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[Matt Murdock]

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[Red_Robin77]

"It's all right, guys", Ray said to his teammates.
"They're the good guys."

The Ghostbusters lowered their weapons and eased their stances. Egon went back to scanning the area.

"So, I take it you all are here for the same reason we are?"

"If not, I'd be worried for you," I mutter as I look disdainfully at the snow by my feet.

"So, we gonna stand here and have ourselves a little mother's meeting, or are we going to go blast these things the hell out of here?" I grunt as I pull out my Samaritan.

I pull out six large bullets and load them into the gun, before sliding it back and look at the others.

 

[Catman_prb]

"I know Marlow," Angel muttered "He'll have found himself somewhere big to hold up with his lieutenants. Probably the town hall,"

He hefted his sword around to release the tension in his arm.

"Why is it always with the big brooding statements with you?" Buffy asked, frowning.

"I'm just saying, that's where he'll be. Maybe we should, y'know, go slay him or something," he said, rolling his eyes.

"Well that was implied," Buffy said "We have a group of people here with big weapons and a bad guy hanging out in the town,"

"Well maybe we should get on with it,"

"Maybe we should,"

"Perhaps we should just do this quickly and go our seperate ways," Angel said coolly. There was a pause for a second and Buffy sniffed haughtily.

"Yeah, well, maybe we should,"

The pair looked at the group, who were all looking around awkwardly, deliberately not staying at the bickering couple.

"Are we quite done with the domestics? Can we kill the big bad vampire now?"

 

[wiegeabo]

We walk down the cold dark streets, a hard wind whipping snow into our faces. The gun in my hand shakes from cold and fear. Everyone else though moves with that creepy government trained efficient that makes them almost as scary as the vampires.

All except for Indiana.

I can't believe the stuff the government has on this guy. Ark of the Covenant. The Holy Grail. Oh, crap! Aliens?! No freaking way. First vampires and now aliens! And there's huge gaps in this guy's file. Who knows what other crazy stuff he's seen and done.

"So, um, what other crazy stuff have you seen?"

"Shut it!" Casey somehow shouts, growls, and whispers all at the same time.

He stands with his back up against a wall and has us do the same. Then he makes some complicated hand motions which Sarah and Felix seem to understand. And now that's I'm actually listening, I can hear voices down the street.

I try to arm my gun, but my fingers don't want to move. Indiana grabs it from my hand and does it for me, giving it back. "Thanks. Maybe you should use it."

Suddenly Casey starts counting down with his fingers and everyone rushes out into the street, guns ready.

"Nobody...move?"

I've never seen Casey so confused. Okay, that's not true. But when I turn the corner, I can understand why.

There's a bunch of people standing in the street, some of the wearing hi-tech backpacks, all looking back at us with the same confusion. Except a couple of them aren't people. One looks like a fish, and the other one is pointing the biggest handgun I've ever seen at us.

"He's...he's really red..."

 

[Johnny Blaze]

"Egon", Ray asked as he and the Ghostbusters had their weapons trained on the newcomers.

"I'm not detecting anything vampiric", Egon stated as he scanned them with his PKEmeter.

"Look like Feds", Winston stated.
"And somebody who should know that the Wild West is long gone."

"Dr. Jones?"

Ray lowered his weapon and squinted as he looked at the final member of the group standing opposite them.

"Dr. Henry Jones Jr?"

 

[Carnage27]

Jones approached with the rest of his group and gave a slight nod to Hellboy. The two had worked together briefly in the past, and it was nice to know the BPRD was on this case.

"Egon", Ray asked as he and the Ghostbusters had their weapons trained on the newcomers.

"I'm not detecting anything vampiric", Egon stated as he scanned them with his PKEmeter.

"Look like Feds", Winston stated.
"And somebody who should know that the Wild West is long gone."

"Dr. Jones?"

Ray lowered his weapon and squinted as he looked at the final member of the group standing opposite them.

"Dr. Henry Jones Jr?"

Jones shuddered at his real name. He hated being a Junior.

"Please call me Indiana," he said putting out his hand, which he just noticed was covered with Vampire splatter. "Sorry about that."

Jones knew the man's face, but couldn't match up a name, "And you are?"

 

[Byrd Man]

The gunslinger remained silent as the two parties met up. He slowly holstered his guns as the conversaton began.

The two monsters appeared to be friendly, if such a thing was possible.

His eyes drifted towards the four men in uniform. The packs on their shoulders indicated they were journeymen, yet they held wands like wizards.

