Walter's hand jerked, and hot coffee spilled over his wrist. "Are you crazy, Uncle Ray? He threatened to kill us if we didn't leave the mountains the last time he saw us. The Vulture is a true vampire, and he doesn't exactly like us. For some reason he reminds me of that little rat, Jacob."
"You killed the woman," Ray said, "he warned you not to. I warned you not to. You just had to have your fun. And don't mention that teen's name again. It's enough he displaced us from our positions in the society."
Furious, Walter hurled the mug across the room. "We're hunting a woman right now. We've followed her for two years, and now that we're close, you call in that killer. I should have put a stake through his heart when I had the chance. He's a no-good vampire like the rest of them. When I am done with him, I will do away with Jacob. He is becoming a pain in the ass. I heard he was sent towards the heftier regions to kill a vampiress?"