A page and a half of a Vampire getting hurt a whole lot

Porci Jenson bolted around a darkened alley corner and feinted to the left of a large, rusty dumpster. He slid to its stinky side and pulled the sledge hammer out of his backpack, letting it lightly clink on the ground so as to make sure he didn't go unnoticed. The awful thing following him bolted straight over the dumpster and sat still for a moment, confused. For half a second it assumed that the child had escaped, but a rough scraping noise behind it instinctively made it jump back. It was slightly too late, as the sledgehammer came down on its pale face instead of the top of the skull as Porci had hoped. It screamed in pain, falling back into a pile of garbage cans and getting a foul-smelling substance all over its head. Covering its face with one hand, it threw the other out as a sign of surrender. Porci flattened it against the pavement, a grim frown on his face. He took a bronze peg and bolted the arm to the concrete floor.
“That was so easy.” Porci said, a little surprised. The screaming thing in front of him scrambling away from him, tearing its hand apart.
“Nuh-uh. Stay there, fuckface.” And he brought the massive hammer down again, a bloody crunch erupting from his foes leg. It howled, terrified and in gret pain and angry. Porci spat on it and kicked some more garbage its way.
“You!”-kick-”Think!”-kick-”We're!”-”Done!?” Porci screamed, and shoved the top of the steel heading into its stomach. More pale skin showed, and the beastie lowered its face-hand to try to push steel out of its gut. Porci could see its fangs now.
“Oooh, poor idea, sport. I would've just left you here for the sun to be sure. Now you've just saved me some worry.”
Porci pulled a pepperbox pistol out of his nylon jacket, released the safety, and blasted each of the Vampire's legs off with three deafening BOOM!'s, the 60$-a-piece cartridges leaving a white hot combination of rocksalt, battery acid and thermite where large chunks of flesh weren't thrown clear.
“That and worse.” Porci muttered, tears streaming down the vasmpires face.
“Hold still and quiet down and you might unlive to feed again.” Porci said calmly. The thrashing subsided, and the wailing lowered into a series of horrendous moans. Porci was lying, of course. The second his hammer connected with the monster's face he'd decided no information was worth getting out of it. He'd just hurt it and kill him. It.
“WHY?” It screamed at him. Porci rummaged for a long-handled wrench, his head-covering mask, a smaller ball-peen hammer and some needles. He grabbed a few rogue cigarettes and lay them in his toolpile, grabbing for his lighter. The vampire made a move for the stake so Porci viciously started hitting it in the ribs with the small hammer. It bled through the grimy hoodie it had on and began moaning again. It stopped paying attention to him and curled into a ball, stumps of its legs slowly regeneration and its fastened hand bleeding. Porci grabbed the lighter, which had clattered to the ground, and lit a cigarette.
“Ya know, these are only for special occasions.” He said. The Vampire ignored him.
“And tonight is a very special occasion...” Porci slowly slid towards the crumpled figure, pulling the mask over his face and leading with the wrench. The Vamp noticed at the last second as the wide jaws of the wrench clenched its jaw and tore out three teeth with a sickening crack.
“DON'T FEED ON KIDS.”
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“DON'T FEED ON KIDS.”
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“DON'T-”
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“FEED-”
cra- Porci's last pull was cut short when the beast's free hand punched him in the stomach, sending him into a nearby wall. Before he had even hit it the wrench was in both hands and he leaned forwards, the impact knocking the breath out of him as he let the eight of the wrench bring him forward and down onto the Vamp's head. And again. And again. This wasn't because Porci had lost it, he had just realized torturing the wretched thing was not his style. He didn't like how weak it became. He pulled the thermos full of blessed hot garlic soup and down it on the twithing monster's chest, a stomach churning stench rising and its skin bubbled and sloughed off. Porci grabbed the pistol, which had fallen on the ground, and reloaded it with what he called 'Eco-Friendly ratshot', four cartridges of bundled special nigh-unbreakable tooth picks that, when used in conjunction with the active active ingredient in his soup (acid and Jesus smiles) worked just as well as any full-sized wooden stake. He fired a volley point blank, the small wooden sticks jutting out in small, puckering craters. Porci sat for a moment and gathered his things, throwing the half-smoked cigarette on his victim and dumping the remaining Garlic water on any remaining gory bits strewn about. There was a sound similar to a teapot warming up, a high-pressure scream, then a series of pops and what Porci was sure the sound of those big winter coats swishing, but just for a second, and then the Vamp was gone, dust in the wind. He made a raspberry at it and sighed, a small head rush coming on. He checked the clock on his phone.
“2:48.” He said to no one in particular. “Fuck this. I'm sleeping in a hotel.” He patted down the dusty clothes and found about 400$, a little baggie of weed (stolen, since Vamps can't smoke) and a small, elaborate badge. Porci pocketed all of these things, too tired to examine the badge, and shuffled back into the street, a foul fog rising from some nearby sewer grates. He spotted the wide, bright letters of a fancy hotel towering over some small buildings not three blocks away and slowly slid his feet there, holding the backpack in a free hand while he texted home
'out L8 w/ the guys, soz wont be home b4 afternoon.' He clicked the 'send' button and powered the phone off. The night had been generous to him. His first real vamp kill, horrible as it was, had left him satisfied. Porci new he would sleep soundly that night.