It had been a month since Chedder Villiage. I'd packed my bags and moved to London. I knew some old friends there. People to get me on my feet. People to help me get revenge. And blood.I knew something changed. I knew what I needed. I was a Vampire and a city full of people is a great place for... What am I thinking. I'm not a monster. I won't do that. I just...and something silenced me, a heartbeat. Strong and powerful. A smell so sweet and tasty. Yes there was good blood here blood that..
I shook my head. Trembling I continued down the street.

I put some coloured contact lenses on and kept my mouth as shut to hide my teeth. Fangs and eyes hidden I walked into Joe's little workshop. Joe was a black market Guns trader. He made automatic weapons and sold them off to gangs. He was a pretty smart guy, considering that he escaped the cops so many times. When we finally got him our Captain decided his skills where wasted in a jail cell and he almost instantly became our new Gun mechanic. He was hunched over a bench making a shewn off shotgun. I walked up behind him.

"Hey Joe, aren't those illegal"

He jumped and nearly hit his head on his lamp.

"Jesus I didn't even hear you come in." His heart was beating like mad. A muscle under my eye twitched.

"Have you made it?" I asked leaping straight to the point.

"Yep and it's one my best yet, .60 caliber, heavily rifled, semi or fully automatic, 30 centimetres long in total, and a gel padded arm brace cos' without that your arm is gonna snap like a twig." His eyes had misted over "It's got a kick like a mule and makes a noise like an artillery shell going off by your ear, it puts a hole the size of a basketball in the targets I set up, using normal bullets. And with those bullets I made." He stopped talking and his eyes showed pure bliss. Then he refocused on me.

"Why silver bullets, you hunting vampires or something." I just smiled.

"something like that"

"anyway about those bullets, pure silver tips, on the end of a hollow point bullet, and just in case the hollow point isn't enough there is a small explosive charge within the silver tip. Real beauties, sad, I could only make two clips, the others I made are standard bullets all alloyed with some silver I found, not high content but still there." He opened a desk drawer and pulled out the gun in question. It was massive, never in my life had I seen a pistol that big, I could stick my thumb down the barrel and still have room for my index finger. It was glossy black and reeking with evil intentions. I felt my mouth drop open. I quickly shut it before Joe could spot my fangs.

"It's good isn't it." Understated Joe, "wanna try it?" He gave me a pair of earplugs. I put them in and followed him to his little basement. He had the walls soundproofed. There was a target at the other end of the room. There were a pieces of others on the floor. He had some sort of mechanical arm set up on the ground aiming at a standing target. He grinned sheepishly at me.

"I was too scared it would break my arm when I fired it."

I shook my head sadly and grabbed the gun off him. It felt really light. Although I could tell it probably wasn't, mostly from of the stunned look Joe was giving me.

"That thing weighs in at 12 kilograms and your holding it in one hand."

I just shrugged. The arm brace fit snuggly over my arm but looked really dumb, I'd have to get rid of it. Raising my hand I took careful aim at the target. I pulled the trigger put nothing happened. No massive bang, no speeding bullet. I looked at Joe, he held a clip in his hand.

"load it first, and the safety catch" he shook his head sadly, "You call yourself a cop, these are normal bullets I'm afraid, don't want to waste the silver bullets." I slid the clip in and unlatched the safety. I aimed at the target again and squeezed the trigger. A noise like thunder filled the room and I was momentarily blinded by the muzzle flash. The recoil made the gun jump up towards my face, even with my new strength and reflexes. My eyes readjusted. The targets head had been totally blown off. Joe had a stupid grin on his face and his hands over his ears.

"here flick this switch" I flicked it, I had a feeling I knew what was going to happen next. I braced my self and pulled the trigger. The gun spat bullets out bullets like a hose, holding it as tight as I can I only just managed to keep it steady. The clip ran dry in two seconds flat. Even in the soundproofed room the echo's took a while to die down. There was nothing left of the target except a sad little piece of torso. Joe was laughing like a maniac.

"I think I'll take it."