Edward tossed the glowing poker to the ground, ignoring the pain as the action pulled on his wounds. Stepping around the dead vampire he searched the house top to bottom, making sure that there weren't any stragglers. He'd never live it down if he'd killed a master vampire, but left his servant alive. Satisfied, he packed up his gear and left.
Later, Edward stood in front of the mirror in his bathroom assessing his wounds. There was an angry red line scorched into his flesh; a reminder to be faster when hot pokers are involved. Sighing he fingered the wound. Now I have to stop teasing Anita about her cross-shaped brand. He thought. Damn.