The Vampire and the Vigilante

My master once ruled over a great castle,

a fortress mighty.

My master has never felt the sun,

but it is our kind,

the creatures of the light from which he draws life.

And from which he must feed.

That's where a girl like me comes in.

A member of an age-old sisterhood,

bestowed with the gift to invoke desire within

the hearts of mortal flesh, to lure it.

As so it has always been our duty,

to capture human creatures, to fuel the lords of the night.

Just give me the damn file.

What are you going to do when you find him, Gabriel?

That guy is a stone killer at the top of his game.

Oh, is that why your people let him go?

We didn't let him go.

The judge did, but don't worry,

a mother fucker like that will do something else

and be back in jail next week.

Let me ask you something.

How many more innocent people are going

to suffer before you catch him again?

How many more innocent people are going to suffer so

you can obey your little man-made laws?

How many people are going to die just to make you feel righteous?

Cops aren't vigilantes.

We can't just go around killing people.

The judge had to follow the letter of the law.

That judge is following the letter of

the law written by corrupt politicians and sleazy lawyers.

They don't care.

They don't. But I'll tell you someone who does.

The innocent girl who's going to be his next victim.

I'm sorry to tell you this, but I don't think you can handle

this type of thing anymore, Big Daddy.

Give me the damn file and let me do what I do. Come on.

I'd rather see you in a retirement

home than a morgue, and a morgue is just where

you're going to end up if you go after this guy.

Well, you'll just have to let me worry about that, okay?

You got less days ahead of you than you have behind you.

You want to focus your life on killing?

I am a trigger man.

It's what I do best, and you know that.

That was a long time ago. Let the law handle criminals.

You know, I didn't want to have to play

this card, but-- but you owe me, baby girl.

Okay, Mr. Knight in shining armor.

Just promise me you'll think about this good and well,

at least through one bottle of that shit you drink.

I promise.

You know what?

You're going to get drunk and forget all about this anyways,

but if you get yourself killed...

It's not your fault.

Hi, can I get a gin and tonic, please?

Well, ma'am, I'd like to buy that drink for you.

What?

If you're single, respectfully.

Why?

Well, if you're not waiting for anyone or married, I...

I guess I find you attractive

and I'd like to get to know you better.

-My name's Gabriel. -No, sorry.

I don't want to get to know you, sir, like at all.

How old do you think I am?

-Sorry, forgive me for being-- -I said, leave me alone.

Damn.

Hey guys, getting a little loud over here.

Everything all right?

I'm just trying to have a drink.

I apologize.

Who let him out of the old folks' home anyway?

Come on, he apologized.

Duty and honor beckon, my dear.

We'll have to finish this tomorrow.

Make sure you wear your hair the same way

tomorrow so I can continue the sketch.

Tori!

Did you hear that?

It sounded like a rifle.

Looks like another hunter.

He's alone.

, just above the snow line.

Miss, you lost?

Do you hablo ingles, señorita?

Do you need help?

Sh-- Should I go get some help?

The call, my lord.

Does the sun still hold the sky?

Yes, you must shield yourself as his lordship's banquet awaits.

Another hunter of forest beasts, Percival?

Yes, my lord, as it ever is.

Find the conveyance that brought him to this place.

Hide it.

Make sure that it is not where it may be found.

As always, your lordship. No one will look for it here.

Only it's legs are broken.

The blood goes unspoiled, master.

You serve me well, my children.

However, I tire of the taste of such creatures.

How may we be of better service?

You are to fetch me a corrupt peasant.

A sinner, but a-- a beautiful creature.

I charge thee.

I have the urge to delight in the flesh

as well as the blood, huh.

- Thy will be done. - You go now.

Find me just such a creature.

Aw, I love it.

Was it Grandma's?

Yes, it's been a decent birthday so far.

No, Grandpa, I don't have anyone special.

Just you.

Don't worry.

I'm headed to the bank as soon as I hang up

and I will get your medications paid for today.

Yes, I already tried it on and it's-- it's beautiful.

Thank you.

Okay.

I love you.

Make sure you listen to the nurses.

Okay. Bye.

Your worthless boyfriend stole my money again.

What?

I told you not to leave cash around.

I don't have a choice, remember?

When he stole my debit card the last time,

they had to close my account.

You know what? I'm calling the cops.

No. You better not.

Please.

What's all the yelling?

Where's my money?

-Did you take her money? -No.

Yes, you did.

Well, if I did, it would be like reparations.

You know, time you little miss white girl started paying

for the years of white privilege.

My what?

I work to pay my bills, okay?

I don't get government aid for a school

I don't even go to like you do.

Like both of you do.

You think stealing is fair?

You know, I love it when I hear people with a history

of owning slaves telling others what they consider fair.

She was never a slave and I was never a slave owner.

And you, you pasty white piece of shit,

you better give me my money back.

He doesn't have your money.

But I'll get it back to you.

But the rent is already due.

And my grandpa, he needs his medications paid for today.

Wait, are you willing to lose your only friend over money?

I lost my friend the day she let her boyfriend

-turn her into a whore. -Don't you say it.

He turned you into a whore

to pay for the drugs you two love so much.

She's a sex worker, you judgmental bitch.

Her body, her choice.

Fuck you, bitch. I spent your money.

And fuck your white male patriarchy grandpa too.

No!

Come in.

I said come in.

Hello, I'm Tori.

Can I help you?

I'm here to offer you a thousand dollars

for your services on behalf of my employer.

I'm not a whore.

And the whore you're looking for, she just left.

Or should I say, sex worker.

Forgive me.

What bad timing.

This is the address I was given

and patience isn't one of my employer's virtues.

I'm willing to offer more should it be required.

Some high roller was going to pay that much

for sex with Tina?

That revolting practice?

Ew, no.

My client only wishes for the company of a youthful beauty.

He's a natural voyeur.

No sex.

Why doesn't he just go to a titty bar?

My employer is an elderly gentleman

who prefers the privacy of his own home.

A dirty old pervert, huh?

I beg your pardon.

My master is a decent, cultivated man of the world.

I don't suppose you'd be willing to accept?

What?

No.

And if the amount were raised to say, 3,000?

Definitely generous.

But I can't.

Wait.

Wait.