John Soap MacTavish
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Soap walked up the stairs and stepped onto the porch when he felt a chill run down his spine. Immediately, he turned around, his mind expecting a vampire, his eyes seeing nothing.
He knew someone was there.
“Show yourself!” He yelled, his hand slipping into his pocket to grab a stake, the one he always kept on him. Even on his off days, he kept it close to him. “Show yourself and die, vampire.”