Disclaimer: "Blood: The Last Vampire" is owned by Production I.G. This story is loosely based on the movie owned by Pathé. The character "Lewis" is mine.
Tokyo, 1970:
Below the city, in the subways, a train was riding. One particular wagon carried only two men. One of them was a local, reading the newspaper, while the other was western, and was pacing around nervously. Every now and then, he shot a look at the Newspaper-man, but looked away almost as quickly. He kept doing this, until one moment, when the Newspaper-man actually looked back. Doing so, the Westerner had no other choice but to keep looking at him. He was told that if he kept staring at them long enough, he'll eventually see... "it", whatever "it" is. The Newspaper-man didn't know what to think of the Westerner. Given Japan's history with the west, it may be the case that the Westerner had the worst of intentions with him. He started to get a panic attack, at which point he got up, slowly, so to not seem too intimidated. But as he had his back turned to him, he heard a clicking sound. The click of a gun. The Newspaper-man didn't need to turn around to know that the Westerner was holding a gun at him. Knowing this, he started to make a run for it. The Westerner shot once, but missed. He ran after the Newspaper-man, shot five more times, but missed each time. The gun he used was a six-shooter, which as the name implied could fire only six bullets. Given that the Newspaper-man already knew the Westerner was there, he won't give him much, if any time to reload. The chase continued, until the Newspaper-man reached a dead end. He turned, only to see that the Westerner was still behind him. The Newspaper-man looked around him. He noticed that one of the train's poles wasn't securely screwed. He pried it loose, and decided to use this iron bar as a weapon. Holding it like an ancient Roman soldier would hold a lance, he charged towards the Westerner, screaming at the top of his lungs. The Westerner, in turn, almost didn't know what to do. Realizing in time that his gun was useless, he stepped aside so the iron bar wouldn't hit him, and in his turn, he managed to punch the Newspaper-man in the face. The latter dropped the bar, which the Westerner then picked up. Still hoping for a last itch efford, the Newspaper-man screamed, ready for attack. However, doing so only gave the Westerner ample time to raise the iron bar and shove it through the man's mouth. The Newspaper-man's back of his head exploded as the bar exited through there, after which the man fell down, his blood slowly leaving his body. Exhausted, the Westerner sank down in the nearest seat he could find.