Man, 7th Grade Bites,Literally

THE VAMPIRE SPUN AROUND, a crazed, unhooked look in his eye. He jumped forward but the slayer skifully dogded his blow, delivering a hard roundhouse kick to the creature's throat. The vampire fell to the ground, coughing, choking on its own blood. The slayer could have killed the beast a half hour ago. But this wasn't just about following the world of another domination

(though that was in fact the end goal). It was about a slayer needing to release some pent-up hostility and cleanse himself of all of his darkened thoughts. Thoughts that were now perfectly clear.