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Raphael was running through the pines escaping the clutches of the cult that had killed Tyrone. Their leader had taken pity upon him using him as a sex slave. He on the other hand had decided it was time to make his escape from the constant. Rain was her name, but she was known as Empress Rain of the Abyss.

Blood covered his pants the only thing he had been able to grab before bolting the bed chamber. His muscular physique felt unusually weak as he clambered through the dark. Hearing the animals around him as he entered the tundra bare foot.

His heart thumped against his chest as his feet went numb on the frozen ground. He heard boots coming from the pines.

He looked around twirling looking for an escape as his breathes quickened. Urgency was grasping as he saw no great escape. He finally saw a hill and started running up it slipping every few inches on the slick ice. Making it to the top he slipped going down the long hill rolling down tumbling straight into a tree stomach first. He groaned as pushed himself up with his hands. Holding his stomach briefly he started running again seeing a cabin suddenly. He turned swiftly toward looking behind him to see a group of men. He slammed into the door grasping the door knob twisting it. He went in closing the door automatically. He face by three pale skinned people. Two women and one man all with black hair and dark brown eyes. The two women wore black dresses wearing emeralds on golden chains. One looked in her thirties and the other about sixteen. The man wore a simple black shirt and what people called tripp paints chains hanging towards the ground. He was probably in his forties, but looked very healthy for his age.

"What the hell are you doing," The man asked sternly.

Raphael stood to look out a window to see that the men had dissapeared. He didn't speak to the people as he went up the stairs as they followed suspiciously as the man they didn't even know look around. He went into the master bedroom going to the closet pulling out a black shirt pulling it on. Going to a dresser getting socks out and pulling them on. Seeing an extra pair of boots in the closet he slipped them on his feet.

"Sorry no time for an introduction, but I must take these if you don't mind. I have to get away they will be back for me," Raphael said slipping past the people as he head down the stairs. He slipped into the kitchen grabbing two butcher knives putting them at the side of his thighs in between his pants and skin pulling the bottom of the shirt over them to conceal them.

"Wait you're not leaving without a fucking explanation," The older woman said blocking the door that was his exit.

He sighed and then said, "OK, where to start?"

To be continued...

What had happened?

Raphael had awaken inside a cavern for an ambush had caught him off guard.

He remembered the cries of men the savages, and remembered seeing Tyrone slashed in half by the blades of the scythe of an unknown enemy.

The stone floor was cool on his fingertips. He had failed promising Tyrone a better life had been a lie. The humans had outstretched their hands and now even nature was a corrupt place to be.

He looked up at the leader. Her eyes shimmered like black coals as she stared down at the bloody and torn body at her feet. His skin had grown pale from blood loss. Her hair was auburn flowing down to her breast in soft curls. Her dress was white as she held the scythe in her hands. Her slaves stayed in the underground labyrinth of the abyss all worshiping her like a god.

"What do you want," Raphael asked his behavior unlike him as he gave his soul seeming ripped out by the witch in front of him as he struggled for each breath.

"You gave him a second chance at life, but you didn't yourself a second chance did you Raphael. After you taught the boy your ways of thinking you would die at peace for your sins," She asked raising an eyebrow.

Raphael looked ashamed seeing she knew the truth, but how he didn't know.

"I didn't mean to do it, and I have seen the error in my ways. No one would give me a second chance to make up for my mistakes. So I took pity on another lost soul hopping he would live his life better than I had my own," He said tears filling his eyes.

"You beat her to death Raphael in your drunken rage. You beat your own wife to death," She said shaking her head.

He remembered the moment vividly when he had come in. She was laying on the coach, and he came in drunk. He had expected dinner to be ready, and it had angered him at her laziness. He had beaten her to an inch within her life. Until he realized what he had done to the only one who had shown him love. Guilt overwhelmed his consciousness.

"I changed like she had asked me to so many times, but I was to late. I killed her because my ways. I started see where violence came from because that's what humans are thriving off of," tears feel into the dust of the rocks, " I cannot fix myself, but I could help someone fix himself before it was too late for him. The world is falling apart, and I am so tired of listening to the screams of starving children, beaten mothers, and the suffering of those whose lost someone for no goddamn reason!"

She stared at the suffering fool as he broke down in the stone weeping his heart out. She dropped to her knees to shield the man from the world that he had adapted to, and the drunk he once was no more. A world full of violence is why he had become what he had been. He had wanted to feel numb or void so he wouldn't truly have to live a day in it.

"Raphael, (he looked up at her) fuck the world," She said as she placed his head in her lap as he wept to the world.

To be continued...

Raphael believed everyone deserved a second chance. He gave the boy Tyrone a second chance to live his life in a better way. Tyrone had awaken to a forest in an open green pasture in only his black blue jeans and a white muscle shirt. They didn't know each others names at the time, but it didn't matter at the moment.

"You have awaken finally," Raphael said wearing a new attire than he had been seen last in.

His skinny figure betrayed the wise nature of the man inside him instead standing rigid and street smart. He wore a black t-shirt with black jeans a machete attach by the belt in a sheath. He wore a pair of shined black boots while his companion stood in an old pair of new balance.

"Where the hell are we," Tyrone asked frantically.

"What do you not like nature," The man said smiling with pearly white teeth.

"How am I supposed to like nature. I can't live here," Tyrone said.

