I walked into the bar and everyone turned to look at me. It was nerve racking but playing it cool was the best option here.

I walked towards the bartender and sat down nearby.

"Can I help you?" He asked.

"I'll take a whiskey." I replied

The bartender walked off to retrieve the drink when suddenly a felt a gun pressed to the back of my head. Again, I tried to play it cool but inside I was panicking my heart out. The gun cocked.

"I knew you'd come if I was here." I said. I turned around in my chair to face the armed man.

"Haven't you seen the posters? Here comes my thousand dollars." He said.

"Thousand dollars?" I turned my head to the left. There it was. A bounty. My bounty with my face expertly drawn on it. My eyes were the same football shape as usual, the scar above my mouth, and every other tiny detail from my hair to my neck. Below my face was my name. Micheal Stewart was written in thick black letters. I looked further down the bounty.

'WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE, REWARD: $1,000'

I turned around to face the man who had the gun. Instead, I was greeted by a mean punch in the face. My reflexes kicked in and I kicked him in the stomach as I stumbled backwards.

"You're going to pay for all the crimes you have committed." He said.

Even though I had given up on terrorist bombing a year ago, people were still after me. The police of this town never caught me even after I quit.

"When was that? I'm surprised you actually found me. Usually the police aren't able to."

"Yeah, but I'm not part of the force. My brother was killed from something. We still don't know what it is but there were teeth marks on the left side of his neck."

"If that's how you see it, you can go join him if you want." I said.

And without warning, I bit him on the neck with my vampire fangs.