He heard movement up ahead. A cruel smile twisted his lips as he glided forward to stalk the prey that had dared to enter his cemetery. His hunting ground.

He was startled when a figure suddenly stepped out of the darkness in front of him. A college- aged boy with dark hair and eyes, wearing sturdy work clothes and a leather jacket. He was smirking, but his eyes were cautious and serious as he spoke.

"You're not too good at this yet, buddy. And you're not gonna be around long enough to get better."

The Dark Lord started to reply, but his adversary moved too quickly for him to react. The boy threw water from an open jar into his face. The Dark Lord took a step back, startled and confused. He began to splutter something through the water that had landed in his open mouth, but again the figure in front of him beat him to the punch. Literally this time, as a fist leapt out of nowhere to smash into the Dark Lord's jaw.

The Dark Lord stumbled backwards and fell to the ground, his consciousness claimed by the darkness whose name he bore.

He looked at the empty holy water jar in his left hand.

He looked back at the vampire.

He looked at his right fist.

He looked back at the vampire.

"Huh."

No other words seemed adequate.