Chapter 2
California, August 12, 2102
The man in black was walking down the silent street. It always surprised him that the worst evil occurred right in front of people, on the same streets that they walked on in the day, but they chose to ignore it. The saying 'Ignorance is bliss,' always came to mind when he thought about it. There were times when he just wanted to lay down his sword and not have to worry about the fate of mankind. Let them find their own way or be destroyed because they couldn't. Yet, he never did because of a past that he would never forget, a past that, at one time, seemed to hold a brighter future. Now he was a shell of the person he had been. He had seen things during his life, and done things that would forever change him and his beliefs. But deep down, he still knew the true him was buried. It was waiting until the day he would not have to go out into the night to protect the innocent. It was waiting until the world was safe from the evil that came forward in the night. But that day was a long way off, so he just had to live for the moment and fight for the moment. Speaking of fighting, one was about to start in front of him. He saw two vamps dragging some young girl, probably a run away from some rich family, off into an alley. 'Why can't they ever think of some new gig instead of carrying screaming girls off into darkened alleys,' he thought as he followed into the dark.
The vamp had been in the town for a week now. He never stayed long in any one place. He couldn't afford to. If he stayed, he would make enemies and he would make friends and he wanted neither. He had made the mistake of having friends once, and it had only led to heartbreak. He could not think about ever allowing himself to go through the agony of losing someone he cared for again. It would not happen. So he settled for life of loneliness. He would settle in a town long enough to make it a safe place for the pitiful humans that lived there. It was the only joy he could find. He had always liked killing, ever since he was made a vampire. If the only way could kill was to kill the demons and vamps he belonged with, then so be it. Of course, some from his past would say that he had actually started to care, that he was a good guy at heart. But he didn't let his un-beating heart know that and he kept what was in the past as far from him as he could. It would only cause his heart to break. It was then that the vamp heard the sounds he had been waiting for since the sun had set, the sounds of a fight. He put on his game face and went to see what was what.
The man who had come to be known as 'The One' had started the fight off on the right foot, but somewhere the wrong foot had stepped in. It had been rumored among the demon/vamp world that he could take down a group of 10 vamps and few demons on a bad day. But what he had thought as a few loner vamps actually turned out to be what he could only classify as a small army. Before long, the warehouse section of the town was swarming with vamps and demons that probably numbered somewhere around 50. 'The One' was no match for that, and now his concern was escaping, because he could not allow them to capture him. He held secrets that he could not afford to give out. He would cut his own head off before he let that happen. Punch after punch and stake after stake, he worked his way through the mob of vamps that had descended upon him. But soon he was overwhelmed and knew that the inevitable was about to occur. He brought his own sword, a specially made sword of sharpened wood, to his neck and prepared to serve the fatal swipe to sever his head from his body. He only prayed that there was someone else who could carry the burden of the world lest it fall to destruction by the evil forces.
The vamp came to the edge of what looked like a battleground. Only, as far is he could tell, it was everyone against one. The lone man was holding his own for some time as he fought is way through the sea of demons and vamps, but the blond vamp knew he would not make it out on his own. That was when he decided to act. Jumping into the outer wave he pushed way through, acting as just another grunt trying to get a piece of the action. When he the man, he saw it was only a matter of seconds before the man would take is own life instead of being captured by the crowd that surrounded him. He acted on instinct, pushing to the front, reaching down to look as if he was grabbing the guy to deliver a serious punch. That was when he grabbed the man and with all the strength he could find plowed through the edge of vamps around him and did not stop until he reached the abandoned church 2 miles down the road. It was where he had been staying, who would look for a vamp in an abandoned church. He laid the man down and waited for him to come around. That was when he looked at him for the first time. The blond vamp's jaw dropped and he could not believe what he was seeing. "Ah, bloody hell, what have I gotten myself into," he said as the man in black stared up at him in full recognition. "Hey Spike," the man in black coughed out, "long time no see."