I walked into the bar and everyone turned to look at me.
I walked towards the bartender and sat down nearby.

"Can I help you?" He asked.
"I'll take a whisky." I replied.

The bartender walked off to retrieve the drink when suddenly, I felt a gun pressed to the back of my head.

"I knew you'd come if I was here." I said.

"This is my turf, what did you expect?" Vincent replied with cold indifference.

"Can't a man get one last drink?" I asked in my usual southern drawl.

"That's what the vampire said before he drank the blood of my brethren. I'm not giving you that chance." He said as he kept his gun in place before the bartender arrived with my drink. My smirk bacame wider as I brandished my fangs.

Don't get me wrong, I like me a cold glass of whisky, but when I drink the blood out of a drunkard, it tastes that much sweeter. I can sense Vincent put his finger on the trigger.

"Wanna bet?" I asked jokingly before everyone in the bar cocked their guns and pointed them at me, except the bartender.

"NO!" Everyone yelled in unison. They are well aware what I'm capable of. It was amusing the first time around, now it was just boring.

"Bottoms up." I declared before I chugged the beer like a man would normally drink. After I drank up to the last drop of my whisky, I let out a loud belch.

So he shot me.

Right after I drank my shot.

RUDE!

"HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE!?" Vincent fumed, I stood up after I dusted off the gun powder out of my sandy hair and turned to look at him.

"So that's how it's gonna be." I commented. Vincent shot me multiple times. Bullet holes on my blue plaid shirt, brown tassled jacket and on my favorite belt buckle. This belt buckle was a family heirloom that was made by my great-grandfather way before I got bit. "What a shame Mr. McPretty, I was hoping that we would be in-laws, especially after I took your daughter's hand."

"I won't let you lay a hand on my daughter! Over my dead body!" Vincent declared.

"Well that can be arranged." I said before I dodged the bullets of every gunslinger in the bar before I bit Vincent's head off. Sorry Betty, but I won't let your daddy interfere with my plans. I'll make my mark in this town and on your skin whether you like it or not.

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Author's Note: Thank you MsPizzaGirl for getting Ruben (the editor of Auctor) to accept your prompt. This story is especially made for you. A virtual hug and kiss for you, my lovely little pizza pie!

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