Clouds... Blocking the sun... The Sun was his friend once... That he remembered...
Staring into a city... What was its name?... It was familiar and yet distant.
There were memories, they weren't all gone. They just seemed like someone else's memories. Looking back on what memories he had, it seemed like it'd all happened to a different person.
Footsteps behind him... He turns.
It's a boy, he shines bright. He's full of life and hope; and it shows. His blond hair waves with the wind along with a crimson scarf.
Another is with him. This one very prominent in his memories, very familiar, and yet any identification was beyond reach. A... sunflower?
The familiar one speaks, "Yes... There's no doubt! He's one of the Immortals! A Vampire!"
The boy whips out a gun, taking aim, pointing at him. He looks determined.
That gun! The ancient piece of metal whose contours he knew like the back of his hand.
That golden lense! Calling to him!
From another life!
The tattered remnants of his former existance all brought together in that gun's light.
He must have it!
"The... Sol..."
"...Solar... gun..."
"The Solar Gun..."
"GUN DEL SOL!"
He lunges forward and rips it from the boy's grasp, knocking him backward.
The gun is hot in his hand, but it feels right. He inspects it. A few new dents, but overall it may be in better shape then he left it with.
The boy gets up. He's suddenly recognizable as well. He's someone very important...
Darkness surges up deep from within him, taking control.
He pulls the trigger.
The floating one yells a word, "Django!"
The memories flood back.
"Django...?"
The Darkness drowned him out again and took him under.
He twists quickly to dodge the shot of darkness fired by his opponent.
Damn undead menace... We'll see what they think of... this! He pulls out the Solar Gun and fires with practiced precision and aim. His opponent is fast, but the marksmanship of the greatest vampire hunter of all time was faster and the fiend was hit.
"Augh!..." His opponent was astounded; a vampire that could use the Gun del Sol!
No time for this! whispers the Darkness, Flee! And release me from this prison!
He fired a final shot and left his opponent to nurse his wounds.
There! The seal breaks and he's released from the smothering presence of Darkness for a time.
The shadow rises from the ground and regards him with a smug look.
"Ha ha ha! Perhaps the Count was good for something after all... But wait. Your work isn't finished yet."
The shadow leads him into the room he'd just come from and disappears. No sooner is the shadow out of sight when the blonde boy runs in with his sunflower companion. The Darkness releases it's grip just long enough for him to yell, "Stay away from me! Run!"
The Darkness once again grabs the reins of his soul and shows him that these two are his enemies. Both in the service of the Immortals, no doubt.
The sunflower makes a remark and the shadow resurfaces. The shadow says words he can't understand and pulls the sunflower into the Darkness.
Only the boy remains, looking grim. His impulses urge him to destroy this menace quickly.
His lunge is foiled however, by the fiend he had fought before.
"What are you playing around for, Django?" the one in dark armor yells.
The blonde warrior gets up, looking resolute, and draws a sword. It glows golden with power as he raises it.
Ringo unholsters his gun and prepares himself.
These bitches were going down.
"Augh!" he screams as the burning sensation passes through him one last time. He drops to his knees in pain and his hat slips off in the process. The darkness within him stills, coping with the power of the sun invading it.
He looks up and memories flood his mind with realization.
"Django! And... surely not... Sabata?" he gasps.
The dark one is surprised, "How do you know my name?"
The blonde one runs towards him.
"Father...?"
The darkness recovers quickly and lunges, this time meeting its mark, his canines flexing to secrete the damnable liquid within them. He feels the pain of that undeadly venom racing through the blonde one's veins and he hears a voice in that blood.
Mani...
With horror, he drops his son and retreats, leaving the two brothers to fend for themselves.
It was only later, brooding over what had happened, that he understood truly how much he had destroyed San Miguel's hope.
Laughter trilled over the rooftops; rooftops covered with unnatural vines; rusted rooftops that kept safe neither the living nor the dead.
That shadow...
A plan began to formulate in Ringo's mind. He would watch this shadow work, and, when the time was right, he would strike.
He began to laugh; grim, mirthless laughter. Laughter that caused Zazie to pull the covers over her head just a little farther; laughter that caused Violet to have terrible dreams, dreams of loneliness and of death; laughter that caused Smith to look up from his current project with disbelief; that caused Sabata to shake with fear in his sleep.
Laughter that caused Django to look to the sky at the undead moon and truly understand what itis to be cursed.