Il y a quatre mois...
Un homme avec un fusil a mordu un peu plus qu'il ne pouvait mâcher. L'homme, Rufus Turner, avait suivi ce qu'il pensait être une sorte de sous-espèce de vampire. Il n'avait jamais essayé de quitter les États, mais il avait des contacts dans le monde entier. Ces contacts ont mentionné trois ou quatre variantes de vampires "peut-être une sous-espèce avec ses propres alphas". Il était tard, les nuages se roulaient et Rufus n'était pas autour de son camion. Le camion, qui avait l'air d'une Chevrolet noire, était à l'affût du chasseur. Cependant, sa jambe avait l'air cassée et il était désespérément hors de munitions pour son fusil de chasse.
"DAMN. Il ne restait plus que trois obus... » s'est-il dit.
Six vampires sont venus marcher dans les bois, tous ressemblant à des humains réguliers sauf pour les crocs qui sortent de leurs gencives et sur leurs autres ensembles humains de dents. Deux autres vampires à poitrine nue sont venus sauter des arbres comme des moines. Les deux vampires à poitrine nue ont souri, et n'ont montré qu'un seul jeu de dents dans leur bouche avec des crocs de canine plus grands semblables à ce que les vampires avaient dans les films. Leur peau était pâle, leurs oreilles étaient un peu plus longues et pointues et elles semblaient aussi avoir des doigts exceptionnellement longs remplis de griffes. Les huit vampires ont encerclé le vieil homme juif noir et il pensait que ses jours étaient révolus. Il n'y avait aucun moyen qu'il se rende au camion. Et au milieu des bois sur la ligne d'état du Kentucky/Virginia, il n'y avait probablement pas une âme pour entendre Rufus crier. Il sortit une fiole de sa veste, enleva la casquette et prit une perruque, et la colla dans sa poche.
"Allez-y!" Il a crié et alors que les vampires se rapprochaient, quelqu'un d'autre a crié.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Il a crié un jeune homme aux cheveux longs, faisant exploser trois des vampires, dont l'un des plus pâles.
Les autres se tournèrent vers ce qui s'était passé sous le choc. Les restes de leur ami sur le sol et partout sur eux.
"Ne me tourne pas le dos, franges!" Rufus a crié et avec ses trois derniers coups a abattu trois des autres vampires les plus humains.
Les deux derniers vampires, un regard humain de plus et l'autre nu poitrine et pâle, se regardaient l'un l'autre. La créature pâle sauta dans les arbres pour s'échapper et les yeux de l'autre grandirent. En quelques secondes, Sweeney a attrapé le dernier vampire et l'a jeté contre un arbre. Le vamp maigre ne savait pas quoi faire maintenant qu'il était seul. Il n'a pas pu se nourrir autant que les autres, donc il était faible, et étonnamment le dernier vivant.
"Qu'est-ce que tu es?" Le vampire hipster s'est interrogé.
"Ton pire cauchemar." Le jeune homme répondit avant de crier de nouveau et de souffler les vampires de la tête.
Sweeney a laissé tomber le corps et est passé à Rufus.
"Bon camion là-haut, c'est le tien?" le drôle d'accentué jeune homme a demandé.
"Tu sais que j'ai juste appris sur ces autres vampires la semaine dernière. Et je pensais que votre espèce n'était qu'un mythe européen..." Rufus a déclaré essayer de se relever quand Sweeney est venu lui donner un coup de main.
"Mon... gentil? Vous voulez dire qu'il y en a d'autres dehors comme...?" Sweeney a été choqué pendant quelques secondes, tout en brisant un membre d'arbre pour donner à Rufus un bâton de marche.
"Tu veux dire ne me dis pas que tu ne sais même pas ce que tu es, mon garçon? Faire le tour, tuer des vampires, être tous européens... et vous pensez que Dieu vous a donné des superpuissances?" Rufus a remis en question fictivement. 
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Aujourd'hui...
Sur le panneau de bienvenue il a dit 'Bienvenue en Virginie' juste en bas de l'hôtel le jeune homme européen séjournait dans. Il était sur un téléphone portable qui regardait en bas une lettre sur la table près de la fenêtre de la chambre.
"Après avoir vu ce qui se passe avec cette lettre, je vais nous chercher une bouteille de Johnny Walker Blue, Rufus. Je te rejoindrai bientôt..."
