A/N: Aren't our priorities fucked? I can put any amount of disturbing violence, any amount of language, or drugs, any amount of torture in here and they can't do shit. But if I have two of my characters have sex once then the story goes down. It amuses me so much. Same thing with the real world. Violence is fine, but people have sex, the act that's mandatory to our survival, and people flip. Oh right, the story, sorry. Got caught up. Anyhow, the reason the above is there is because the following chapter is very, very violent. So yeah, here's your useless warning (cuz if you're reading this story, you read the first one, right? So why am I bothering to warn you?) this chapter introduced the new personality that you briefly met before (Vlad) and this is what he can do. ((huggles Vlad)) You all had better review, I got this up in record time with only several reviews!

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At first I thought an entirely new personality had taken over from where Vlad had left off. Gone was the polite, composed man that had seemed so calm.

Vlad was moving scarily quickly. He was moving at a speed that most humans never achieve. And the thing was, he was human. It wasn't the blood, he was just that fast. He was moving like he was fluid, and the woman was in hysterics.

"What are you doing!" she screamed. "Stop it!"

As all blade wounds are, the very first second was white flesh, the kind that is not the flesh on the outside of our skin. It's the flesh that tells you you're gone somewhere that you shouldn't be. Then the blood filled in. Fresh blood isn't dark, it's bright red. And it is beautiful.

Two cuts graced her chest, the material of her blouse peeling down, exposing the white flesh. Three were on her face: The first cut on her cheek, then one on the opposite cheek, and one that cut across the first cut, forming a crooked X.

Vlad licked the drops of blood that dripped down the blade, slowly, sensually. His tongue traced the blade's edge, to the very tip. He laughed, and more blood had gathered in his mouth. He had sliced his own tongue.

Vlad knocked her down to the floor, bloodied knife in hand, pinning her with his own body to the floor. Lying on top of her, he ripped any material in his way to the side, and drew a long line of red just below her collarbone, slowly, drawing it out. Then he traced the line with his tongue, and when he lifted his head, licked his lips. My eyes followed the drops of crimson that threatened to fall from his mouth that he caught with his tongue. He grinned, staring down at her with those crazed eyes, and Marion shoved him off of her, but not quickly, and she stumbled to her feet. She backed away, tripping over nothing, attempting to cover her chest.

"I am not after your flesh, Marion," Vlad said. "Flesh is a barrier to the fluid with in, a container of the most amazing substance on this Earth. But that is all it is."

"You're insane!" she said hoarsely.

"Just noticed, have you?" He said lightly, smiling. "Come here, Marion. I'm not done with you."

The woman shook her head, backing up further.

Vlad closed his eyes and smiled. "I can smell you, Marion. I could find you with my eyes closed."

"You – you freak!" Her eyes were impossibly wide, showing too much white. She was edging towards The Wall.

"If it's a chase you want, I'd be happy to partake, but otherwise, you will stop edging towards that katana," Vlad said. "It would get in the way. If you must get a weapon I would suggest something smaller."

Marion, one arm across her chest, breathing heavily, lunged for the katana.

He hit her at a dead run, tackling her to the floor and knocking the blade out of her hand. He lowered his mouth to the X on her cheek and spoke against the bloodied flesh. "It was a pleasure meeting you, though I am certain it will be an even greater pleasure to finish this and never see you again."

Vlad struck again and again, literally hacking her into bits, and he was laughing all the way, almost silently, but everyone in the room heard it just fine. Hot, fresh blood sprayed from beneath her skin, falling to land on me. It was only a bit; the rest belonged to Vlad. It only let me realize how close I was, and that I hadn't remembered getting there.

"GodJesusMaryandJoseph!" she screamed in one word as he ripped her clothing to bits with his knife. He rolled them over, and you couldn't tell that he was unharmed. He was smeared with her blood. Not just covered or smeared as in, he's lying on her and blood is spraying into his face. He was rubbing himself into her wounds, still laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world. He was rubbing against her like he was a cat and she was his favorite person, rubbing his face, his hair, his entire body into the blood. It was an honest to Lucifer blood bath.

Vlad's hair was standing up in a dozen different directions, stiff with blood, his face was smeared with it, his eyes were wild, bright, he was licking the blood from her. From her face, her stomach, her arms, her neck, her breasts: everywhere.

But most interesting of all, it wasn't sexual. It was and it wasn't. He didn't want to fuck her, he wasn't even kissing her, or touching the places a man would. It was the blood he wanted. The body was an outlet for it and so he loved her body, but most of all I knew it was the blood he would die for.

She started shouting out the Lord's Prayer, in between several other choice words (God, help me! Nooo!).

