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Filip squeezed his eyes shut and waited for the bullet to end his life, but it never came. He opened his eyes, cautiously, to see his attacker staring at his gun in disbelieve.

"I told you." Then a man appeared. It seemed that he just melted right out of the shadows! He seemed to be exactly Filip's height, maybe a little taller, but not much. He had blond hair that reached just above his shoulders. His bowler hat defied gravity! Wait. What, the fuck. How does that even happen?! Maybe he glued it to his head... A tinkling was then heard as mysterious man threw a small object at the man. It was a bullet.

The stranger started to walk towards the man. "Give me your gun." he simply stated. The man did as he was told and shakily gave him the gun. The mysterious man snatched the gun away and threw it behind his shoulder.

"Now get out of my site, you disgust me." His attacker then quickly got up and scrambled away.

"Now it's time to kill you." His a savior said. But he wasn't a savior anymore apparently.

Filip got up and closed his eyes again. Then he heard some laughing. He, once again, opened his eyes and saw the man hunched over as he laughed at ... him. I failed.

"Dude, I was just joking!" The man said after he was done laughing. "My names Costel by the way"

"Filip. Filip Raev." Filip told him. Wait, why was I giving him my name!? He could be some rapist. Or a stalker. Or a murderer...

"That's a weird name. Raev. Well, do you want to go get some coffee or something then?"

"Well, Costel isn't exactly not weird either," he retorted,"But sure.

*Time Skip*

Well, that wasn't what he had expected. It took them like an hour to find a coffee place for some reason. Apparently none of them were "good enough" for Costel. So they just wondered around till they found one.

There, he heard almost EVERYTHING about the man. He never shut up! Filip learned that he was from Romania originally, but came to America about five years ago. He also learned that the man was a coffee addict. So after two hours of hell, they departed. Costel had also given him his number. "This was fun, let's do this again sometime," he said. Yeah, because almost being murdered for some reason in an alley was great fun.

He looked up at the name written on the paper up to the name on the hotel. This was it. Costel had also giving him the name of a hotel, since Filip was new to America and all.

So he went in, got a hotel room, and flopped down on the bed. Damn he was tired. He pulled out the letter from his pocket and reread it.

Dear Mr. Raev,

We have been notified from the American exorcists that there is an extremely dangerous vampire in the Washington D.C area. The only information we have is that is that he is a vampire, he is male, and extremely dangerous. Please 'take care' of him. We are counting on you.

~ Bulgaria's Head Quarters for Supernatural Exorcisms.


A/N: OK, so I hope that chapter wasn't too crappy... I don't really know :/ Anyways, please review and all that jazz, and hopefully, I'll see you again for chapter 3.