down. He had dodged left, right, ducked and swung again, this time comboing with an all out roundhouse kick to the midsection on one of them, but he just took it like nothing. Jon almosted roared in anguish as he saw fangs close in on him.

"HOLY SH-" Jon rolls out of the way just in time to avoid the slashing and the tearing. He wasn't exactly where the odd tiger thing came from but he wanted distance. Jon ran low to the ground. He was 20 feet away when he turned back. Three vampires getting their asses handed to them. Wait...only three? Jon barely had enough time to find the fourth sneeking up from above. He jumped doawn off a light pole with some kind of blade in hand. Jon had already draen his handgun, a 50 cal. longarm shooter aptly named "wristbreaker",cand fired at the one descending on the tiger. Sure enough, the vamp wound up with his arm blown off at the shoulder, and Jon's gun fell from his broken wrist and limp hand. "Damn, missed his head." Jon slumped to the ground as his adrenaline rush subsided.

Jon lazily gazes at the tiger, wait. It was definately more than a tiger. In fact, that eye was quite familiar. Oww, oh god, can't forget throbbing pain. "Oww, oww. Well, you haven't eaten me yet, so i guess that's a good thing. I never did get your name before."

"I think I'll take curtain number one, Catherine Ascendence." Jon propped himself up off the ground and sitting against the wall of the building they were adjacent to. Jon slowly held up his broken wrist, taking care not to move it much. And it still hurt like hell.