Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-26567397-20161120191253/@comment-24852191-20161201061124

Man: Tell me your names. So, that I might know the names of the ones who's blood I shall drink tonight.


 * I draw out "Kilishnikov" and aim it at the man with my right hand. I keep the Casull at my side in my left hand.

Me: Who the hell are you? What the hell are you? And, why are you here?


 * The man simply grins with a deviant smile.

Man: You don't know of my name?


 * He sighs slightly.

Man: I am one of the Nasferatu. I lie here in waiting for the one I created 40 years ago.


 * He looks back up with a devilish grin. He begins walking towards us, fangs bare.

Man: For two years, I have been here and I have become famished. I thirst for your blood.


 * I fire a round from "Kilishnikov". The massive 63 magnum slug plows through the man. Through the front and out the back. He keeps walking as though he didnt notice. I fire two more rounds that have litttle effect. I bring his Casull to bear. I pull the firing hammer back and fire the .454 round down range. It hits him and explodes in him. He stops, but only for a moment as he keeps coming.