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A leaf green skinned turtle covered by a black long cloak that hung from his shoulders to slightly above his ankles. He had twin katanas hanging from his shoulders resting comfortably on his shell. He stalked the streets of New York hunting the evil that hid there. His name was known all over the city because of his ferocious hunt for the monsters of the city.He had sworn revenge on them for reasons nobody but him will ever know. He will not rest until each and every one of those monsters head was separated from there shoulders.
Though his name was well known, his face was not so he could walk on the street without being bothered. He often would sneak around in the shadows or run on the roofs but he would sometimes just walk the streets.This time he was in one of those times.
Moving quickly along the streets, checking the all the alleys for a club he had recently heard of that held private party's for "special" people. Which caused suspicion for the leaf green turtle. His path led him out to a more remote part of town. So there were fewer people walking around and most of them were gangsters or drug dealers. An abandoned warehouse caught the turtles eye, it had a bright neon sign that read, The Dripping Fangs. He walked cautiously around the side of the building and found it all boarded up. A small wooden sign was nailed to a closed door it read, Blood Drinkers Only.
Seriously Blood Drinkers Only, are they even trying. Stealthily he crept closer but soon jumped out of sight as the door swung open. Two female human vampires stepped out of the building. The leaf green turtle watched from his hiding place as the two females leaned into each other as if drunk. Probably too much drunkard blood. The turtle thought.
"Wait, do you smell that?" The darker haired vampire said stopping abruptly causing the other vampire women to stop with her.
"Yes, I do. It smells familiar." The other vampire agreed, shaking her blonde haired head.
The blonde gasped and her long and monstrous fangs shot out as she caught the scent of the intruder." It's him. It's the Vampire Hunter!"
But it was too late, both of them screamed as the turtle stabbed through them with his Katanas.
He calmly wiped the blood from his sword glared at the two bodies laying lifeless on the ground beside him. A crimson puddle of stolen blood pooling around them, the blood they had stolen from innocent people. He growled at the vampires before continuing with what he had planned.
Using his swords he pried the locked door open.He slowly walked in is swords at the ready. He found himself in a dark hallway, splatters of blood and bloody handprints the wall. He walked down the hallway stopping before a large room filled with the horrid monsters that he despised so much. The only light in the room came from small lamps placed randomly all over the room. The room was filled with vampires, mutants and humans alike. They were all drinking but the glasses were filled with the blood. Throwing a few shurikens the turtle cut the lights pitching the room into darkness. The room was deathly silent even the music was off, the only sound was the harsh breathing of the monsters. Then the room erupted into screams as several vampires were hit by shuriken and another few's limbs were cut off.
Crimson liquid covered the floor as vampire after vampire were slaughtered. Some of them tried to escape through the front and back exits, only to be blown to pieces. The turtle had rigged each one before he went in. Some hurdled there body's out the windows, but were quickly pursued by the Vampire Hunter. The vampires were cornered and slaughtered like animals. Their death throws soon died off. Yanking his sword from the corpse and whipping the blood off, the Vampire Hunter walked away from the carnage.
Hearing sirens in the distance the turtle climbed to the roof before the policemen came to clean up his mess. He watched as the men in blue soon showed up, guns in hand before sheathing them back in there halters when their eyes met with the lifeless body's laying sprawled on the ground.The officers fingers reached toward the neck to check for a pulse finding nothing. "Dead." He called to his fellow officers.

He watched as his partners shook their heads after checking a few more. He lifted the lip of the body to find long and horrifying fangs. "We got more of them." He shouted.
"Call for a bus, we have a lot to take in." He ordered his men.
The turtle watched them until he was sure everything was taken care of before he turned and ran off. Disappearing into the night, as he did every night and how he was going to do each night from now on, till every one of those vile monster's head was separated from their body. There blood dripping from his sword. Till there was nothing left of their species.