There Is No Night

With your stake-wielding strike force you march through the town, eager to waste the evil powers that beset you.
"Vampires, vampires, vampires! Out! Out! OUT!" you chant along with them.

Your destination is a seedy-looking club on the edge of town called 'Dracula's Daughter'. Not much of a secret lair when you come to think about it. Oh well, as you force an entrance you grip your weapons tightly: a blub of garlic and a spritzer of holy water. Let's hope the legends are right on this one because inside the club is full of leather-clad people snarling at you and displaying bloody fangs.

As the inevitable battle erupts you are cut off from the action by an inconveniant table and look around for the smart thing to do. Just then a new figure appears in the doorway and you turn to see a familiar pale figure with floppy hair.

"People," he calls. "And vampires." He waves for everyone attention but few individuals turn from the bloodbath to heed him. "Stop this senseless fighting," he pleads. "Why can't we all live together in peace and harmony?"
"Argggh," a powerful voice roars from the melee. "You pathetic excuse for a vampire, Evaan. I'm going to finish you if it's the last thing I do!"
Evaan looks nervous.
"Scarlet!" he squeaks as she bares long white fangs.

She launches herself at the newcomer and they struggle together only scant inches away from you while you goggle at them.

Finishing off a random vampire with an impressive overarm stake action Zack turns to look at you.
"What the hell are you doing?" he demands. "Get on with it. Kill something."
He has a point.