Bloodletter took a deep breath and suck the cold air into his lungs while watching a vampire male marching few steps ahead of him, moving with elegance and caution. They made no sound as they were approaching new alleys and dark paths in the city which looked nothing like Bloodletter has ever remembered. Before the whole trip he was told what to quite expect. Doggen had shown him some pictures and maps so he could at least a little orientate outside if the mansion. Even the blonde guy´s been explaining him few things, mostly in cases he saw Bloodletter was caught by something he didn´t knew. Of course, he loved to do it with arrogance and irony.

The man couldn´t be sure if the kid did it because of his "kind heart" or he was ordered to do so. Still he would bet on the second option. The only thing they had in common tonight was seek and destroy mode, they were both into. Bloodletter was straining his senses to the maximum, hungry for blood so was the blonde guy. Time to time he unwittingly reached to his black coat slightly touching his new weapon. Once while doing that, he was seen by the act. The other vampire smirked. His neon green-blue eyes shining through the night.
"I see you got a gift."
"True," agreed Bloodletter.
"Show me," it was more of demand than suggestion. Swear to Maker, Bloodletter would never do that, if it wasn´t for a kid´s sincere expression, same fascinated as Bloodletter´s by the precious work of his son.
He held a weapon for him to take it.
"Hell, this is perfect."
He pretended to attack an invisible enemy in front of him, then threw the blade a little in the air catching it with other hand.
"It was designed for you," he said not surprised, "I guess it is well balanced."
"It is."

It had also a longer blade than daggers made for Brotherhood, also a different style and design, but it was not less impressive.
Blondie returned the gift.
"You like long weapons?" It was a nice try for a something different than a deathly silence.
"Yes, I also like guns since your brother showed me how to shoot and not just how to be shot."
"Yeah," they concurred in this, "Butch is hella of teacher."

They moved again. The phone – another new and disturbing thing for Bloodletter, went off and blondie picked it up only to learn that they were on the same line with Zsadist and his brother Phury who hadn´t find any lessers as well. They weren´t able to reach Vishous and Butch. Suddenly few minutes after their last call, they stopped with expectation, smelling the sweet scent in the breeze and there was not a chance they would miss this opportunity. They moved together as one - fast forward, looking for a source and something to kick.
"Hellooooo, boys," the kid welcomed new appearing lessers with a fake warm embrace as soon as he got a glimpse of them on the other side of the street. Pale forms turned their way. Bloodletter felt pumped up with emotions waiting for him to release them on everything and everyone who stood in front of him.
"I´ll take the one on the right," he heard himself talk and making the first step on the same time.
He didn´t heard any response. And in that exact situation he didn´t care.

Next second he was pulling out his blade and jumping towards the enemy kicking the first one with a force, which made the son of a bitch hit the wall of the building behind him. He however recovered quickly - the old recruit he was. It only brought a smile on Bloodletter´s face. After all he wanted a fight not a punching bag. The lesser stepped aside. Bloodletter saw him pulling something from his jacket. This time he didn´t just stand on the place, but he kicked the thing out of his hand before it could be used against him and threw himself on the stinking figure.
He used his fists the most time, not noticing they were a total mess after few hits. His delirium was almost too strong for him to even look up, when another one came quietly with a knife in his hand right behind blondie, who was preoccupied with his own pale ghost throwing punches just the same way as Bloodletter was.

He had no time to warn the kid. It took only three seconds for Bloodletter to stand up from a lying lesser beneath him, but it wasn´t enough to avert the connection. The third bastard picked the knife just in time, when blondie spotted a threat. The only thing he could do to avoid the stab to his back was to turn to the left. The knife still cut him, but it was always a better option than a straight impact. That one quick slip of attention, when Rhage´s face grimaced with pain, gave his first opponent a needed advantage. He kicked his right leg and made him kneel on the ground with a cracking sound. Bloodletter ran towards the third lesser, the one with a knife, leaving his own lying unconscious behind. He hit him with his chest and shoulders in the way they were both flying two meters away to the nearby wall. He knocked a breath out of himself and of his enemy too. The lesser stayed on the ground shaken and vulnerable.

