The vampire reclined on the grassy hillside, sunglasses over his eyes to protect them from the lights flaring across the starry sky. Even so he was half-blinded by the next explosion, so he didn’t see the human lower himself onto the grass beside him. The man wore black, with silver rings and silver earrings and a silver cross around his neck, and a pouch of silver bullets with a silver pistol attached to his belt. There was a moment of tense silence, and then they nodded carefully to each other, turning their attention back to the heavens.
There could be no enemies under that firework-lit sky.