Vlad:
"Vlad! Vlad!" My eyes open to see Henry and an unconscious Otis being dragged out the door. Henry is screaming my name. Knowledge starts getting back to me. Everyone and everything I know about anything runs through my head- giving me a splitting headache. I also feel a lot of pain from my wrist, and my stomach. Most of all, I am way, way thirsty.
"Vlad!" One second they're here, and the next they're gone. Okay, now I just need to remember what happened over the past couple of days. One name pops straight into my head: Callidus. He tricked me. And now he has Henry and Otis. Who knows what evil, sadistic, twisted, diabolical and horrific plan he has with them? But first…
Feeling all my strength returning, I rip that stupid watch from my wrist. It's not pretty what I see under it. I'm about to break it, but I stop myself. I'll need this to get to that freaky secret agency building. After I'm finished with Callidus, then I'll tear this thing to pieces.
I already know what door they're in. It's actually really obvious. This guy isn't very smart. There are tall and strong guards guarding the door. With my vampire speed, I punch them both in the stomach and whack them good on the head, so they won't attack me. I can hear Callidus's voice through the door.
"I'll get back to Vladimir later. You two must be punished, so you don't interfere with my plans again." Then screaming occurs. No. Opening the door, I yell,
"NO!" Callidus jumps at my protest.
"How nice of you to join us, Vladimir. I thought that you'd be dead by now. It was your darling uncle, wasn't it?" His knife heads toward Otis, I'm not going to let that happen.
"Don't touch him! Don't touch either of them! This is between you and me. Let them go!" He laughs his evil laugh. Man, this guy's such a stereotype. Evil laugh (for the thousandth time)? I mean come on!
"As much as I'd love to accept your offer, I can't. I enjoy my job a little too much." I run for him, but then he grabs Henry by the hair, "Don't come any closer, or your friend dies here and now." Great. Now he's using Henry against me. I observe him. He has a lot of cuts on his arms and face. Some are filled with fresh blood, some dried. How much did they have to go through to save me? The more I think about it the more my gut burns with guilt.
"Could you be more pathetic? You're just like a bad guy in those old cartoons; don't you have anything new?" That gets to him. He throws Henry to the floor and jumps to me. I quickly avoid his pounce. I try my best to keep myself from laughing. His face is going red.
"Trust me, Vladimir; you do not want to mess with me."
"And trust me when I say, you NEVER want to mess with me." We get into a brawl in the room. He punches me, I kick him. This is just like a movie. He grabs his knife and stabs my arm-my bad arm- to the ground, holding me down. I scream.
"Please, Vlad. You're in weak shape, and I have more weapons than you could imagine. Face it, you're hopeless." Pain throbs from my arm; blood is oozing out of it. Henry's lying on the floor, next to Otis. They both look miserable. They're both in pain because of me. This guy's going to get it.
"What kind of vampire are you?" I always know my eyes flash purple when anyone asks me that. I kick him off of me, crashing him into the computer. I take his knife out of my arm and throw it next to him for a warning. The wound is already starting to heal. I smell his blood. It's excited with fear. My fangs escape from my gums in intense thirst. I want to suck him dry so badly. But I can't. I vowed I wouldn't drink from another human again. Then Snow enters my mind. Sweet, innocent, delicious… No! I can't let those thoughts take me over. Callidus sees my thirsty look.
"You're not thirsty, are you Vlad?" What's he planning? "You're welcome to take a bite out of me." No. I can't. I can't… "I insist. You must be absolutely famished from all the blood loss, the people all around you…" This guy is really getting on my nerves. He'd better watch it… "Please Vlad." He gets up and starts walking towards me, inviting me to dine on him. What's his problem? Doesn't he know he'll die? I realize I'm already running to him, then I take a bite.
Right after a pain fills my throat. Burning like fire. Garlic. It's garlic. That's why he wanted me to taste him; he knows I'll die. I fall to my knees, clutching my stomach. All I hear is his laugh, and he whispers close to my ear, "You've lost." The last thing I see is Otis beating the crap out of him. Then a wave of death takes me in.
