Belligerence
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Vampire killers are real , living amongst you everyday only when needed. You wouldn't even notice if we showed up on your front door step.
We look normal , except for the ancient tattoos that placed themselves on our hips , shoulders , and wrists when we came of age at 14.
We kill vampires to protect you , we live by a code we must not break.
Every vampire must not be trusted
No allegiance shall be made with vampires
Kill every vampire
It's for the greater good to believe this code ; drilled into our minds.
We must protect the human race that so ignorantly refuses to believe there's no such thing as supernatural.
We follow orders
We serve
We protect...
But can you do any of this when your too busy fighting yourself?
I'm Larkin Hathaway , vampire killer and belligerence is what I live for.
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