He also gave a look at the trio of young people. The stench of the undead was all around them. Either they were vampires, or had put many of them down.

The gunslinger thought all this, but did not say a word. As a stranger in this new world, his job was to stay silent and observe.

When the time came to speak and act, he would indeed be ready. As only a gunslinger can be.

 

[Johnny Blaze]

Jones approached with the rest of his group and gave a slight nod to Hellboy. The two had worked together briefly in the past, and it was nice to know the BPRD was on this case.



Jones shuddered at his real name. He hated being a Junior.

"Please call me Indiana," he said putting out his hand, which he just noticed was covered with Vampire splatter. "Sorry about that."

Jones knew the man's face, but couldn't match up a name, "And you are?"

"Dr. Raymond Stantz, at your service", Ray said with a smirk.
"But you can call me Ray. These are my associates, Dr. Egon Spengler, Winston Zeddemore, and Dr. Peter Venkman."

"I'm sure you've heard of us", Peter said smugly.
"We're the world renowned Ghostbusters, the heroes of New York City."

"Well...what he said", Ray said as he tried to disregard Peter's smug tone, "we're the Ghostbusters. A group of paranormal investigators and hunters specializing in the apprehension and destruction of evil spirits and undead."

 

[Catman_prb]

"Doctor Henry Jones Jr.?" Angel asked, grinning and reaching forwards to shake the man's hand.

"That'd be me," the archeologist said warily.

"I served with your father during the war," Angel said "We lost touch afterwards,"

The vampire turned and looked at the cowboy. His stance showed...steel. Oh this was going to be bad.

"And who're you?" he asked with a forced joviallity in his voice.

 

[Catman_prb]

"Where are they?" Randall Flagg asked.

The priest rolled his eyes and chose to ignore him.

"I asked you a God-damned question," the man in black growled.

The priest raised an eyebrow.

"Please try and refrain yourself. It's most undignified,"

"I'm undignified? You're reduced to crawling around in a sack of water and calcium,"

"Yes, but I can change. You my old friend, are stuck like that,"

"Don't play games with me, Yellow Eyes. I'm tired of skinning hunters for nothing,"

"And what do you want?"

"My favour returned,"

 

[Carnage27]

"Dr. Raymond Stantz, at your service", Ray said with a smirk.
"But you can call me Ray. These are my associates, Dr. Egon Spengler, Winston Zeddemore, and Dr. Peter Venkman."

"I'm sure you've heard of us", Peter said smugly.
"We're the world renowned Ghostbusters, the heroes of New York City."

"Well...what he said", Ray said as he tried to disregard Peter's smug tone, "we're the Ghostbusters. A group of paranormal investigators and hunters specializing in the apprehension and destruction of evil spirits and undead."

Ghostbusters. Of course.

"Nice to meet you, Ray. I've heard a lot about your work."

He then looked at Venkman from behind his fedora, "Don't be so cocky. I could tell you stories that would make the rest of your thinning hair fall out."

Indy smiled to himself.

"Doctor Henry Jones Jr.?" Angel asked, grinning and reaching forwards to shake the man's hand.

"That'd be me," the archeologist said warily.

"I served with your father during the war," Angel said "We lost touch afterwards,"

My father? This kid is no older than thirty.

Indy shook the man's hand, yet gave him a wary look, "How is that even possible?"

Just then, Venkman spoke up, "Listen everybody I'd love to continue this little tea party, but we're another kind of a living buffet...don't you think we should ya know...get moving?"

 

[Byrd Man]

The vampire turned and looked at the cowboy. His stance showed...steel. Oh this was going to be bad.

"And who're you?" he asked with a forced joviallity in his voice.

"The time palaver will come later. For my story is long and will not be easy to tell. For now, if a name will suffice, you may call me Roland Deschain, son of Steven and last gunslinger of Gilead, if ya kennit."

Just then, Venkman spoke up, "Listen everybody I'd love to continue this little tea party, but we're another kind of a living buffet...don't you think we should ya know...get moving?"

As he had shown countless times, the big guns that rested at the gunslinger's hip appeared in his hands with uncanny speed. He held his birthright tightly in hands as he scanned the group with his steely blue eyes.

"I agree with the shaman. The longer we stay still, we make it that much easier for enemies to ambush us."

 

[Johnny Blaze]

"Yeah, Peter's right", Ray said as he took out a cigarette and lit it.
"We need to get out of the middle of the road and plan our move."

"What we need to do is find out who's running this little party and shut him down."

