Barrett saw Damien kneeling over what was left of Moktel and wisely decided
to hide behind a nearby oak tree.
"Moktel! MASTER! Are you alive? Please answer me…" Damien pleaded.
"…My boy…remember what happened to me…don't let the same thing happen to you. Don't let your own power go to your head. Don't forget to gauge your opponents strengths…but never forget their weaknesses…you are a Cappadocian, boy. Kill everyone you meet, and bring knowledge of this place back to your clan…kill them, kill them a…"
Moktel was suddenly interrupted by the cough of a machine gun. Damien watched in horror as ragged holes appeared in his sire's face, one for each crack of a gun. Soon, all that was truly left of Moktel's head was a stain in the grass and various chunks of flesh nearby. Damien snapped his head in the direction that the gunshots were coming from, blind rage in his eyes, and tears leaking down his face.
"Holy shit…your eyes…" Barrett stammered.
"Yes? What about them? Perhaps you see your death in them? Because I guarantee you that is what I am."
Damien's long, black hair flowed out behind him as he began a spell meant to paralyze Barrett. Suddenly his concentration was broken by a sharp crack, and he shut his eyes as a sharp pain hit his stomach, and shot out to various parts of his abdomen. Opening his eyes, he looked down to see blood leaking out of a wound in his stomach.
"Hell no, man. You ain't bringin' me down today!" Barrett cried.
"Is this the best you got? Hell, this'll only take a second to finish then." Damien taunted.
Inserting his fingers into the wound, he reached and pulled out a small chunk of lead. The wound immediately began to seal itself. A look of surprise and fear crossed Barrett's face as he continued to pump more rounds into Damien. Damien simply smiled, showing brilliant white teeth, and began to walk towards Barrett.
"Oh yeah? Let's see how you like this then!"
Barrett began readying himself for his Catastrophe limit break. Damien just continued to smile, and crossed his arms over his chest. Barrett shot his gun into the ground, and slowly began to levitate from the recoil. Soon, he was about 10 feet in the air. Laughing, he shot a blast of super- heated plasma at Damien. After a few seconds, he was done, and came back down to the ground. When the dust cleared, however, there was Damien, with no harm done.
"What the…?" was all Barrett could say.
Damien didn't answer. He simply bowed.
"FUCK YOU!!" Barrett screamed.
He began unloading ammo at surprising speeds at Damien, not caring much for accuracy. With superhuman speed, Damien rolled to his right, and dove at Barrett. Crossing the distance faster than Barrett could have believed, Damien was on Barrett before he could bring his gun to bear. Pinning Barrett's shoulders to the ground, a feat he would have thought impossible for a man so skinny, Damien sunk his fangs into Barrett's neck.
"Moktel! MASTER! Are you alive? Please answer me…" Damien pleaded.
"…My boy…remember what happened to me…don't let the same thing happen to you. Don't let your own power go to your head. Don't forget to gauge your opponents strengths…but never forget their weaknesses…you are a Cappadocian, boy. Kill everyone you meet, and bring knowledge of this place back to your clan…kill them, kill them a…"
Moktel was suddenly interrupted by the cough of a machine gun. Damien watched in horror as ragged holes appeared in his sire's face, one for each crack of a gun. Soon, all that was truly left of Moktel's head was a stain in the grass and various chunks of flesh nearby. Damien snapped his head in the direction that the gunshots were coming from, blind rage in his eyes, and tears leaking down his face.
"Holy shit…your eyes…" Barrett stammered.
"Yes? What about them? Perhaps you see your death in them? Because I guarantee you that is what I am."
Damien's long, black hair flowed out behind him as he began a spell meant to paralyze Barrett. Suddenly his concentration was broken by a sharp crack, and he shut his eyes as a sharp pain hit his stomach, and shot out to various parts of his abdomen. Opening his eyes, he looked down to see blood leaking out of a wound in his stomach.
"Hell no, man. You ain't bringin' me down today!" Barrett cried.
"Is this the best you got? Hell, this'll only take a second to finish then." Damien taunted.
Inserting his fingers into the wound, he reached and pulled out a small chunk of lead. The wound immediately began to seal itself. A look of surprise and fear crossed Barrett's face as he continued to pump more rounds into Damien. Damien simply smiled, showing brilliant white teeth, and began to walk towards Barrett.
"Oh yeah? Let's see how you like this then!"
Barrett began readying himself for his Catastrophe limit break. Damien just continued to smile, and crossed his arms over his chest. Barrett shot his gun into the ground, and slowly began to levitate from the recoil. Soon, he was about 10 feet in the air. Laughing, he shot a blast of super- heated plasma at Damien. After a few seconds, he was done, and came back down to the ground. When the dust cleared, however, there was Damien, with no harm done.
"What the…?" was all Barrett could say.
Damien didn't answer. He simply bowed.
"FUCK YOU!!" Barrett screamed.
He began unloading ammo at surprising speeds at Damien, not caring much for accuracy. With superhuman speed, Damien rolled to his right, and dove at Barrett. Crossing the distance faster than Barrett could have believed, Damien was on Barrett before he could bring his gun to bear. Pinning Barrett's shoulders to the ground, a feat he would have thought impossible for a man so skinny, Damien sunk his fangs into Barrett's neck.
