His fallen angelic form is hidden beneath thin, white sheets; totally contrasting me. My heart seems to be beating faster than usual, but I do not know why; nor do I care that much… it doesn't change the mission that I have to carry out.

Animal blood is not enough; that is for the vampire bat… and I have been drinking that for two or maybe three days now… I need human blood…

I will not bite Tala… but neither can I wait for Kai to return with the possible cure…

The blood bank is my only option; even though Kai's words echo endlessly in my mind's ears…

'…But he can't rely on the blood bank so heavily… he's like a drug addict stuck on cocaine…'

A drug addict indeed… thank you, Kai; such lovely words your mouth forms…

But I have to leave; the sooner I leave, the sooner I can return and therefore avoid suspicion…

I do not like to lie to Tala or deceive him in any way… it hurts me in such a way that a sharp, hot knife could not even match… But this is for him as well as me; he will thank me later.

But looking back up at the building before me, I have a sudden bout of Déjà vu. I pray to any deity up in the heavens to help me in my quest, but I will later find out that they have turned their backs upon me…

A figure steps out from an area of shadows nearby. The remaining blood in my body freezes as I recognise him…

"Hello Bryan… long time, no see, eh?" He chuckles in the deep voice he owns. I glare in reply. "Oh come now, Bryan. This is how I'm welcomed? After all I did for you? I'm the one who gave you those powers! If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have those gifts!"

"Gifts?" I spat the word out in fury; it left a foul taste in my mouth. "Gifts? This is what you call this curse?"

"It is hardly a curse, Bryan." He replies calmly. "We are gifted with the power to rule over all mortals. But you don't seem to realise that, do you?" He smirked. "Maybe if your little redhead was turned-"

"Touch even one hair on his head and you will regret ever being born." I threaten.

He smirks. "I see I've hit a sore spot. What's the matter, Bryan? Want to do it yourself?" Suddenly, his expression changes to stone cold. "I have not drunk humanblood in many a moon, Bryan; not unlike you. I need blood now. Now, breaking into the pathetic blood bank would be child's play… I need a challenge… something that will fight back…" I pale considerably. "If memory serves right, you put up the most terrific and… stimulating fight in the history of mankind…"

Flashback (Normal POV)

The door slammed shut and the figure upon the floor lifted their body off the floor. He failed to notice stone grey eyes following his every move, watching the muscles move in the toned body as the figure stood up off the dirty floor.

"Hello, young one." The grey eyed fellow murmured, stepping out the shadows, black cape flowing behind him. "My name is Ehoin; nice to meet such a… charming young man…"

"Go to hell, Ehoin." The figure spat back, lilac eyes burning.

"Young Bryan, there is not point in resisting; your fate is sealed within my hands." Bryan grit his teeth, but his eyes shone with fear as he watched two, long fangs grow from under Ehoin's top lip. "Now, be a good boy and allow me to enjoy my meal…"

Another crash was heard by the Demolition Boys in the nearby room. The captain, the young redhead Tala, was cowering in Spencer's arms, shaking from the disappearance of his team mate, Bryan, and the crashing noises. He didn't want to admit it out loud, but he somehow knew that Bryan was getting punished for losing to Ray Kon of the Bladebreakers... taking the blame for his loss as well as his own...

"D-do you think…" Ian asked when all was silent…

But a hoarse and almost exhausted yell came echoing through the walls and resounded off the room's boundaries. All the occupants paled and tears welled up in their eyes as the yell continued… they recognised the voice…

The door, after what seemed like an eternity, was roughly yanked open and something was dumped upon the stone floor. The metal door was closed once more to leave the team to stare in disbelief at the thing upon the cold floor.

Tala swallowed thickly and moved out of Spencer's grasp easily, since the blonde was, himself, shocked. He knelt before the still form, hands trembling as he reached out. As soon as his hands touched the fabric of the figure's jacket collar, he jerked them back. Upon the figure's neck were two holes. Blood still seeped out at a slow and steady pace and the figure's skin was deathly pale… he looked dead…

Tala would have thought him that if it hadn't been the erratic breathing that forced the scratched chest up and down. Tala whimpered and drew Bryan into his arms, burying his face in lilac locks.

"Bryan… what's happened to you?"

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