"Winston's right", Egon chimed in.
"If we can find the master of this vampire clan, killing him might be the best way to stop them."

"A good idea, Egon, but where to find him though", Ray furrowed his brow in thought.

 

[wiegeabo]

"Or," Casey says, loudly interrupting, "we can be happy with the fact that we're still alive, go to the airport where Dr. Jone's plane is waiting, and get the hell out of this frozen death trap."

"Casey, don't make the red guy with the really big gun mad..."

"Shut up, Bartowski." Casey steps forward, gun in hand. "I don't know who the hell you people are. Frankly, I couldn't give a rat's ass. But we just lost a team of Federal agents a few hours ago, and I'd like to fly back home, report in, and have the air force bomb the **** out of this place."

Casey tightens his grip on the gun. "Any of you gotta problem with that?"

 

[wiegeabo]

Let's go to the graveyard, and light some candles, and say these spooky magic words. Come on, it'll be fun!

Stupid kids and their stupid fun. Teenagers should be out getting laid, not accidentally conjuring pissed off spirits at a graveyard. Of course, that happened about twenty years ago, and those teenagers are dead. Because the ghost killed them.

And now, every year, on the anniversary of the spirit being murdered, he comes back and kills whoever is in his graveyard. And now it's this bunch of kids, Sam, and me.

But at least these teenagers were out trying to get some.

"GO! GO! GO!" I shout. "Get them out of here!"

"No, I'm not gonna to leave you," Sam yells back as we run through the woods.

"Don't start getting soft on me. Get them across the road, I'll hold it off."

Sam looks ahead at the kids we're trying to save. Conjuring a spirit in a graveyard. Freakin' genius.

We hear the slobbering yells of anger behind us, the snapping of twigs and branches as the spirit gives chase. I veer right as everyone else veers left. "Dean!"

"Would you just go!" I fire a blast into the woods. The sounds of of the spirit change as it starts chasing me instead of the others. Sam and I look at each other for a moment, I start to wonder if this was such a great idea. We start running again.

"Sam!"

He stops. "What?!"

"...you better get your ass back here pronto." Sam nods and disappears into the woods.

"DIE!"

I bring my shotgun up as I spin around. "Oh sh-!" BLAM

The rock salt blows the spirit apart. It'll only buy me a minute until it can reform. The smart thing to do would be to get across the road. Graveyard spirits are stuck in their graveyard. And this one only shows up once a year. I could get across the road, head back to the motel, down some Jack, and pass out until morning. Then come back hear with Sammy and burn the bastards remains in the nice safe day. Bye, bye ghost.

Problem is, some other dumb ass kids might show up. Or maybe the night custodian. Which means I have to do the whole hero shtick and take care of this right now before someone gets killed. Like me.

"...aw, hell." I push myself up and start running back towards the graves.

Even as I'm running back to the graves, I'm actually hoping the spirit is still chasing me. Better me than Sammy and the kids. I'm also hoping they've already reached the road, because that means I'd have some backup while looking for the ghost's grave.

And then I see all the graves.

"Oh, come on...!" This is a small town. How can there be this many graves?!

I do the only thing I can, and start going down the rows, reading tombstones, looking for the only one that matters.

I hear a twig snap behind me, bring my shotgun up as I spin around. BLAM

Thud. "Ow! Dammit, Dean."

"Sammy?"

"Geez, I'm glad we don't actually load these things with live shells." Sam grabs my hand and I pull him.

"Oh, stop your whining and help me find the bastards grave."

Sammy gives me one of those looks of his before taking the next row and searching with me. I reload my shotgun. Good, two of us. It'll only take us a week to find the grave now.

"DIE!"

"Down!"

I drop and Sammy blasts the sucker back to oblivion.

"Dammit! This'll take forever. We need a real plan." Sammy gives me a confused look. "What?!"

He shrugs. "You actually want a plan."

"...shut up." Sammy chuckles and we keep looking.

It takes half an hour and two dozen shotgun shells filled with rock salt to finally find the spirits grave. It takes another half hour and two dozen shells to dig the grave up.

My shovel finally hits something solid with a dull thud. "About time. How many shells we got?"

Sam digs in his pockets. "Um...two inside and...two left."

"Fandamntastic." I grab the crowbar and hammer and start prying.

BLAM

I drop on the coffin. "Sorry. One inside."

"Frackinblagginmmghfhnnfhhhgmfmghhf..."

"What?"

