The Insatiable2006

Strickland:
You know, you never asked me how I got in this wheelchair. It was 1972. I was 18 years old, with the Marines. We were five clicks outside of Plei Mei, real Indian country. And we came upon a Vietcong village... and everything was dead. Men, women, children. Arms and legs laying in piles next to a bonfire.

Harry Balbo:
Was it some kind of atrocity or...

Strickland:
Yeah, I guess you could say that. But it wasn't us. It wasn't them. It was *them*. A vampire. Asian male and his concubine. Long story short, we used every bit of firepower we had to put it down. Emptying full clips at a time into him. In the end, it took a flamethrower to kill it. We were beat to sh*t. Most of us were still alive. And that's when his girlfriend showed up. And this 90-pound female vampire wiped out my entire squad. I was the only survivor. She only hit me once. Broke my body like a toothpick. Well, I faked being dead, and when the fast mover showed up, air force with 500 napalm bombs, she went D.D. And the military, they healed my body, best they could... but they thought I'd cracked mentally. But the thing is... is I know what I *saw*. That's why I do all this. Look, Harry... you listen to me. Go find yourself a girlfriend, a hooker... I don't care. But then you steel yourself, and you go back to wherever it is you've got that b*tch stashed, and you finish what you've started. Because the longer this goes on, the stronger she gets and the weaker you become.