Prologue

The rancid smell of infected vampires filled his nostrils. It made my stomach queasy. They smelled like rotting meat. They were no better than zombies at this point, staggering along, and desperate for blood. The Hepatitis-V vampire closest to him gave a long, guttural groan, rushing forward at him.

He ran the other way.

No, he wasn't running away. He just needed some leverage to get the upper hand. He ran towards a tree and once there, at the base, he ran up it, flipping himself up, over, and behind the vampire that had so foolishly attacked him. His gun was heavy and sure in his hand and he shot the vampire twice in the chest on its left side. That assured its True Death and it burst into blood and organs.

He whipped around to face the other vampires. They acted reminiscent of a werewolf pack, rushing forward and taking positions around him. He took careful note of their position so he could begin.

He was surrounded by five vampires and perhaps he had a moment of premonition, but he guessed that two would begin the attack. They did, rushing at him from opposite sides. He ducked and rolled to the right, assuring that the vampires clashed into each other in the space he had just occupied. His previous recon let him know that another vampire would be a bit off to his right, so he spun, aimed and shot that vampire in the chest. The resounding splashing sound let him know his bullet had struck the right point.

The other two vampires had detangled themselves and were on the attack again. The first one swiped at him and he ducked, shooting it in the ankles, causing it to topple from destroyed tendons. Once it fell to the ground he planted his foot hard in its chest and shot it there. The foliage breaking underneath the other vampire's feet alerted him to how close it was. He spun around, firing into the vampire's chest.

Three remained.

Something seemed to click within them, that he was not one to be fucked with. They were wavering in their resolve, shifting from foot to foot. He made no signs of relenting, at least aiming his gun at each of them one time. Then just as suddenly as they appeared, they fled into the woods leaving the sound of whispering foliage behind them.

That was good considering his magazine was almost empty and he wouldn't have to reload mid battle. It was a pet peeve of his to do so, even though he was proficient at it he did not like to waste bullets on things that could be killed with a single shot. Something else was making itself apparent in that moment.

His stomach. That little exercise left him terribly hungry just now and he decided chasing the Hep V vampires could wait. He trekked out of the forest, retracing his steps back to his SUV he had parked on the side of the road. Once there he tucked his gun into the holster underneath his arm and got in the vehicle. It roared to life when he started it and he drove off heading deeper into Louisiana.

It took him 30 minutes to reach Bon Temps, his destination, and another 10 before he finally found somewhere he could eat.

Bellefluer's Bar and Grill.

He immediately put on his turn signal and turned into restaurant's parking lot.

A/N: Hello everyone, I hope you enjoyed that short prologue! This story is taking place after season 6 (oh what a season that was). I have a few stories bumping around in this head of mine, so I will try to get on an update schedule (I'll discuss that at a later date). Please read, review, and give CC. The pairings for sure at this point are OCxOC. I'm open to all questions and suggestions. See you at the first chapter guys!