"You don't want to know!" The coffin lid pops and I lift it open. "Ugh...that's never good." I pull myself up from the hole and Sam starts pouring the lighter fluid in.

"DIE!"

"Oh, sonuva-Light 'em up!"

The spirit rushes us and Sammy lights up the match book and tosses it in the grave.

"RAAAAGGHHHAAA-" The ghost evaporates just before it gets to me.

I let go a breath I didn't know I was holding, and Sam sits on the grass, looking into the fire. I glance down at him, then the flames.

"I need a drink."

 

[Catman_prb]

Shadows flittered in the pale and dying lamplight. After the second, Angel looked around at the abandonded houses that surrounded them. Some shady figures were clearly defined in the windows and doorways.

"They're here," Angel said, hefting his sword up above his shoulder.

"How did they know where we are?" Buffy asked.

"We've been standing in the street chatting for the last god knows how long" Angel growled, the adventurers automatically drawing into a circle.

A rock smashed into the lamp, shattering the glass and sending shards down on top of the group. It went black.

December 31st, 1799

"Angelus, darling, do let us celebrate the new century with a bang," Darla purred, leaning her head on the vampire's arm.

"Of course my love," Angelus said, grinning sinfully at two pretty young maids who wandered past.

"Where has Marlow got to?" the blonde monster asked, pouting playfully as she pretended to look around the street for their erstwhile companion.

"If he's ripped any more people apart in broad daylight," Angelus growled, his dark eyes glinting as he searched through the pitch black street.

"You'll what, my dear brother?" the bald, bearded vampire said, sliding out of the shadows, bloody glittering in his beard.

"You bloody fool Marlow, if you've brought Holtz down upon us-" Angelus began, his teeth bared, before there was the sound of horses whineying.

The town guards walked through the street, blocking off either end. Holtz was behind them, close to self satisfaction as his horse trotted around, waiting for the vampires to pounce. Angelus rolled his eyes.

"Run," he said dully.

Now

"Hello dear brother!"

 

[wiegeabo]

Shadows flittered in the pale and dying lamplight. After the second, Angel looked around at the abandonded houses that surrounded them. Some shady figures were clearly defined in the windows and doorways.

"They're here," Angel said, hefting his sword up above his shoulder.

"How did they know where we are?" Buffy asked.

"We've been standing in the street chatting for the last god knows how long" Angel growled, the adventurers automatically drawing into a circle.

A rock smashed into the lamp, shattering the glass and sending shards down on top of the group. It went black.

"Lights!" Felix calls out. Everyone in our group switches on the lights attached to their guns.

I sort of wished they hadn't.

All around us are snarling and drooling vampires. We all group into a loose circle. I hear a series of high pitched whines from the Ghostbusters, and a loud click of the big red guy's gun. And the cowboy, I don't even see his hand move, but they were empty, now they aren't.

"Um...why aren't they attacking?"

One of the vampires slowly separates himself from the group and takes a few steps towards us.

"Hello dear brother!"

"Had to ask, didn't you, Bartaowski."

 

[Red_Robin77]

"He's...he's really red..."

"Well spotted, genius."

I listen in to the conversations as I pull out a cigar and light it, gleefully. I nod towards Dr Jones while the others try to make head or tail of what was going on.

"Or," Casey says, loudly interrupting, "we can be happy with the fact that we're still alive, go to the airport where Dr. Jone's plane is waiting, and get the hell out of this frozen death trap."

"Casey, don't make the red guy with the really big gun mad..."

"Shut up, Bartowski." Casey steps forward, gun in hand. "I don't know who the hell you people are. Frankly, I couldn't give a rat's ass. But we just lost a team of Federal agents a few hours ago, and I'd like to fly back home, report in, and have the air force bomb the **** out of this place."

Casey tightens his grip on the gun. "Any of you gotta problem with that?"

"You should have listened to your friend."

I make a few steps forward and blow a puff of smoke in the man's face, scornfully.

"I'm gonna be the first guy out of this damn place, but if you don't mind, I've got a job to do. So yeah. I've gotta problem with that."

Shadows flittered in the pale and dying lamplight. After the second, Angel looked around at the abandonded houses that surrounded them. Some shady figures were clearly defined in the windows and doorways.

"They're here," Angel said, hefting his sword up above his shoulder.

"How did they know where we are?" Buffy asked.

"We've been standing in the street chatting for the last god knows how long" Angel growled, the adventurers automatically drawing into a circle.

A rock smashed into the lamp, shattering the glass and sending shards down on top of the group. It went black.

