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The Hunt Begins
The vampire bartender's face is slammed into the surface of the bar.

"We want to know who killed Branimer Kushner," the offending vampire said with a thick Czech accent. "We know he came to this bar."

Another vampire causally smoked a cigarette. Yes vampires didn't breathe, yes it was pointless, but he did it anyway. "Might as well tell us, friend." This vampire spoke with a hint of a Slovak accent.

"He was here! But he left! Some Greek guy came in, had a thrall bitch with him. Said he was looking for your guy!" the bartender squealed in a panic.

"A Greek vampire?" The Slovak pondered aloud.

The Czech ripped a piece of bar-stool off and pointed the tip above the bartender's head. "Tell us about them!"

"Okay, okay! He was kind of fleshy-colored, but he had the fangs and everything! Figured maybe he was a pureblood! Spoke with a heavy Greek accent, said he was part of a clan up where you guys operate! The girl was a short thing, really bright red hair, probably dyed! She called him Lance!"

"Lance? Sounds like a douche," the Slovak said with a shrug.

"Probably an alias. We have enough from this guy," the Czech replied.

"So..can I go?" the bartender asked.

The Czech and the Slovak glanced at each other before the Czech staked him. The Slovak chuckles once before chucking a match at the bar. The fire would slowly pick up until it reached the alcohol. The two casually strode out just as the bar went up in flames.