Caught.

This hunter had done a poor job, not enough research. The idea to try to trap the beast in the storage unit was solid enough - a single point of entry, no witnesses - but had he expected it to be alone? Unprotected? Daniel doubted he even knew what the unit hid. The monster had enemies before the word "monster" came into the picture so literally.

The cluelessness was vaguely unsettling.

It was only a brief scuffle before Daniel had the hunter pinned hard against the door frame, handgun pressed under his jaw. The hunter's shotgun lay on the floor; Daniel kicked it out the door. A charm hanging around the hunter's neck kept the vampire away (although he was occupied in the back, anyway), so he tried an appeal to the fellow human.

"I-I wasn't going to hurt you, man. You can still get away. Run." He played convincingly at being worried for Daniel. His boots scraped against the concrete, arms pinned between his body and the wall.

Unmoved, Daniel pressed the barrel harder against his throat.

"Look, it...it's your boss? Your friend?" He scanned Daniel's reaction.

Daniel narrowed his eyes and tried to choke down his discomfort. This man leaving this room would only bring more trouble down the line, but this wasn't a regular enough occurrence to be easy.

"It'll hurt you. If it hasn't already, it's going to. Get away while you can," he pled, looking Daniel in the eye.

"Shut up," Daniel snipped, steadying his breath. He was the one who made things like this; it was how it had to be.

"Shit, okay, I get it, I think... I'm sure he was your friend, before. But he's- Your friend is gone. He was dead when he turned-"

No more words were exchanged. Daniel inhaled sharply, pulled back a step, pointed the gun to the hunter's chest, and pulled the trigger. His eyes snapped shut, but he heard the man slide down the wall with the desperate, pained wheeze of a man with a hole in his lung. Daniel knew it was less humane than the headshot, but the mess was easier to stomach.

Humane, stomach. Ha, ha, ha.

Daniel felt someone approach him from behind, unnaturally fast, drawn by the sound of the shot. Without looking back, he returned his gun to its holster and bent down to pull off the charm hanging around the hunter's neck. The man was in shock, bleeding and sputtering, but Daniel tried not to look him in the face as he scanned his person for any other charms or icons. After finding none, he chucked the charm out of the same crack in the door he'd kicked the shotgun through, then pulled the door shut. It wasn’t that often that his partner got the chance to suck somebody dry with relative impunity.
"It’s the guy who was tailing you." Daniel turned around in time to see Tennant cross him. "All yours, boss."

Tennant stopped his quick descent towards the dying man to meet Daniel's face. "Thanks, sweetie, but I wanted to make sure you were okay first."

He was the same as he always was, Daniel thought as he felt the soft graze of his partner's thumb across his face. Then he noticed that there had been a spot of blood on his face; he flushed when Tennant licked it off his finger.

"Undamaged, boss."

Tennant gave him a wicked grin, fangs and all, and ran the back of his hand along Daniel's cheek - an unmistakably fond gesture - before descending on the man slumped against the wall. Tennant crouched down and flipped the hunter around roughly to bear down on his neck from behind, and Daniel wondered whether that was to keep the face out of his sight, or to make it easier to hold him in place with a hand clamped over his mouth.

Daniel thought he heard a bone crack, then realized that he'd been filtering out the sound of cries until they stopped. Hm. Despite whatever part of him still found his partner alluring in this state, discomfort took over and he finally turned away. He leaned against the shut door and drew a cigarette, hoping it would still his shaking and calm his nerves. Who would care about smoking in the enclosed space? The vampire or the dead man with a lung full of blood anyway?

A joke. Ha ha ha.

Tennant wouldn’t notice him again till he'd had his fill, anyway. They'd finish what they were doing here, find a way to take care of the body, and go home. Daniel would pretend that what the hunter said hadn't gotten to him, but Tennant would notice and see him to bed with sweetness and reassuring touch.

Maybe what was really worrisome was that Tennant /was/ still himself in all this.