- C'est quoi, ça?
Full Name: Sweeney
Age: 24
Species: Banshee
Gender: Male
Sexuality: hetero
Appearance: Roughly six foot tall, give or take an inch. Two hundred and twenty pounds, solid, lean. Sweeney's eyes are bright blue with a golden ring around the pupils. His hair is a little long, and he rarely shaves completely. The color of his hair is somewhere between 'mouse brown' and a darker blonde. He also does the Clint Eastwood stare into the sun look pretty regularly, as his eyes are sensitive to bright lights and too much sun.


Clint Eastwood stare into the sun 'I'm gonna explode your fucking vamp face' look:

Personality: Sweeney is pretty easy to get along with. He's usually passive and doesn't judge and would rather his actions speak louder than any of his words. He's generally a follower but lately has been going more the lone wolf route. He attempts to be funny but usually has a dry sense of humor and a lot of times people think he's a dick.
Backstory: Sweeney was born and raised by his mother in the 80's, but never knew who his father was. Only that his mother's job struggles constantly had them moving around a lot in Europe. After moving to the United States in '94, Sweeney overheard his mother say something about being 'tired of running' on a telephone call when he picked up the other phone line. They moved between six states in the southeast United States in as many years. His European accent now something of an amalgam with a few different southern ways of speaking, Sweeney toughened up over the years having been bullied in school for being foreign and having to put up with kids talking trash about his single mother. On the night of his 18th birthday , after getting into his first nude bar and blowing half his paycheck Sweeney and two of his friends were approached by several men in the mostly empty parking lot. The men were vampires, and after tearing his friends apart they disclosed that Sweeney was different. He had a different smell, and they wondered how he tasted. Upon attacking the young man he screamed at the sight of the vampire's teeth... and the one directly in front of him exploded. Sweeney was as shocked as the remaining vamps were, another came in for an attack and with another scream Sweeney blew off the left arm of the leather jacket wearing blood sucker.
On his way home, Sweeney had no idea what to tell his mother. His friends were dead, he just killed something he was sure was a vampire like in the movies, and he did it with a sonic scream of all things. When he arrived home, covered in blood and still in a bit of a panic, the boy was speechless. His mother lied dead on the floor, a gaping wound in her neck and no real amount of blood anywhere near her body. It was the vampires, but why? Sweeney cleaned himself up, packed his backpack with clothes, and went to the bus station. He spent his last $65 on a bus ticket, telling the cashier at the ticket booth he just needed to get out of town and it didn't matter which direction he went.
Over the next five years Sweeney traveled up and down the east coast of the US. Every time he tried to settle down, usually within four or five months, vampires would find him. It wasn't until recently bumping into a man named Rufus that Sweeney would find out what he truly was.
Rufus explained to the young man that he was an old soul, the reincarnated spirit of a banshee. The fact he was male and not like the mostly female banshee spirits wasn't even that out of the ordinary to the experienced monster hunter. Rufus explained in Europe vampires were constantly held at bay by others like Sweeney. Reborn souls blessed with a curse to fight the darkness.
Present day, Sweeney just parted ways with Rufus after receiving a letter at his hotel in Bristol VA. They were on the trail of what they thought was two alpha vamps recruiting for a small army, but the letter Sweeney received at his hotel mentioned there may be answers to his father's whereabouts at the location in the letter.
Extra: Sweeney, as a reborn banshee, possesses a scream that can make vamps or whatever parts of their bodies in the line of fire explode. The scream also works like iron against spirits and dispels them. Everything else just becomes deaf momentarily, even those around him when he dispels ghosts or vanquishes a vamp. The banshees also possess healing abilities but it's a painful process, much different than the instant healing of angels. Sweeney has a weakness to copper and can't heal wounds made from copper as quickly as others. It's not uncommon to see vamps attacking Sweeney with copper wire wrapped around their fists. Vamps and Banshees can smell/sense each other, though most drone or noob vampires don't know about banshees. Only alpha vamps with ties to Europe know of their kind.
Sweeney is constantly seen in beat up Chevy trucks. No telling how much money he has in the bank, or if he just steals them and then rides them to hell and back before getting another. Carries a pump action shotgun and a mid-evil style broadsword that weighs over fifty pounds in his truck for sticky situations after tag-teaming vampires with Rufus for four months.
~KL~