(This is a pretty long post. Tl:Dr Titus kills some NPC's)

The predawn moments were one of the most serene times. The sun had yet to shine her loving face but the sky was filled with brilliant blues and purples depending on the cloud cover. The night was finally giving up his hold on the world and the creepy crawlies that made kids afraid of the dark were sliding into bed themselves. The streets had yet to stretch and yawn to the full potential they had. Right now they slumbered. Titus Morgan wasn’t enjoying it as much. The toothpick in his mouth slid between his teeth cleaning out the last bits of breakfast he had at the Clover Grill. Blue eyes looked across the street at a rundown brownstone a few blocks off of Bourbon. His trunk was wide open, but instead of his animating gear, it was filled with the stuff for his other job, execution.

Normally Titus didn’t handle executions as much as he did in other cities, but right now it was an exception. The normal executioner had his hands full at the moment. He figured with Alex disappearing with the wolves and the main executioner handing over a few warrants, it was something big. Titus had always tried to build a rapport with the wolves in whatever city he had come to; he’d even dated a werewolf for almost three years, though her name escaped him, but right now he had yet to get to know many of them, save for Alex. So for now he had yet to meet many supernaturals in the city. Right now that didn’t matter as he looked towards his watch. It was ten minutes until six and dawn was coming in a manner of minutes.

Showtime.

Titus turned towards the open trunk and looked over the gear before taking off his shirt, revealing the ribbed Under Armour sleeveless shirt underneath with the hidden pockets for hiding clips. Right now each held three extra clips of ammo for his Para-P14 which hung off his hip in a combat rig. He grabbed his body armor and slid it over his head and fastened it under his arm. Making a circle with his arm, checking the tightness, he grabbed the neck guard and finally wrapped it around the top of the armor. Any vampire that wanted a shot at his neck could easily peel the thing away, but it made Titus feel a bit better having it. Next came the armament. He slowly pieced the Mossberg bolt action together, the gun was originally his father’s turkey gun but after a bad hunting accident, he gave it to Titus to see what he could do with it. Titus cut the barrel down to just under the bolt, the stock cut to a pistol grip, and mounted a suppressor on it. The gun was as illegal as it came, but he had a permit for it thanks to discretion of the job. Now the gun made a loud pop instead of the undeniable sound of a shotgun. He slid on the kukri with the handle loop to the opposite shoulder. He needed something sharp, fast, and big enough to cut off a head with speed. It wasn’t silver, but it could cut through skin like butter and metal like tough butter. Finally he slid on his yellow protective eyewear and stretched, looking towards the East. In truth he thought he looked silly, but he was a human going up against the preternatural, he needed every last advantage, which is why he was watching for sunrise.

Never late, the sun slid across the street like a cleansing spirit at 6:02. The moment the rays of the sun hit Titus he felt that low sigh as his power slid away from him. The only thing he hated about sunrise was as his power left him, he felt vulnerable, cold, alone. He shook it off and double checked his paper work as he moved towards the abandoned two-story. The warrant called for a Scott Barker, new vampire from the look of it that drank a girl dry a day or so ago. Eyewitnesses identified him the next night, but he fled to this place. The warrant was signed three hours ago and Titus got the call. Open and shut.  He read on and got a bit of bad news. The warrant called for the execution of Barker and all non-human occupants. This wasn’t just an execution but possibly an extermination as well.

Wonderful.

Titus looked up at the two-story once more sliding the warrant under his body armor. There were two stories and the windows were all boarded up save for two on the east side of the place. That was his point of entry. He pulled out his cell phone from his pants pocket and called in to the federal building, operations picked up. “This is Deputy Morgan, about to enter premises to fulfill a warrant of execution. If I haven’t called back in two hours, send uniformed officers to the warrant address as well an RPIT member for investigation.  An ambulance probably won’t be necessary.” He hung up without a thought and moved towards the east side of the building. If this job lasted more than two hours, it meant he was dead.

Popping his neck, he wasted no more time and began to climb the gutter pipe that was close to the window. Gloved hands slid against the metal easily as he dug his boots into the brick of the side. He scaled to the second story easily and checked the window. It was unlocked and thankfully not trapped, he thanked God for the save on that one. It took a stretch and a bit of a shuffle but he made it through the window. The room was vacant which he kind of figured since the windows weren’t boarded up. This wasn’t Barker’s house, but this is the hole he ran to when he was found guilty. Boots hit the hardwood with no sound as he drew his P14 and moved through the room to the door. Outside was an open hallway with a flight of stairs leading down to the first floor.  He slid easily to the next room with all the sound a mouse could make. Slowly he would open doors, do a sweep of the room and step back out. Nothing alive and moving, just an old house turned into apartments with a shared bathroom. Four total upstairs and not one of them had a creature stirring inside them. Man, what was that chick’s name?

Titus moved down the stairs against the banister his gun still drawn. It was still dark on the lower floor. Slowly he pulled out his flashlight and attached it to the underside of his gun. The light shone a very bright red as he began to move through the open foyer. Here there were only two doors, one on the left and one on the right. He had a fifty percent chance he’d choose right and pick the one with a bloodsucker in it. If not, he may alert them if he made too much noise down here, if he hadn’t already. He picked sunrise because that was when whatever powered his ability and vampires disappeared for a bit. However, self preservation would kick in on a vampire if he sensed his life was in danger and would wake up from forced daylight slumber. He went with Link and chose the door on the left. He gave the knob the softest of turns; the sound of the knob releasing sounded like gunfire to him. He opened the door slowly letting his red light slide over the room.