"My Lord is my shepherd, I shalt not want, he maketh me to – " Vlad reached into her mouth, grabbed her tongue, dug his nails in to keep hold on it, and cut it off. Didn't talk to her, just cut her tongue out and screamed in her face. Not like he was angry or scared shitless and in tons of pain like she was, an insane, wild scream in her face while his grin split in face, tongue out of his mouth, the epitome of insanity. She screamed even louder. Tongue cut out, she could not speak, but damn, could she scream.

"MARION!" Her husband tried to move towards her, dragging himself by his arms, grunting in pain.

"Shut up," Hades said. "I want to hear her scream."

"Bastard! Let her go! LET HER – "

"Shut the fuck up!"

Her husband found that he could no longer speak around the centipedes and various insects crawling in and out of his mouth. Apparently they were in his throat, too, because he couldn't make any sort of noise. His eyes were bulging out of their sockets, as he clawed at his throat, as though someone had their hands around his neck. Well, that was one way to shut someone up. I glanced to Hades, but he was ignoring the man (now writhing on the ground with more and more various small creatures making themselves known) and was watching the woman.

Her mouth filled with blood, and she started choking. Vlad held her head down with both of his hands and descended on her mouth.

I glanced over at Hades. His mouth was open, though I doubted it was with surprise. He grinned at me, slapped his thigh, laughed, silver eyes (glowing like they did when he was around this much blood and violence) never leaving Vlad. "Who the fuck knew he had it in him!"

I grinned and turned back to Vlad.

Marion, the woman, was way beyond the point where she should have passed out. Her blood was all over her destroyed skirt and tattered blouse (bloody rags) and had leaked to the floor, but most of it had gone into Vlad and onto him, judging by the dark stain of blood that was all over his lips, tongue, and chin. All over all of him, actually.

"You force fed her a potion, didn't you," I said to Hades, and it wasn't a question.

"What do you take me for? Of course I did," Hades answered, both of our eyes still on Vlad, who was slitting her wrists as her head turned weakly from side to side.

"Wouldn't want her to run out of blood, now would we?" Hades asked rhetorically.

"No," I answered. "We sure as Hell wouldn't."

"I want to try something." Hades enclosed a jagged piece of glass to her. "Don't want to take the fight out of you just yet." He touched the center of her chest, and Vlad turned to him and hissed, turned to something animalistic and demonic, that had nothing to do with the demon blood still burning inside of him.

"Relax, I'm gone." Hades returned to where he had been before.

Marion started to come back some, and though she didn't use it to its best ability, attacked him with the large shard of broken glass. Why he didn't just give her a knife, I don't know.

He just laughed even harder and let her, sawing through the bone. She bit him and he ignored her, systematically cutting into the places where the blood would flow from fastest.

He moved to the inside of her elbows, and then closed his eyes briefly, savoring the moment, and grinned. In a near blur of movement he stabbed violently at her, everywhere, sticking the knife into her with the soft, wet sound of flesh being penetrated. Then he would twist it in all the way and drag it out in a line, though I noticed he avoided a few places. Her stomach, for example. Lot more than blood in there if you cut that deep, and it doesn't smell so nice.

Blood was actively flowing from him to her now, their blood mixing from where she had slashed him, or stabbed him in panicked thrusts. He didn't notice. A jagged glass shard bigger than his hand, stuck into him over and over again, though of course not anywhere near as brutal as he was mutilating her, and he never once showed any sign of caring. He wasn't a masochist, he just did not care about enough pain to make another scream, or at least cry out. And if I knew Hades, the glass had been dipped in something nasty.

Hades walked over to Vlad and his victim, and knelt beside them.

"Hey, you," he said. "Marion. Still think your God's gonna save ya?"

She couldn't speak, and was reduced to pain-filled whimpers and moans by now, coupled with the occasional shriek and scream of agony.

Hades ran his hand over her cheek, and she flinched. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "See, personally; while your kid got fucked and got her intestines ripped out; while your husband got his mouth stapled and then his legs broken; while you got your tongue ripped out, and while you got turned into a bunch of profusely bleeding, screaming steak, I never saw one angel come to even comfort you. Did you?"

Her tears ran faster down her crimson cheeks, tears mingling with the much more abundant liquid to become a watery red. She stared hopelessly up at him, and it was enough. No, she hadn't.

"Didn't think so," Hades smirked.

Vlad whipped around to face him. He snarled, literally snarled, and his teeth were bloodstained. He didn't speak, but it was impossible to misunderstand what he meant. I've had it with you. Back the fuck off before I cut you up, too.

Hades grinned. "I'm gone, swear it. This is your future being written, I would never interrupt."

The demon sniffed the air, and looked wistfully at the bleeding body. "She smells delicious. Pity."

