Tony Stark: Genius, Billionaire, Hunter, Playboy, Handsome, Etc.
Sounds like a description of your average stuck up fat cat, right? Spending his weekends out in the woods with fellow wealthy persons. With some over-priced hunting gear in one hand and a glass of booze in the other, eying up a deer with the barrel of his gun.
Wrong.
He hunted anything but fuzzy little woodland creatures. That game was too easy. No, if you're going to spend your infinite amount of money on something exciting, it better be monster hunting.
Watching from his metallic light-up monument of a building Mister Stark was following up a recent case of animal attacks in upstate New York. The ninth consecutive death this week and it was only Wednesday. It started back on Sunday when Miss Pepper Potts handed Tony a newspaper.
"Did you read the news? It sounded like just your thing. Three people found dead just a few blocks over from here. The killer slashed their throats."
Tony sat up from playing with a paperweight while waiting for a phone call. She knew he didn't like being handed things so Tony looked at where she laid it on the desk.
"Poor kids. The youngest victim was 19, oldest 23." Pepper rambled on.
"Yeah I'm reading it." Tony said picking up the newspaper and studying the details of the story.
Slashed throats? Sounded familiar. His parents were found with slashed throats, and not a drop of blood left in them. Signs point to....
You guessed it (maybe): Vampire
Those bloody achluophilias always used the same classic move. It was the perfect cover up after all. Years of hunting them to avenge your parents led Tony to acquire the skill of spotting such clues. He could tell the monster, by the method used to kill.
Back to Wednesday though.
He had the newspaper next to him on the table while scrolling through another murder article. These deaths were heading in a line straight upstate. "Number 10" Tony mumbled as he read it. More teenagers out late at a party. He could just picture it. How stupid can kids be?
'Let's go out in the spooky forest at night while a killer is on the loose with no particular target or motive!'
"Thanks, New York education. Common Core is really hittin' the important principles." Tony pushed himself away from his desk with a huff. With a glance to the wall clock he got up to get packed. It's one thing when a vampire is just picking off a few people here and there, you know, keeping the population in check for Mother Nature, but another problem arrises when it turns into a killing spree.
"Where are you headed?" Pepper asked passing him in the hallway. Any time Tony wore an expression with that level of determination, it was a bad sign.
"Going out to teach a lesson."
Again? Was one thing she wanted to say. Tony don't risk your life for stupid revenge. Was another. It was nothing he hadn't heard before.
"Be careful." Seemed to be one of the only things she could say nowadays. So she could respond with at least something. It also gave a him sense that someone was still here that cared about him. Since Obadiah Stane (a close friend to the Stark family) betrayed Tony and accidentally imploded himself, he wasn't doing too well. Tony's only reply to Pepper's words was a mumbled "Mmhm."
He marched down to his workshop. Aside from Iron Man suits and high tech equipment, he had some good old fashioned wooden stakes and holy water. Tony always took two suit cases with him on these sort of hunting trips.
One, the obvious.
The second, a vampires worst nightmare.
.... Or for that matter, daymare. Daydream?
Do they even dream? You know what it doesn't matter. They're going to die anyway. Tony Stark was making sure of it.
