"I see you were counting on overconfidence on my part?" the apprentice said with a smirk. The hunter didn't reply, instead he looked to the bed, and then back to the apprentice in amazement. The Vampire laughed diabolically. "Surely… if you were fooled by such a simple Domination, I'm amazed that you succeeded in destroying your previous victim. Ah, but where are my manners. Sebastian LaCroix, at your service. I'm sure you'll forgive me for not shaking your hand?"
The hunter's face contracted. "Fiend!" He spoke with a thick German accent. "Vhezher you kill me or not, your kind shall burn in ze fires of Hell!"
The Vampire chuckled. "Doubtless. And when I confess my crimes, who shall I say that I have shot in cold blood?"
"If you decide to shoot me, foul creature, tell ze demons it vas ze blood of Friedrich Bach zat clinks to your hands! Zat you have made him a martyr and sent him straight to Heaven!"
"Heaven, you say?"
"Indeed! And ve shall meet again, vhen Chtuchment Day comes and ze forces of Hell shall be crushed, by ze righteous fist of ze Lord!"
"We'll see about that, shall we? For now you appear to be on the side of the losers," LaCroix said flatly. He raised his rifle and shot Bach through the head. A blast rent the silence and Bach's brains splattered against the wall, the stake fell to the ground and his body collapsed on top of it. LaCroix calmly took the empty shell from the smoking rifle and discarded it. "If your God loves you so much, you should ask yourself why he has let you die this way."
The sound of the shot had brought servants running, and one of them crashed into the room, wide-eyed and in night clothing. The servant gasped at the sight of the dead body on the ground and the red and gray blast against the wall.
"Clean this up," LaCroix said simply. "I shall retire in the guest room."