[ WP ] Vampire hunters did their job a little too well . Vampires are now an internationally protected endangered species .

Bram was new to the small town of Winchesterton and the locals did n't like it. Not because they did n't like new people, in fact they used to love it out-of-towners would stop in. The locals did n't like Bram because they did n't trust him. Shortly before Bram arrived the town had lost nearly 90 % of its residents due to the fact that the Vamps decided to make Winchesterton their new home after the people of Transylvania had had enough of their loved ones being turned into blood-sucking monsters, causing to the people to raid the castle in which the vampires slept during the day and began slaughtering them in their caskets with wooden stakes and silver crucifixes that had been sharpened to a point on the bottom. Nobody knows why they chose Winchesterton as their new home. One theory is that the local mansion ( now abandoned but considered a local landmark ) reminds them of the castle they lived in back in Transylvania. Another theory is that the vampires do n't want to kill humans anymore and were, therefore, attracted to the town because of the small population. Or maybe it was just chosen at random. Regardless of why they were there, most people fled their homes to protect their families, leaving behind only the elderly that would rather die than leave the place they called home all their lives. But the question still remained; why did Bram come to Winchesterton when everybody else was leaving it? 
 
 Bram walked the streets, wearing his signature black trench coat, black cowboy hat, and black boots, his long dark hair blowing in the breeze. He was n't going anywhere specific, just enjoying the fresh air while he still could, since the vamps would be coming out as soon as the sun went down. The neighborhood was eerily quiet, but expectedly so since nearly every house was vacant. Eventually, he came to house that was n't yet empty, where an elderly man sat on the porch. Bram acknowledge him with a friendly head nod and kept walking. 
 
 `` Why dontcha go back to where ya came from?'' shouted the old man. Bram ignored him and continued walking. `` Hey! I'm talkin' to you!'' The old man yelled again as he slowly stood out of his rocking chair. He was very thin and wore blue jeans and plain white t-shirt with black suspenders holding his pants up. He may have been tall at one point in time but he could n't stand up straight so it was hard to tell. The old man gingerly walked down the two steps of his porch, wooden cane in hand, and made his way toward Bram. 
 
 `` Trust me, old man, you want me here,'' replied Bram, annoyed with the sudden altercation he had been forced into. 
 
 `` Yeah, I'm old, but I can still kick your ass,'' threatened the man as he stopped three feet in front of Bram. `` Now tell me, kid. Why did you come here? The entire town is talking about you and we want answers.'' 
 
 `` The whole town, huh? All 50 of you?'' 
 
 `` Yer darn right, all 50! And it's'bout to be one less unless you start talkin'!'' Bram was in no way intimidated by the 90lbs man that could n't stand upright, but he knew it was better to talk than to have the entire town hate him. 
 
 `` Do n't you want the vampires gone?'' Bram asked. 
 
 `` Course I do! We all do! But there's nothin' we can do'bout it. Not since the government went and declared them an endangered species after they were nearly made extinct in Transylvania. This entire state protested the ruling but they said it did n't matter that they're dangerous. They said every animal in the world can be dangerous but it does n't mean they should all die. If ya ask me, that's a big load of bologna! Maybe they should all move here and then they'll see just how dangerous those things can be! Stupid democrats. Thanks Obama.'' 
 
 `` Obama has n't been out of office for 30 years.'' 
 
 `` Exactly! And we're still cleaning up his mess!'' the man snapped back. 
 
 `` Uh huh. Well you are right about one this, sir. They are very dangerous and it's only a matter of time before everybody in this town is turned into one of them. And I'm here to ensure that does n't happen,'' Bram replied. 
 
 `` Oh are ya? How do you plan on doin' that, hot shot?'' 
 
 `` I'm from Transylvania. I'm the one that orchestrated the attacks...'' 
 
 `` And a great job ya did,'' interrupted the old man. `` You already failed once before so why do n't ya just get lost and leave this town alone before you piss'em off and makes things worse?'' 
 
 `` There were too many of them in Transylvania and we simply could n't get to them all before one woke up and warned all the others. I lost many men that day and that's on me!'' Bram began to get agitated. `` But based on how many we did manage to kill that day, there ca n't be any more than 20 of them left. I can kill the last 20 and that's what I'm here to do.'' 
 
 `` There's no way you can kill all of'em without gettin' bit once.'' 
 
 `` Then it's a good thing I want to get bit.'' 
 
 `` Why in heavens would you want that?'' 
 
 `` After the attack in Transylvania we discovered that one of the vamps had died almost instantly after biting one of the civilians. We did an autopsy of the man and the vampire and realized that they both were infected with a disease called Sangue Debolezza, which translates to `` Blood Weakness'' in Italian. It's extremely rare and its origin is unknown and its virtually harmless to humans, sorta like how 95 % of humans carry the mono virus but never have symptoms. My hope is that the virus is lethal to vampires and that's what caused the vamp to instantly die when the virus entered its bloodstream.'' 
 
 `` So you infected yourself with the virus and plan to get bit on purpose in order to kill them all? What makes you think they'll all even bite you?'' asked the old man. 
 
 `` The people of this town lock themselves away very well at night so the vampires have n't eaten in months. They'll be all over me.'' 
 
 `` And what if you're wrong and this does n't work?'' 
 
 `` Well, at least you'll have me out of your town.'' 
 
 `` What's your last name?'' 
 
 `` Why does it matter?'' 
 
 `` If this does n't work then we need to know who to laugh at. If it does work then we need to know the name of our hero.'' 
 
 `` I'm no hero,'' Bram chuckled and walked away. 
 
 THAT NIGHT 
 
 Bram stood alone in the middle of the street where he talked with the old man just hours earlier. Bram looked at the window of the man's house where he could see his old eyes peering out through the blinds. Every light was on in the house but that's the way it was with every occupied house. It did n't matter if the vamps knew that someone was in there because they would never go in if the lights were on. 
 
 Bram waved his arm at the old man, gesturing for him not watch. The man obeyed and Bram found himself alone, once again. He reached into his trench coat and pulled a flask out of the pocket, guzzled the last of the whiskey and dropped the flask on the ground next to him. 
 
 He took a deep breath and shouted, `` All right, ya bastards, let's do this!'' 
 
 Seconds later he heard screams and the sound of windows shattering from the mansion at the end of the street as the vampires, driven by their hunger, flew out. The night sky was dark and all Bram could see was their silhouettes in the moon light as they glided toward him. The first vamp was on him a mere 10 seconds after he yelled and sang its long fangs into his neck. Bram screamed in pain as he fell to the ground and the others, 13 total, closed in around him and sank their teeth in. 
 
 The old man could n't fight his curiosity and watched from his window. His eyes were open wide in horror as he watched the brave man sacrifice himself for the good of humanity. Moments later, the man noticed the bottom of the pile of vampires begin to fall as the ones that bite first succumbed to the virus. It was n't long before the entire pile went limp and the feasting ceased. Bram had done it! All of the vampires were dead! In the end, Bram had to take his own life but he finished what he started and avenged the men that died trying to kill the vamps in Transylvania, saving the town of Winchesterton, and potentially the entire world, in the process! 
 
 The old man race out to the pile bodies as fast as he could to check on Bram but it quickly became obvious that there was no life left in his body. The old man was looking down on the brave man's body when he noticed an engraving on the flask that Bram took his last drink out of. He picked it up and saw the letters V.H. engraved in the silver. 
 
 `` V.H.?'' the old man asked to himself. `` Bram V.H... V.H.,'' he repeated to himself, trying to figure out what it meant. `` No. It ca n't be,'' he said as he began to realize. `` Abraham Van Helsing.''
