[Honor]

It didn't take long for William to find one of the bloodsuckers. It was a male, appearing to be approximately in his late twenties. He seemed to be looking for something, probably someone to feed from. Perfect.

William walked past him, letting his shoulder brush the vampire as he did so. He could feel the man's gaze as he walked past, though he did not look back. The man followed him without a sound, though William knew he was there.

He turned down a empty alleyway, leading the man away from anyone who might witness what was about to happen. The moment they were out of sigh William spun around, throwing a knife in the process. It hit the side of the building, just to the right of the vampire's face. A growl escaped him, his eyes narrowing as he stared at William.

William hissed. What was wrong with him? That should have been a direct hit. He pulled out another knife, readying himself for a fight. The vampire darted forward, using his nails like claws and racking the side of William's face. William spun around, ducking and flipping back in order to avoid further attacks. His eye narrowed. That attack shouldn't have hit, he should have dodged in time.

Whipping around he stabbed upward, into the vampire's chest. Finally, he thought as he saw the body crumple to the ground, pulling his knife out of the chest.