As the various agents turn on the lights of their weapons, I aim my Samaritan at the lurking creatures. Abe instantly pulls out his dual pistols and I stand glaring at the snarling faces.

Now

"Hello dear brother!"

"Ah, jeez."

 

[NiteMare Shape]

"I know Marlow," Angel muttered "He'll have found himself somewhere big to hold up with his lieutenants. Probably the town hall,"

He hefted his sword around to release the tension in his arm.

"Why is it always with the big brooding statements with you?" Buffy asked, frowning.

"I'm just saying, that's where he'll be. Maybe we should, y'know, go slay him or something," he said, rolling his eyes.

"Well that was implied," Buffy said "We have a group of people here with big weapons and a bad guy hanging out in the town,"

"Well maybe we should get on with it,"

"Maybe we should,"

"Perhaps we should just do this quickly and go our seperate ways," Angel said coolly. There was a pause for a second and Buffy sniffed haughtily.

"Yeah, well, maybe we should,"

The pair looked at the group, who were all looking around awkwardly, deliberately not staying at the bickering couple.

"Are we quite done with the domestics? Can we kill the big bad vampire now?"

Spike pauses as he takes a stake from his trenchcoat, "Or we could all just sit around and let even more people get slaughtered while the two of you suss out your personal issues."

Both Angel and Buffy shoot Spike a look like daggers trhrough his heart.

"What? I'm just saying."

 

[Byrd Man]

Cabo San Lucas

I've got a bottle of tequila in one hand, cigar in the other as I look at the setting sun.

This is where we live when we're not on the job. Even though Mexico does extradite to the US, the locals here love us and we have a tendency to grease a couple of palms every now and then. The funny part of it is, the military would never think of looking for us in a tourist town. Sometimes, it's best to hide in plain sight.

I take a long sip of tequila as I continue to stare out at the setting sun.


Fort Bragg, North Carolina
August 2003

The shackles clank against my ankles and wrist as I walk into the brig's visitation room.

"Colonel Smith," the fat man with red cheeks says as I waddle into the room.

"You son of a *****."

Lieutenant Colonel Morrison was my superior officer when I was in special forces. The Bank of Baghdad heist was his idea. After the **** hit the fan, he denied all knowledge and that's why me and my team are rotting in jail.

"No need for hateful language, Hannibal," he says with a smile as he laces his fingers together.

"Sorry. But the last time we spoke, you did arrest me."

"How's the eye, by the way?" His eyes dart up at the bruising around my eye that's already starting to heal.

"John. The reason I'm here is to find out where the money is."

"You doing this on behalf of the Army, or just to get your cut?"

"Don't play games with me. You're going to be in here a long time, you talk about where the money is and you and your team get looked upon better when you're in front of the judge."

"Okay. I confess....it's in Iraq. In the desert, around those camels and palm trees."

WHAM!

His fat, meaty fist drives into my face. The blow made me cut my lip on my teeth.

"I'm not ****ing playing around, Hannibal. Tell me now, goddammit!"

"Okay...," I croak as the blood dripples down chin.

He leans in to listen.

"Go **** yourself, Morrison" I say as I spit bloody saliva in his face.

"Get him out of here!"

After being tossed out of the room and the infirmary patches up my lip, they throw me back in the hole with Murdock, Face, and B.A.

"What happened, Colonel?" B.A. asks as he looks out the holding cell window.

"I was graced by the Lieutenant Colonel's prescence."

"Is it what you think?" Face asks as he looks at my bloody lip.

"Oh, yeah. He wants the money. He's the one who set us up."

Murdock takes a long drag off a cigarette and blows the smoke out before saying anything.

"What do we do next, sir?"

"Today is Thursday and our trail starts on Monday, men. I plan to be halfway to Mexico by Saturday afternoon."


Now

"Senor Hannibal," the young Mexican boy cries out as he runs through the sand.

"What is it, Jorge?"

"Mister B.A sent me to find you. He says to come to his house right away."

I take another sip of the tequila before I put it away.

"Let's go."

Jorge leads me into town and to a small villa where the hulking man B.A. Baracas calls home.

Born Benjamin Andrew Baracas, B.A. was a promising prep football athelete that blew out his knee his senior year in high school. Not knowing what to do, he joined the army. I first met the man in 1997 when he was assigned to my unit.

"Colonel Hannibal, sir." he says as I enter the house. He salutes me and I return it.

"What's going on?"

"I checked the website today," Face says as he walks into the room with his hands in his pockets.