Inside were two women naked and dead. The necks of both were gone leaving a crescent shape that dug in to the spine. Chances are these two were the midnight snack. It also meant that there was more than one vampire in here. Titus made a small prayer as he stepped over the women, beautiful and young, and proceeded into the room, his only light the brilliance of his red LED. Those two were probably farm girls or something tragic like that. Came in to New Orleans to get some beads, show their breasts and tell their friends that they lived for a weekend in New Orleans. Now they were a statistic in a report Titus had to write later.

Goddammit.

The entrance to the second room was covered in a red blanket that resembled velvet but wasn’t. Titus held his breath as he slid the blanket open with his left hand and panned his gun around the room. Inside were the targets. Three of them laid on a bed a piece, the windows boarded up and then painted and a blanket covered it all. There were no lights save for the spotlight of Titus’s LED. And thankfully, all of them were asleep and there was no movement coming from any of them. Each looked to be frat boys and all three wore a different hued polo shirt with a popped collar. Each one of them could have been perfectly at home at a local college or harassing broads on the shores of Jersey. They all had to die now for that reason as well.

He was a ghost haunting these three boys as Titus stepped towards the nearest, which turned out to be Barker (He’d identify the other two later) He pulled the shotgun from the shoulder holster and held it over Barker’s chest with a hand. The other gun was trained on the closest one to Titus, both black-headed. They still slept as Titus took three breaths and finally exhaled, holding his mouth open. He checked the placement of the shotgun, right over Barker’s heart, and said one more silent prayer before pulling the trigger.

After that things began to happen a little too fast for Titus. Barker died instantly, silver buckshot tearing through his heart and depositing it on the mattress under him. The second one that had a gun trained on him jumped up with a start. Titus fired five rounds into the chest of that one, magnesium burning bright on the two tracer rounds, the other three silver hydroshocks. The force of the.45 carried him across the room to the wall. Titus turned quickly to the third bed.

It was empty.

Titus immediately put his back to the door, the only exit, and looked around with his light. The shotgun was dropped to the ground (it would take too long for him to chamber a round and time was a factor right now) and in his free hand he pulled out his knife, silver coated and deadly. His breath returned to him and the ringing in his ears turned the world quiet. All he could hear was his own breathing, all he could see was the red light. He popped the red filter off the light and clicked a button sending it into a quick strobe. The room was now illuminated and blinking like a bad horror film. The third one, a gel-headed blonde, popped up from one of the beds and leaped across the room at Titus. The light disoriented the vampire, but Titus still got tackled and if he hadn’t exhaled he’d have passed out. As it stood he couldn’t tell if the world stopped blinking or he was trying to black out. His response to the tackle was immediate as the knife dipped into the back of the vampire multiple times, shanking anything Titus found vital. “Die Die Die Die Die,” he roared somehow.

The vampire slumped a bit, giving Titus a chance to put his knee into the nose of the other. This vampire was new and had yet to fully understand how strong and fast he truly was. This simple oversight was the only reason Titus was still in fighting form. The second lucky break was the vampire wasn’t thinking, just reacting, which gave Titus a slight advantage, because he was still thinking. Titus grabbed an arm and with a twist and the sound a bone cracking in the arm of the vampire, stepped away from the vampire that was now liberally bleeding on the floor. Titus dived for the gun and turned it towards where the vampire was. He was right on Titus as he turned to face the blonde. Teeth gnawed at the air as Titus put a foot at the vampires shoulder and pushed him away. The vampire fell back a few feet and Titus unloaded the remaining 10 rounds into the thing. The world flashed with muzzle flare as magnesium rounds burned a hole through the vampire and silver buried itself into the meat.  He slid to the ground away from Titus from the impact of the rounds.

Titus stood up, breathing heavily as he looked around the room. Was that all of them? He counted, there were three when he came in and there were three now. He pulled the kukri from its sheath and began to chop away at the heads. He needed the heads for proof and also it assured death in his mind. He did three things to vampires he had to execute: destroy the heart, cut off the head and finally burn the rest of the body.

He put the heads in a bag and placed it in the front foyer before returning to the girls. Titus sighed as he looked down at them, knowing they probably never deserved this. He held the shotgun in his hand and pulled the trigger, clearing the heart out of the first, a brunette.  He took a step to the other, clearing another round into the breech and locking it in with the bolt. “I’m sorry,” he said as his only excuse for what had happened before he pulled the trigger on the second, a redhead. They still had a few days before they would have turned, but the warrant was clear, anything non-living.

Opening the door to the building, Titus stepped into the sun. He tilted his head to it and sighed. He was covered in someone else’s blood and from the feel of his wet side, he was bleeding somewhere. He was alive though, which meant a lot in his book. He pulled out his phone and called operations again, sliding blood across the screen as he did so. “This is Deputy Morgan, warrant served. Send a couple of PD down here as well as a clean-up team. Also go ahead and send that ambulance.”