Creative Practice Day 24

"Care for a cigarillo?" The huntsman offered. After no response was given, he said, "It'll be yer last so consider it." The vampire he had hunted merely spat blood from her mouth in the corner she was in.
"Why would you waste one of those on someone you're about to kill?"

"I still have a shred of decency. And I'd prefer t'be offered the same if I was in your position. Which I hope I never am but life's just full o' mystery ain't it sweetheart?"

"Any way I can pay you to let me go? I'll go north and prey on the yukon. I don't mind deer blood as much as some of the other vamps around here. You'll never see or hear from me again." She said backing a little further in the corner. The huntsman took a long drag on his own cigarillo.

"You must be new to this darlin'. No wonder you were'nt hard to hunt down. Here's what'll happen if you do that. You'll hold your end of the deal. 'less you don't, in which case I kill you. If you do hold up your end of the deal and you go north and live off deer and squirrels and beavers and whatever else you can trap or catch, that'll be just fine for the first decade or two. Then, you'll get an itch. Something feirce and wild inside yer blood. I've seen the vamps that try and stave off the hunger for their fellow man. It don't work darlin. There's a reason vampirism's a curse, now. You don't get an easy way out. Sorry to say I don't got much leeway in givin' you a choice one way or another." He loaded another two silver-packed shells into his shotgun. "Is that still a no to a cigarillo then?"

"I'll take the cigarillo. " As he lit, then handed the defeated vampire a pristine Cuban cigarillo, the vampire lashed out at his hand with the speed of frontier lightning. just as fast, the barrel of the shotgun lowered in a practiced motion, and caught the vampire in the chin, barrels aligned with each eye.