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Henry put his left thumb up to signal the oncoming truck he needed help but the trucker gave him a single horn to signal he couldn't. He sighed in disappointment before looking at his broken down sedan. He had been reincarnated into this world inside this sedan that only went twelve miles before breaking down, disheartening him. He was in the middle of nowhere with a goal he had to complete as part of his punishment. What kind of punishment? He had to go to fictional worlds the ROB chose for him and complete the missions he would be given. The punishment part was he would not be given any rewards for completing the missions. He was given two gifts before he came here, Deathstroke's powers, abilities and experience ingrained into his body and Romulus' powers, abilities and experience! His first mission was actually to kill all vampires in the TWD Universe. The year was 2010 se he had to hurry to Mystic Falls and gain his time for the perfect opportunity to strike.

Beep Beep

Another truck honked at him making him look up with some hope. The truck pulled over behind his sedan and a muscular trucker with a well kept long beard jumped out.

"What seems to be the problem?" he asked Henry who looked at his sedan's hood.

"Seems I'm out of water, the radiator is toast," he answered. "She's not going anywhere soon." The trucker asked him to open the hood and he complied. He took one good look and shook his head.

"Yep, she's grounded for now. I can't tow ya but I can take you to the next town if you's like," the trucker said, sadly.

"Beats just sitting on my thumbs here, I would like that very much," Henry told him. He took his two back packs from the back seat and followed the trucker into his truck.

"I'm Sam," the trucker introduced himself as Henry shook his hand.

"Henry, nice to meet you," Henry greeted him back. Sam took off, giving Henry's car one last look of pity. "You seem saddened more than I am."

"Yeah, something similar happened to me. When I came back she was stripped of parts, wheels and engine! Just felt you will definitely be coming back to the same scene," Sam answered. Henry looked at the sedan using his side's side mirror and kept from smiling knowing he had wiped every fingerprint on the car just in case, thus that car was never his to begin with. "Where were you going you couldn't stop to refill the water?"

"Mystic Falls, there's something there that my employer wants me to do or I will face the short end of the stick," Henry answered carefully, making sure he was telling the truth while hiding the truth! Sam scoffed at that.

"I hear ya, I know how high and mighty to hose slave drivers are. I quit to be come a trucker from a Lawyer Firm just because of my boss," Sam reminiscence, a small smile on his face.

"To be honest, I am to be blame, I called him a petty, oldest virgin in all history right in his face. Not my proudest moment," Henry said with a small chuckle hiding the guffaw that would have come out instead. But Sam right out laughed when he heard this.

"Oldest virgin in history, that is a good one," he sighed after a few minutes of laughing. "I wish I had thought of that when I was retiring."

The rest of the four and thirty eight minutes drive went on smoothly, the two men laughing and discussing life with each other. Sam pulled over in a gas station for Henry to get out.

"Nice meeting you, Henry. You made my day," Sam said, ecstatically.

"Thanks for the lift, Sam. Safe travels," Henry told him back. They waved each other goodbye and Henry headed to a diner while Sam drove off.

"How can I help ya?" the waitress asked when he sat down.

"I would like an apple pie and coffee. Put some milk in it and lots of sugar," he answered then saw a ring on her right hand middle finger. "Nice ring." Shea's taken a back by his complement before looking at the ring then back at him.

"It is, bought it from an overbearing hag," she answered dismissively. "Will that be all?"

"Yes, thank you," he answered as his mind went into overclock. He watched her every move, how she walked, talked to others, the tone she was using, used his sense of smell to take in her scent and immediately realized he has just met his first vampire.

"Well, this is a surprise," he told himself, chuckling a little bit. He looked at the silverware on the table then back at her. "I wonder how old she is. Is she old enough to dodge me or is she a new born that got lucky and got a daylight ring?" Looking around, he saw there were no CCTVs which made things easier for him. After five minutes, she came back with his order.

"Thank you," he said to her, sweetly. "Say, what time do you get off work?"