Hades stood, and backed off, leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, sucking the blood off of his fingers. "Do continue."

Vlad ignored him. I don't think a spoken language of any kind was going to register in that head of his right now.

Vlad looked down at her, and she was just looking up at him. Tired. Hurt. Without her most important defense: her faith. And yet she was still clearly terrified, shaking, and couldn't seem to stop crying. She was whimpering, turning her face from side to side as if that would somehow allow her to escape.

Compared to what Vlad did next, he had been calm before. Before he had been mutilating her, and it had seemed like he was going crazy. Now it was enough like Hades could be that if I was any different it would have been scary. There was not a breath between his slashes, and he had pulled her to her feet, she was moving, she was trying to run and defend her body from the blows at the same time, while crying out, and stumbling because it hurt much too much to stand.

I wish you could have seen it. He had stopped laughing now. He was grinning that grin that we can get that makes it look like our faces are going to split. His tongue was out of his mouth, catching the blood as it flew from the air, flicking in and out to lick the blood flowing from each newest wound. Blood was…everywhere. His arms darted in and out, his body moving in and out of the space right next to Marion, almost a blur, hacking, slicing, to the music of shrieking and the screams of her long forgotten husband, who was watching all of it with a horror stricken look on his face and silent tears running down his cheeks. Maybe he really had loved her.

He seemed to be okay, other than his previous injuries and the fact that his wife was a bloody pile of meat. Meaning the insects were gone. Hades didn't care if he spoke now, apparently.

The final blows were fitting ones. A long line from her forehead to between her thighs, not cutting her in half, but I could see bone. Bone, muscle, but he had still impossibly avoided intestine. An endless spray and leakage of blood. Then he cut across her upper body, right above her breasts. The final cuts were in the shape of the cross.

Vlad lay across her body, and licked what must have been her face a final time. He started laughing, and it became silent, until his entire body was shaking with it. He curled up next to the body, resting his head on her mostly bare ribcage, smiling.

"Shit," Hades said admiringly. "That was fucking amazing, Vlad."

"Was it not?" he replied passively.

She didn't look like a person. She looked like something that might have once been identifiable, but you could never tell now. She looked like she had been put in a giant blender. The only thing that didn't quite match was her stomach and a little lower. Remember, if you cut those areas too deep it doesn't smell very nice, and it tastes even worse. Vlad was after blood, and blood alone. Marion had been reduced to looking like so much meat. Meat that had short red hair, no longer blond, and blue eyes, and the broken and bloodied chain of a once golden cross around her neck. In her out stretched hand lay the shard of glass. I understood now why it had been glass. Her hand was cut to the bone, and not from Vlad, the glass embedded in it. She had to care about hurting Vlad enough to use it in the first place. Judging by how deep the wounds were, she had gripped it in a literal death grip.

"Marion! MARION!" screamed her husband. "No!"

Vlad looked to the body and to her husband. "I'm sorry. This must be rather upsetting for you."

"My Rachel, my…Marion!" he moaned. I assumed Rachel had been his child. "My beautiful girls…Oh, God…"

His eyes were shut, and I realized he was crying, silently. He let out a drawn out, high pitched sound that there is no word for in the English language. His misery had degraded to those high screams, crying so hard he was literally screaming.

Vlad was up and standing over him within the minute. Covered in blood, hair sticking up on end, but no longer grinning. Eyes cold and dead, he said, "I am going to have to ask you to stop that."

"You son of bitch! You dirty, sick, fucking bastard!" George screamed. Legs still broken, he crawled forward on his elbows. "I'll kill you!"

"Unless I'm sadly mistaken, I doubt your god would approve of you killing me," Vlad said idly. "But you can try if you really want to."

The grieving man let out a rage filled scream and swiped at Vlad's feet. Vlad jumped, dodging them easily and grabbed the man's head in his hands. "Stop that noise," he commanded.

The husband screamed louder, if possible, swinging wildly at the blood soaked maniac that just moments ago had been mutilating his wife.

"Fine," Vlad said, and head still cradled in his hands, twisted sharply, snapping his neck. Silence filled the dungeon, the distant echo of screams echoing off the walls.

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A/N: AGH! I got so hyper writing this! bounces Even though I envy Vlad so much…I love him! He's my favorite personality, and one of my favorite characters. nods Please tell me what you thought! I'm anxious to see whether I captured the moment and such okay. I'm used to Vlad being a separate person and blond (don't ask) so I had to keep reminding myself he looked like Harry. I wanted to capture Vlad perfectly. And I had the image quite clearly in my mind, even the sounds, so I hope I got it all down! You all had better review, I got this up in record time and there weren't too many reviews, either! Review!