His left hand brought his glass cup of coffee up to his lips before his Vampire Sensory kicked in and he suddenly paused, mid sip, the hot liquid at the verge of entering his mouth. A vampire of great power, or so his sense told him, was suddenly on his radar and moving out of the city at an alarmingly fast rate. A glance at the clock that hung above his small apartment's kitchen stove informed him that it was still daylight out.
"A strong vampire indeed.", he muttered gravely to himself.
Nothing good could come of a vampire that strong, and he knew it. Knowing that most, if not all, vampires were weaker during the time of daylight he figured he might as well act now. His chair scraped against the hard kitchen floor as he pushed himself out far enough to easily stand up without knocking his knees into the wooden underside of the table. While humming a tune he walked into his bedroom.
He reached beneath his bed and slid out the black fire proof case that held his vest, his sword, and his gun. He put himself into the vest and then holstered his gun at his hip. After he slipped himself into his long overcoat he then strapped the sword to his back. After a quick snatch of his keys off of the kitchen counter he headed out.
He continued to hum his tune as he went, an old hyme from church, Amazing Grace. Once his booted feet hit the sidewalk he glanced to his left and then to his right before he took off running, moving so fast that there was nothing to be seen of his form. Headed right to Sugure no Shima to rid the world of yet another filthy bloodsucker.