"Not for a while, I just started," she answered quickly and walked away. Henry looked at her walking away and smirked a little bit. She was totally a newborn vampire. This would make his work easier. He ate his apple pie and drank his coffee slowly, making a plan of what to do. When he was done, he paid and left a twenty for her tip before walking out of the cafe, going to the local mechanic.

"Hello?" he called out when he got inside the shop. A man slid out of under a car he was fixing and looked at him.

"Can I help you?" he asked, sitting upright on his roller board, going his oily hands with an even oilier cloth.

"Yeah. I was wondering whether you have a car for sale here. Mine broke down a couple miles that way and I'm sure I won't find it in one piece by now," Henry explained. The mechanic looked at him then smiled greedily.

"Sure, I have a car for sale out back," he said, getting up and signalled him to follow. They went behind the shop where old cars were parked in a row. He pointed at an old nissan pick truck. "That's the only one that's running." It didn't take a mechanic to know this truck would break down any time.

"Where's your car?" Henry asked, surprising the man. But, he still obliged him as he pointed at a 1998 black Impala parked beside the building.

"That will do nicely," Henry said before his hand shot out towards the mechanic, three metallic blade coming out of his knuckles and impaling the man's throat. His eyes widened in shock, pain and fear.

"Kurgh, w...w...why! Blurgh," he tried to say, only to end up coughing out blood. Henry sheathed the blades back into his body and the man's body fell to the ground, his hands trying to stop the bleeding.

"At first I was going to lure out the vampire using my blood but then you tried to con me with this car. I need you to stay alive longer for the blood to ooze more and the vampire will come, it always comes when there's so much blood. They are driven by hunger at this stage," Henry answered before going to hide. Using Deathstroke's experience, he lowered his heart rate to a point it was so low it was almost non existent. Now was the waiting game.

Nancy finished taking the orders of a couple new in town when a familiar scent hit her nose, blood. Her head automatically swang towards the garage where the smell was coming from and her mouth involuntarily watered.

"No, no!" she berated herself, putting her notebook down and running to the bathroom, locking herself inside. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and saw her eyes change. Her eyeballs turned red due to the blood vessels showing while her lower eyelids showed the many veins it hid from the world. Opening her mouth, four fangs slid out, a pair from each jaw. She quickly closed her eyes, gripping the sink so hard she broke it in pieces.

"I'm not a monster, I'm not a monster, I'm not a monster!" she repeated over and over again, gaining control of her urges. But the scent of blood wafted into her nostrils once again, making her feel even more hungry. She opened her eyes which showed savagely then she vamp sped out of the bathroom, cafe, across the small town as a blur and into the garage. There, she found Jeremy laying in a pool of his own blood, his hands clutching his neck, a terrified look on his face. As soon as she saw the blood, her hunger increased and she descended in him like a starve vulture. She scooped the blood on the floor with her hands, slurping on it from her fingers like a kid drinking the most sweetest honey in the world.

Henry saw her go at it with all her savagely and smiled grimly. Vampires are killers, he knew that. No matter how cool Damon or Stefan or Klaus seemed in the series, they are all killers. Now that he was in this universe with the mission to kill all vampires, he hard to let go of his braised notion towards the three and be ready to kill them when the time comes.

He got out of hiding, moving so silently even he himself could not hear his own footsteps. He approached the feeding vampire, his fists clenched. The blades came out slowly and silently and he slashed at her legs with his left hand, cutting them off with one move. Before she could even register what had just happened, Henry had cut off the arm with the daylight ring, making her fall face first onto the blood before she started screaming in pain. She started burning now that she wasn't been protected by the ring and Henry took a can filled with gas, made a trail with it up to her burning corpse from inside the garage, lighting it on fire too. Searching the burning corpse of the mechanic, he took his car keys, took his bags and got into the Impala, his burns already healed. He stroked the dashboard lovingly, a silly smile on his face.

"Daddy's home," he said, sweetly, to the car. He turned on the engine, heard it's roar with exhilaration, pressing the gas pedal twice to hear it roar. When he was satisfied, he drove it away, using a dirt road behind the garage.