Scaramouche is the fifth generation vampire hunter in his family and its a tradition he must uphold. so here he is at 3 am in a graveyard but at the old part

noises surround him, he can't tell which direction the noises are coming from until he's distracted momentarily and he's pinned down. he grunts as he looks up seeing the vampire on top of him holding him down "Oh? i thought it's rude to play with your food" he grins, clearly not giving a shit he might be bitten