Just shoot me already

This couldn't be happening, one minute I'm enjoying myself with my friends at the club, finding myself dancing with an attractive guy; and now I had my gun pointed to said mans face with his hand wrapped tightly around my neck. I looked down at him, seeing as he had hoisted me into the air with inhuman strength. He grinned a toothy grin showing me very sharp canines. I gave him a quick once over, he had back length, straight honey auburn hair. He was tall at least 6'4, with a lean build that had attracted me to him in the first place. His at one point hazel eyes were now glowing red with hunger. I looked into his eyes and he smirked at me. His grip tightning around my neck, and I could feel my face practically turning blue with lack of air. "W-what are you...?" I managed to grit out. His smirk grew smug and he laughed at my attempt. I held my gun tighter. "I my dear am what you have been dreading having to fight your whole life." He knew my worst... aw fuck me. He's a fucking Vampire. Why couldn't I just turn my gun against myself, and shoot myself already?