A bubble sound escaping his mouth when the long dagger met his chest.
Bloodletter turned around ready to jump on the last one, except he was already down next to blondie´s feet.
"You´re alright, kid?"
Bloodletter watched his face. He was clinging into the near brick holding his side and standing only on one leg. When he wanted to approach him, he put up his hand to stop him.
"No," he breathed out, "don´t… come… closer…"
Suddenly Bloodletter remembered on the warning he got, it was clear, why was brother clenching his fists so much his knuckles became white.
"Come on, kid, you´re not going to eat me. I know you don´t like me and you are right about this, I am not tasty at all."
There was a glimpse of smirk immediately disappearing. Bloodletter knew he could breathe it out. He had that pleasure in the past to meet some similar creatures inside of the men. He knew when the man lost the control for good. This was not the case.
"We need to get you home. Your leg is broken."
Blondie looked down, his breathing getting steady.
"Don´t call… me… kid. I have… a name."
"Can I come now?" asked Bloodletter swallowing a "kid" word.
He nodded.
"Take… my phone, call… Vishous. I lost.. it… somewhere… here…"
Bloodletter found a phone left on the ground on the other side of the alley – had to be dropped out when they started to run. He held it in his hand. Gazing. Shaking it. Ending cursing in old language which could be easily translated in brotherhood´s English as: "What the hell is this demonic shit?"

OOO

"Yeah. Ok. I´m going to call the boys, we are there in a minute."
Vishous put his phone down and looked at Butch. "I think someone just found out how to make a phone call." Cop smiled.
"Rhage is out," V explained in a next moment, "he has a broken leg and is bleeding from his side. We need to get there with a car." He switched another number.
"Phury? Are you good? Could you dematerialize to escalade and take it to Rhage? Cop just sucked up his second lunch, we have to walk. Yeah. No, we´re fine. Yes, he is there with him. Meet you there."
Vishous put away the phone.

"Is it serious?" asked Butch a little green in the face holding his stomach with a shaking hand.
"I don´t think so, but one never knows. Can we go?" He offered him his hand to hang onto him, cop took it without bitching around.
"Hope, their bastards have more to say."

In the time they got into place, Rhage was already sitting in the back of the black car, engine screaming, with Zsadist driving away like a madman. Phury, Lethre, Vishous and Butch remained silent deciding which lesser comes first for a little talkie.
"I think this one isn´t going to say anything."
Butch bent over the one with the face similar to a mash. The motherfucker was moving with his mouth but nothing could come out. Cop could think about several reasons. Maybe no teeth left?
"Take those two."

He kneeled down. The lesser´s eyes filled with fear. His body started to make pathetic attempts to flee from what was coming. No easy way out for you, buddy.
"Say goodbye to Butch," he smiled and started to inhale. After he was done, he coughed several times trying to push away the need to throw up. The rest of the stinking trash was made to look on the whole process by Phury and Lethre, who were holding them by their throats.
"So… who is next?" asked Butch slowly standing up on his feet.
"Screw you, Dhestroyer," spat the lesser next to Phury.
"You? Look, V, I´m already popular. He even knows my name."

Butch was doing his best not to show how fucked up he was. Not tonight. They needed to scare the bastards. They needed information. He walked towards Phury.
"Maybe you would like to skip the eating part and tell us what you know about missing girls." The lesser laughed showing his rotted teeth.
"What girls? The one we´ve had raped and killed? Those girls. Yes, they were so…" he couldn´t say more, because of the fist colliding with his face. Vishous had thrown another one, and one more just to cool himself down.
"What about now telling the truth?"
Lesser spat a black blood on the ground. "Go to hell."

