Twelve too many legs [Zhizhu]

[Valerian]

Valerian's eyes were cold, another bullet flew down the tunnel cutting into the vampires side before he ducked behind the wall. The vampire shot back, skipping across the wall but leaving him unharmed. He shook his head. The sound was barely audible until the vampire started making noises and scrubbing their hands across their clothing as hundreds of legs crawled across their skin biting and irritating flesh as they crawled and squirmed.

Valerian moved out now, releasing shot after shot at the vampire. Unfortunately they missed. The vampire managed to recover from the squirming in time to release another shot at Valerian. It hit his shoulder but barely. They weren't doing so well. "Look into my eyes. And know failure." his voice was cold and smooth like a river stone. But it was accompanied by powers that crept into the mind of the vampire as he moved towards them, every step felt like it twisted the mind of the creature. There was no feeling to want to fight back. Several shots rang out from the Jorogomo leaving the vampire a corpse, soon to turn to ash.

He looked into it's eyes as the spell wore off, and so did their hold on the world as death came closer. His face showed no pity. No mercy. What mercy was there for something that was only feigning life by preying on the life of others. Vampires were not merely a disease, they were a virus.

Valerian calmly reloaded his firearm, as he moved swiftly down the hall to hide himself in case someone else decided to come to the sound of the weapons blasts. He'd been down here before. To kill this filth. Now, time to watch, to pick another target before he was picked himself.

He did not do this for fun. He could sometimes profit off what he could pull from their corpses. But also it was a hatred he had for the undead. Vampires and undead were too him a curse upon the world. And it needed to be eradicated and cured.