The multiple locks snapped, the hinges busting apart, as the wooden door was kicked in. Edgar, huddled on the thin mattress, blinked against the bright light as the bulbs overhead lit up the dark cell.
"Hey man, what the hell?"
David swept into the room, walking over the remains of the door. "You. You got lucky and killed my friends. Killed Max, destroyed our perfect family. But you're no true vampire hunter."
Edgar sat up, backing against the wall, as the angry vampire advanced towards him. "I am too a vampire hunter! Multiple confirmed kills, man! We had witnesses!"
Revealing the wine bottle he'd carried into the room hidden behind his back, David shook his head slowly. "Vampire hunters don't let themselves get caught; they always self-sacrifice at the immediate sign of defeat. Every true hunter knows that, because their worst fear is being turned, enslaved by the vampires they seek to destroy."
Edgar held up his hands, still chained together by his wrists. "The little one tricked me! I didn't know he gave me blood to drink! It's not my fault!"
David laughed sardonically. "It's never your fault, is it, Edgar?" His arm shot out, his hand gripping tightly around the teenager's throat, pushing him hard against the wall. Edgar tried to push away David's arm but was hindered by the chains. His eyes rolled wildly in their sockets, looking around desperately for some means of escape, as the vampire knelt on the edge of the metal bed frame. David lifted the wine bottle, some of the liquid splashing onto Edgar's face.
"Say goodnight, Frog."