"Mister?"

"Hey I think he's alive!"

"Mister wake up!"

Vincent opened his eyes, his vision was blurry, it was raining, and day time. He was laying against a tombstone, pain crippled his body and his senses faultered, he moved is arm, but he was weak, he knew not why, it was like something was draining him of blood. He rested his head against it, but then the rain burnt his flesh so he stubled over to a masoleum. He felt week, like he needed something, like an unknown craveing.

"Mister?" asked a little boy, as the child walked over to him and looked up at him.

"What is it kid?" he asked.

"Are you ok? You were bleeding a lot when I found you and my brother helped me get prop you up against something."

"... Thanks." said Vincent.

"Where do you live?" asked the older of the two brothers.

"... I just got here." said vincent looking down at the cement. He looked up at them, and then felt odd, he felt like, he wanted to bite them and suck them dry of all their blood.

"Did you just move here?" asked both brothers.

"... Yes..." said Vincent looking down, he didn't move here he was brought here. He looked at his hands they weren't as lively as before. He closed his eyes and looked up holding his fist in his other fist.

"You look a little pale we'll be back in a few minutes we'll go get a doctor." said the older one as he ran off with his little brother close behind.

Vincent gulped and slouched up against the door, his eyes opend to see the graveyard, then he thought of Erin, how was she? His mind was wandering then a sharp pain went through his heart he stood up and started to walk away. His breath was rash it was like he was struggleing for breath, and yet he could almost breathe just fine. As he stumbled away the younger boy ran up to him.

"Mister! Wait!" said the young boy, Vincent turned around and saw the young boy he looked beaten up, "My brother he's hurt!"

"What happend?" asked Vincent. The little boy was holding back tears but to no avail he started crying. Vincent looked around his hearing was sharper he heard some men laughing and the other brothers yells of pain. Vincent took off to go help, when he arrived, the older brother laid there dead, his blood was all over the pavement, and the thugs were just takeing the money off the older brother's dead body.

"You..." said Vincent as he walked to them, "What have you done!" asked Vincent.

"You one of his buddies? Well either way we're gonna kill you and strip you of your money just like this bloke here!" laughed the thug.

"Was that supposed to scare me?" asked Vincent as he approached.

"Get back or I'll cut you!" said one of the other thugs.

"Just try it!" said Vincent as he charged at them, he without thinking started to rip one to shreads, blood flew everywhere, and then he got one and broke his skull open squeezeing his brains out. The other onw he caught ahold of, it was the one who beat the little boy's brother to death.

"See what you've done?" asked Vincent makeing the man kneel over the body of the older brother who had helped him.

"..." said the thug.

"He had a younger brother, some one." said Vincent as his voice became more enraged, "He had to take care of."

"Fuck you man! Fuck you!" said the thug as he stabbed Vincent in the stomach with a knife. Vincent let go and stumbed back with blood and spit leaking out of his mouth. But he noticed he did not die, the thug stood there his eyes grew wide in fear, and he tried to run away, unfortunately for him, Vincent was quicker, he grabbed him around the top of the head and then ripped it open. The little boy from before stood there, his eyes wide and filled with tears, Vincent stood there, covered in blood, he didn't even notice the boy walk up when he was killing those thugs, he was... He was haveing to much fun.

"Uh... Kid... I..." said Vincent, the little boy dropped to his knees and started crying, his brother was dead, the last person he had in the world was gone, and now he was scared with the images of the living being ripped open and torn to pieces. Vincent approached him and embraced him, the little boy murmured something and death, and him and die. Vincent understood what the little boy said.

"I... Want to die.."

Vincent looked at him with forlorn eyes, that were too filled with tears, Vincent then before he knew it had bitten into the little boy's neck and was sucking him dry. He little boy didn't fight, he didn't even scream, he closed his eyes and let the angel of death embrace him. Vincent stood up, and wiped his mouth of blood, the little boy was silenced, he laid him next to his brother, and made it look like they were asleep hugging each other.

"..." said a figure in the shadows, he wore a red trench coat and hat, with sunglasses on. Vincent didn't notice untill he heard foot steps behind him, Vincent turned around to see, none other than Nosferatu himself... Alucard.