Jason Todd

Jason walks near silently through the dark, winter forest. The deep snow muffles his footsteps while his eyes thoroughly scanned the thick treeline. His gun weighed heavy in his hands, silver bullets at the ready. It wouldn't necessarily kill, but it would hurt and give him the time to deliver the final blow. It was cold. Enough so that the forest animals refused to come out. It would be uncomfortable, even for a vampire. Especially one that was barefoot, based on the tracks left in the snow. The back of his neck prickles as if he's being watched. Jason slows, head turning to look directly at the vampire he'd been hunting. He raised his gun, aiming it between the vampire's (input the eye color you want) eyes.