"You know, we still have your friend here, I would take the chance if I were you."
He was no new recruit. Neither one of them was. They were scared to die, but not that scared to give them what they wanted. The Brotherhood could beat them as long as there wasn´t a sun looking down on them, still it would made in no results. Butch found a solution, despite he knew V will not like it. He bet everything on the last shitbag, which seemed to be the most faint-hearted of the trio.
"He is going to talk, I know he will." They were standing away from a hearing.
"Butch, you are aware of that how you will look after you would take another one. It would be third. You can barely walk right now. He won´t take the bait, if he´ll see you in that state. He will know, you can´t take him in. It can´t work."

V´s point was based on the fact Butch won´t be able to take all four of them counting the one he inhaled before when they were alone. But cop wanted to do just that tonight, even when he didn´t say it clearly.
"Just trust me in this, ok?"
He looked right into V´s diamonds eyes, seeing how his lips made a straight line. He didn´t agree.
"Whatever, cop. I´ll hope you know what you´re doing. I´m calling Zsadist to come back with a damn car."

Butch let Vishous go hoping he quessed his skills right and finally turning towards Phury and Lethre.
"You won´t talk? Well, ok." He bent over the fucker and did the same as before. The last one was crying like a baby while he witnessed what was happening with his pale friend. Butch tried not to collapse the same second he ended. His head was spinning so much he had to hold to the ground to somehow stand up. Lethre helped him. For the first time Butch saw he was completely stunned by what was going around him.
"No, don´t come closer! No!" the lesser continued in screaming till Lethre punched him in the jaw, so Butch could talk. His voice a lot of weaker than three minutes ago.
"Tell us… now!"
"I don´t know… I don´t know anything! Please! No!"
Butch fell to his knees in front of the lesser. Phury using a choke hold looked up to Lethre standing next to a cop.
"Don´t play… with me…"
The motherfucker shook his head. "I´m not! I swear!"

Butch swallowed hard. His hands were trembling, when he grabbed the motherfucker.
"Maybe I could eat just a half of you, so you can speak…" He opened his mouth, not truly sure, what he was about to do and if what he just said was even possible.
"Fuck you. To hell with you all," screamed lesser, "you´re gonna die, all of you, the brotherhood will end and there will be no one to stop us, you´re gonna die, no! Your friend is first! He is first!"
He had his eyes closed so he didn´t see Butch was no more ready to suck up his soul.
"What did you… say? What friend?"
Nothing just cries came in return.
"Answer!" Butch hit him hard, his fingers screaming in pain immediately. "Answer, motherfucker! What are you planning?"

Someone pulled a knife to his cheek and cut deep.
"Who is it?! Is it Vishous?! Talk!" The lesser glanced to Butch´s brown eyes full of fury.
"He is going to die, warrior. He is first. And you can´t do anything… can´t do anything."

Butch´s vision got blurred and when it abruptly cleared few second later, he saw Lethre shooting the bastard´s leg twice. After that only more nonsense came out of its filthy mouth.
It was the only option.
He already did it few times.
He sucked those shits in and saw things, things he tried to stay aways from, so they won´t drag him away.
He needed to know.
Cop leaned forward, decided. "As you wish." He opened his mouth.

"What the fuck do you think you´re doing?!" The strong hands grabbed him by his shoulders roughly pulling him back. "No hell I´m going to allow you to take this one!"
Butch shook of the diziness from the sudden moving."V, I know I can, you have to let me!" The more time it took, the less truth it was.
"No way!" repeated Vishous.
Butch met his eyes for a second. He saw there every emotion V was made of. Aggression, violence, hatred, pride and… fear...
"Trust me. You have to… let me… try…"
They eyed each other. V shook his head. Said something Butch would never imagine. "Ok. I trust you."
Butch smiled. It was as weak as he felt. He could do it. Now or never.
He dip down into lesser´s being. Down to very core. Filling himself with the trash. Looking for what he wanted. Digging deeper and deeper. He was almost there. Almost got it. He wanted to open his eyes.

But suddenly there was nothing but darkness.