"Why do they always gotta pull guns?" lamented Vinny as he just kept smoking his cigarette like there was nothing wrong at all in the world. "Piece of advice, sweeite - there are bigger an' badder things that go bump in the night. That gun ain't gonna keep them from hurting you."
With that, Vinny threw his cigarette down and ground it out with the toe of a steel toed boot. He then stepped out of the shadows, though they still seemed to cling to him, tendril fingers of darkness reaching out to grasp at his clothing and hair.
Vinny gave a too-sharp smile, letting the length of one of his canines show in his smirking smile. "We got a group of people that I suspect have a vampire with them - believe it or not. They seem to think I'd make a good snack for the mothersucker."
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