Hannibal kept the gun level, sweeping it back and forth as the edged out of the door and down the hallway. Vampires were fast, but they couldn't outrun a bullet, only the human reaction time it took to fire one.

As if her talking about it had summoned them, two large dogs and a tiny Pomeranian rounded the corner.

"Those aren't bad dogs," he said. "Contrary to popular belief and their depictions in the media, they're-"

All three of the dogs opened their mouths, revealing seriously fucked up mouths and what could not be standard dental work for the animals.

"Fuck me, those are some very bad dogs," he said, already firing at them while he pushed the woman more firmly behind him.