"Yeah, you, too, man." He absently scratched at his leg with the stake. The vampires eyed the sharp weapon with fear. The hunter turned to his friend. "Quinn here's one of the best hunters I've ever seen.

Got a nose for vamps. Can smell them in any corner they try to hide."

Quinn waved his hand. "Aw, you're just saying that."

"I'm Joe, remember? This here's my buddy Stuart. Listen, you can totally help us out. These are our first two tonight. I figure they were lying in wait for victims coming out of the restaurant." He poked the male vampire in the chest as his magnified eyes narrowed. "That what you're doing? Looking for a little snack, you bloodsucking freak?"

"Go to hell." The vampire set his jaw and tried to look brave. It wasn't working very well.

"Well, you know vamps." Quinn eyed the restaurant as a car exited the drive-thru. "Evil to the core."

"You live around here?"

He shook his head. "Just passing through town. Stopped for a bite."

"Hey," the larger hunter spoke up. He was frowning. "You're Michael Quinn ?"

"That's right."

"Please," the female said. "We're not evil. We just wanted some dinner."

"Yeah," Stuart snarled. "From unassuming victims. Their blood."

"No, I had some fries."

The other licked his lips nervously. "Just leave us alone."

"Bloodsucking freak," Stuart snapped. "Vampires don't eat solid food."

"Some of us do." The female's voice shook.

"Shut up." Then he turned back to Quinn. "I feel like I've heard something about you recently. I'm just trying to figure out what it was."

Quinn crossed his arms and tried to ignore the pleading look the female vampire was giving him. "Oh, yeah? Something important?"