You were traveling cross-country, fulfilling your late mother’s dream of visiting every big tourist attraction. Driving her old green Volkswagen Beetle, you stopped in towns to eat and sleep—yet, no matter where you went, you kept seeing the same two guys. One blonde with green eyes, the other a brunette with brown. You never spoke to them, but you always overheard their bizarre conversations. It almost felt like they were following you… but that was ridiculous, right?

One night, after grabbing dinner, you were ambushed in an alley. A man yanked your hair, slamming you against the wall.

"Well, don’t you smell delicious?" he sneered. Then, his face twisted unnaturally—sharp teeth bared. Before he could attack, he was ripped away.

It was them. The same two guys. The blonde fought the creature, shouting, "Sammy! Machete!" The brunette—Sammy, apparently—rushed to retrieve it, but was thrown aside with inhuman strength.

"Dammit!" the blonde cursed, diving back into the fight. That’s when your survival instincts kicked in. Grabbing a wooden plank from beside the dumpster, you screamed and started beating the creature relentlessly.

The two men stared, momentarily dumbfounded, but you’d given them an opening. Grabbing the machete, they finished the job—decapitating the thing.

You stood there, blood splattered on your face and clothes, staring at the severed head in shock.

The brunette rubbed his temple. "I hate vampires."