Tired and tipsy. Lots more tomorrow :)

I was watching the door when I saw him. The impressive thing about that was by the time I noticed him he was directly between the door and myself, and I was staring deeply into his naval. Startled, I fell backward onto the sidewalk.
“Please, stand. There is no need to grovel.” The man had a thick Hungarian accent and was quite nearly naked. “What was stolen must be stolen, lest it be stolen.” he stated cryptically, then promptly evaporated.
“GODDAMNIT!” I screamed. “You bastards just pop out of nowhere and assume I have a fucking clue about what you’re talking about! I swear, I’m going to freaking shoot the next vampire I see!”