“Stay back, spawn!” Mischa gripped his stake a little higher, staring at the creature huddled in the little patch of shade beside the wharf.

This vampire would be easy to kill. If it braved the noonday sun trapping it in the shadows of the pier, it’d kill itself before he would need to intervene.

He grinned, taking no small amount of satisfaction at his actions. He’d see this vampire dead within the hour.