It has been a while since I updated! Holy crap. Don't worry, haven't forgotten about this!

I've been receiving a lot of complaints that I've neglected this. Its pissing you guys off.. And I'm so sorry! This is for you, you devoted readers. Its going to be a little short, but I promise you there's more to come. I was awaiting for another kickstart with this since I was stuck for a long time!

Fixed that problem. Alright, enough of my blah, blah, blah!

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RM 21

The rain fell with a vengeance with large heavy drops. Soaking everything within a matter of minutes and eliminated all the smells in the air and replaced them with a thick, fresh dampness. The sky lit up with blinding flashes of lightning. Illuminating the now powerless small town.

At least fifty frightening figures were visible for a fraction of a second just on the road leading into town. The town itself, was littered with countless others just waiting instruction or for Peter when he came. Looking like freakish monsters crawling along the roofs and walls of the buildings.

As soon as it was dark enough, Jerry pulled a desperate attempt at turning the whole town. Creating immediate vampires was very easy since he was constantly replenished of blood. It wasn't hard to move around since the sun had been beneath a thick cloud cover and the numerous places to hide were ridiculous.

Half the townsfolk had either died in the fight for survival or couldn't handle the change and died or were just used as blood bags to replenish Jerry during his murderous reign. So he had a ridiculous number under his command. Almost at least three hundred.

As long as he survived the night, then he would win.

He had sent a calling to alert others that Peter was coming. This rain didn't sit very well with Jerry. Made things a little difficult but he was more than ready and anxiously expecting the Vampire Hunter to come with everything he had. Jerry expected a battle at the least.

If Peter was coming, he was coming with a vengeance.

It was surprising to find that the damned fool was even alive and how he could have missed the scent of vampirism. Jerry didn't know if he could control him or not. If he couldn't then he would make Charley do it.

Before the rain started to fall, Charley told him what was coming. Every so often, the brat would break through the control and promised him deadly threats. The teenager was so bent on trying to stay himself.

Things were going to be easy Jerry figured. With Charley now within his control, as corny as it sounded, he would make things end quickly. He had the numbers and the centuries of defensive strategy to back him up.

He heard the sound of a loud boom in the far distance that echoed to nothing. He moved towards a window slowly and watched the area carefully. Another bolt of lightning lit the town. Bathing everything in a blinding white-purplish light that lasted no longer then a second.

"He's here. Like he promised..." Charley said faintly then gave a soft dark laugh, sounding like he was trapped in a daze as he sat on the floor. His clothes were bloody and torn, making the boy seem like he was chained to the floor.

"I was counting on it." Jerry looked over at him and smiled wickedly. Not feeling threatened at all.

"Let him come.. And I'll finish him like I did mommy and daddy." Jerry said with boredom in his tone.

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As the rain fell, he was quickly soaked and dripping with water. Running forward and began to pick up the speed as his feet pushed against the dark pavement. He was afraid but determined to at least try his hardest to get to Charley. Reaching into the bag, his fingers locked around the large bottle, pulling it out as he spotted the first wave of vampires running towards him.

That was a lot of vampires.

Peter flung the large two liter bottle of holy water into the air and raised the shotgun. Things seemed to slow down for him, just for a moment, as he pointed the nose of the gun towards the spinning bottle. Finding that aiming was much easier then it had been before for some reason.

Squeezing the trigger slowly, he barely felt the kickback as he fired off a round. Watching as the bottle exploded and sent holy water everywhere. Whatever vampires that were beneath it were about to have a rude awakening as the holy water meshed with the falling rain.

Cries of pain filled the air, along with his own as droplets hit his face. He smiled darkly suddenly as he rushed forward and started attacking. Taking advantage of them freezing and writhe in pain. Despite the agonizing pain he felt, he pushed forward. Pulling out a stake, he jumped while pulling his arm back to pierce as many in the heart as fast as he could. The ones guarding the road into town lunged forward and surrounded him.

He grew more afraid and started to swing his arms faster, using the butt of the shotgun to hit whoever came close to him to get a little more room then used the stake. As the panic fully set in, he felt a surge flow through him and his body seemed to know how to defend itself much better then before.

As he fought with a fury, the number of attacking vampires was dwindling quickly as they exploded into burning ashes. Peter really didn't know how many he killed before they backed off and fled with frightened cries.

Dropping to his knees as he panted heavily, trying to catch his breath and ease his terror he felt. Leaning on the shotgun as he dropped his head. Whatever wounds he had were healing. Starting to feel that he would be able to win this. Raising his head slowly and wiped his face, Peter forced himself to his feet and looked around to be sure they weren't coming back. He saw nothing. Taking that as his cue, he continued on.

"Ok.. That's.. That was easy.. That was easy.." He breathed to himself as he reached into the bag and pulled out a long thick dagger.

"Almost there Vincent.. Keep going..." He continued. Drawing in a breath, he forced himself to start rushing forward. Feeling the surge again as he got closer and closer to the town and saw more vampires coming towards him.

His eyes widened as he saw it was twice as many then minutes ago. As he got closer to the buildings, he started using them. Ripping parts off and used them as weapons to slow them down as he killed a few that were close to him. He was running low on energy now. Not sure how long he could keep up this fight.

An odd thought crept into his head as he leapt across a roof to the next one. This reminded him of those zombie games, but on hyper speed. And much more frightening.

Turning on the spot, he raised the shotgun and fired it off as quickly as he could until it only clicked. A few had either been severely wounded, or the modified bullets pierced their hearts and burned away. Not wasting any time, he turned and dropped to the ground as he smelt the air and started searching for Charley. He had no idea how many vampires were left, and no idea where they were coming from. As soon as he killed a few, the same number would return.

Looking over his shoulder, he almost wanted to give up then and there. There were so many vampires coming towards him from everywhere behind him. Skidding to a stop, he bared his fangs and growled as he was suddenly surrounded. Dropping the empty shotgun and the bag, he had the knife safely tucked into his coat. Flexing his clawed fingers slowly, he waited for them to attack. But nothing happened. His gaze shifted around quickly, not understanding why they were not attacking.

That was until he heard the dark laughter echoing through the air. Peter froze and slowly raised his eyes to the roof of the building he stood near. Jerry stood there looking down at him with a pleased expression. Dropping down and standing in front of him, Peter stood straight as he glared with hateful fear.

"I was really wrong about you Peter." Jerry said in full truth. "Your a lot stronger then I originally thought."

Peter didn't say anything, finding this to be lifting and yet very suspicious. He didn't stop his glare, but only intensified it with a low growl. Jerry smirked and started to walk around him. Inspecting Peter slowly with curiosity.

"Charley's little accident... Has turned into the greatest vampire killer in the world." Jerry said with surprise.

"You've managed to kill almost a hundred and ten of my vampires.. In a matter of forty five minutes. I'm actually impressed. Your Daddy couldn't even do that. But then again.. You cheated. Killing your own kind. Who does that." Jerry taunted with heavy words.

"Where's Charley you stupid fuck." Peter demanded with a calm tone despite his glare.

"Around.. Behaving like all little boys should." He replied with a careless shrug. "Charley is mine now.."

"Fuck you he is.." Peter snapped back at him and took a step forward. Jerry gave him an amused look as the tight circle of vampires got even tighter.

"Ah, ah. Easy Pete." Jerry said and slowly raised his hands.

Peter stopped and narrowed his eyes. Wanting to tear him apart so bad but couldn't do it just yet. Not with his army surrounding the two of them.

"Do you want to see him?" Jerry asked suddenly.

Peter faltered, then felt a sharp sting on the back of his head as he blacked out.

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TBC!