"Someone needs our help."

"The money good?"

"Oh, yes."

"Who's the client?"

"Have you ever heard of the Umbrella Corporation?"

 

[Carnage27]

"Hello dear brother!"

"Ah, jeez."

"I couldn't have said it better myself," Indy said as he hurled the axe in his hands towards one of the vampires, who wasn't quick enough to move out of the way. The blade cleaved its targets head clean off, the body of the vampire fell to its knees in a sickening thud.

Indy smiled to himself, maybe a bit too cockily, as the assembled vampires rushed the group of adventurers. Gunfire exploded in his ear as Hellboy unloaded the Samaritan, and Indy followed suite with his own revolver.

He looked up at the BPRD's main man, "So, Red, got any bright ideas for this one?"

 

[Byrd Man]

"I couldn't have said it better myself," Indy said as he hurled the axe in his hands towards one of the vampires, who wasn't quick enough to move out of the way. The blade cleaved its targets head clean off, the body of the vampire fell to its knees in a sickening thud.

Indy smiled to himself, maybe a bit too cockily, as the assembled vampires rushed the group of adventurers. Gunfire exploded in his ear as Hellboy unloaded the Samaritan, and Indy followed suite with his own revolver.

As the battle raged, the gunslinger remained silent as he leveled his big guns at a charging vampire, the words of his old teacher, Cort, ringing through his ears.

You do not aim with your hand. He who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. You aim with your eye.

Two small holes appear on the vampire's forehead as the back of his skull vaporizes from the bullets.

He ducks and turns, blowing away another undead monster behind him.

You do not shoot with your hand. He who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. You shoot with your mind.

The vampire, still alive, comes to a sliding stop at his feet.

He points the gun at the bloodsuckers head and squeezes the trigger.

You do not kill with your gun. He who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father. You kill with your heart.

The monster's head disappears in a bloody mist.

Wiping blood from his face, the gunslinger turns again and fires into the oncoming horde with cold accuracy.

 

[wiegeabo]

"I couldn't have said it better myself," Indy said as he hurled the axe in his hands towards one of the vampires, who wasn't quick enough to move out of the way. The blade cleaved its targets head clean off, the body of the vampire fell to its knees in a sickening thud.

Indy smiled to himself, maybe a bit too cockily, as the assembled vampires rushed the group of adventurers. Gunfire exploded in his ear as Hellboy unloaded the Samaritan, and Indy followed suite with his own revolver.

He looked up at the BPRD's main man, "So, Red, got any bright ideas for this one?"

Our group starts firing into the crowd, the bullets having just as little effect as they did in the facility. And then Dr. Jones takes a vampire down with the toss of an ax.

Casey sees this and notices the beheaded vampire actually staying dead. "Well why the hell didn't you tell me that works? Time to get some payback!" He lets his guns swing down by his side as he pulls his machete from its sheath. Why someone would carry a machete into Alaska? Well, it is Casey. He likes sharp things as well as things that go boom.

"Uh, actually, we did..."

He's already gone, yelling and slicing. Three vampires fall in just as many seconds as Casey goes to town.

"Holy-"

"CHUCK!"

"Wha-?!" Suddenly there's a huge hissing weight on top of me.

BANG

Both the vampire and I look down at the hole in its chest and the smoking gun I'm holding. Then it looks back at me like nothing's happened, and hisses again, bearing it's fangs...

And then the top of its head is gone in a hail of gunfire and Sarah kicks the thing off me. And it still crawls away!

"Oh god, oh god, oh god..."

"Fire in the hole!" Felix shouts. And a second later his grenade goes off, tossing half a dozen vampires into the air.

And they still keep coming...

 

[Carnage27]

-edit-

 

[Red_Robin77]

"I couldn't have said it better myself," Indy said as he hurled the axe in his hands towards one of the vampires, who wasn't quick enough to move out of the way. The blade cleaved its targets head clean off, the body of the vampire fell to its knees in a sickening thud.

Indy smiled to himself, maybe a bit too cockily, as the assembled vampires rushed the group of adventurers. Gunfire exploded in his ear as Hellboy unloaded the Samaritan, and Indy followed suite with his own revolver.

He looked up at the BPRD's main man, "So, Red, got any bright ideas for this one?"

"I say we smash their undead brains down to size!"

Angrily, I holster my Samiaritan to reload later and send my huge stone fist pumelling down into the top of a vampire's head, smashing it to the ground, before swinging it my fist around and knocking another to the side furiously.