"I don't know how to live here either my dear friend we are going to have to depend on each other to survive, and you hopefully will learn a new found respect for it and also have a new view of what life is worth," Raphael said a gleam coming to his eyes.

"Why did you bring me here," Tyrone exclaimed.

"I just told you why to make you stop doing the things that destroy life instead of saving it," He said a sad look betraying his normally witty features.

Tyrone looked at the serene extravagant nature before, and anger creased his scarred features as they normally did.

Raphael never told the boy where they were, but handed the boy a simple knife and sharpening stone for it.

They journey began harshly as they fought for food and survival relying on each other for help. After a day without eating they became scavengers seeing coyotes make a kill out of fawn (female deer). They chased off the pack of dogs stealing there kill for a taste of meat.

Weeks went by the two still didn't speak tracking along the forest surviving by learning various roots and plants they could eat always together side by side.

After months of solitude from the world outside of nature. Tyrone still thought of slitting Raphael's throat, but finally his violent ways toward the man were starting to fade as he noticed the man's love toward the earth. He started seeing the beauty around listening to whistle of the wind. A smile finally appeared on the young man's scarred face glad he had not decided to kill the man.

He finally spoke, "Listen man I'm sorry for the way I acted. I see now the mistakes I have made, and see the mistakes of what man is doing to the world. I would like to finally introduce myself I'm Tyrone."

The man stuck as his hand as Raphael's face lit up with glee as he grasped the man's hand.

"I my friend am Raphael," he said a tear streaming down his cheek.

He had waited four long months for the young man to come to his senses. They were both muscular, and their hands callused from the months. Both built like ox, and they were hunters no longer the scavengers they had been.

They were now located in a pine forest dead needles beneath their feet as they listened for the elk. The temperature was colder up here knowing they were heading north.

"Where are we," Tyrone asked.

"I don't know, but we are getting near the tundra it will test are skill more than anything we could live in. It's beauty though is worth the price we will pay to live in such terrain. We will soon hear the wolves and see the elk in which they feed," Raphael said smiling.

Tyrone had watched the man for months now, and knew when they were in for a challenge because that same smile appeared every time they entered new terrain or a place with different animals.

They walked the needles crunching beneath their feet watching the man take piece of bark off one of the trees to eat some ants off of it then to eat the bark itself. He had done the same on many occasion to shut up his stomach until they had gotten a decent meal. Even cockroaches didn't taste half bad after you got used to them, and any bug that crossed their path had to be weary.

They started to learn how old tracks were, and how easy it would be to catch prey.

They tracked on toward the tundra eating anything that crossed their path along the way. They were survivors, and had survived four months of pure wilderness.

It was only going to start a whole new adventure from here...

To be continued..

The man walked the streets of New York wearing a simple green shirt and blue jeans wearing simple sneakers. He watched as the drug dealers sold there products to the addicts the ones destroying their families lives. One looked at him a black man in a blue jean jacket and black jeans.

"You want something honky," The drug dealer said lifting an eyebrow trying to intimidate the skinny man before him walking the street.

"No, thank you. Please just leave me be," He said looking the man in the eye.

"What if I don't honky what you going to do about it," The drug dealer said his lips curving into a devious smile.

"It depends what you plan on doing to someone who hasn't done anything to you," He said.

"Well, I guess I would just rob you then," He said pulling out a knife.

The skinny man laughed, and the drug dealer halted his looks becoming creased with confusion. All of sudden the drug dealer was on the ground with a boot to his throat.

"People like you make me sick. The ones who destroy the lives of many for no reason, but for their own greed. Money is but a piece of paper, but you would trade a life for it any day along with the rest of human society just for the right amount. I guess that means all of society makes me sick, but you my friend will take what offer you this day. What that is may not be seen until your trials are finished, but everyone deserves a second chance. This will be yours given to you by me, and if you don't change you ways you will fall not by me but whatever god you may hold to your heart," He said a smile creasing his thin lips as the drug dealer blacked out.

To be continued...

I lay on the chamber floor chains attached to my arms and legs. Then I saw her a pale skinned slut. Her blond hair flowing down to her belly. Her hazel eyes showed lust for me. Given the chance to change Dracula Le Stat's son.

"Get away from me you fucking temptress of hell be gone if you change me may what god their maybe have mercy on your damned soul. Fuck you Le Stat so high and mighty on your throne I wouldn't spit on you if you were one fire why waste my spit on a fucking disgrace of a vampire," I yelled.

I heard a loud entrance of the cellar door behind me. Anger creased every inch of my father as he placed his foot on the side of my face pinning the side of my face down to the floor.

"Stop playing with him, and bite him," He ordered as I struggled my human strength feigning.

She jumped on me, and bit my flesh of my neck. I screamed in shock. His foot released. I grabbed a handful of hair making her grunt.

"Let's see how you like it," I yelled as I bit down into her cold flesh making her scream in pain as I wrapped my arms around sucking the blood from her viens.

My eyes glimmered red appearing on her skin. As she wailed almost toward the last drop I released her. As she coward before me as I stood breaking the chains.

"My son is complete," Le Stat said radiating pride surrounding his aura.

I looked at her as she became weak as the wound healed around her neck. Pity was what I felt she was nothing more than a street whore.

I looked into her eyes, and since I knew what her life was going to be like on the street. I was a vampire, and there was nothing I could do for the humans anymore, but I could help her off the streets.

"You will be my bride for I have tasted your blood and you have tasted mine," I said holding a hand toward her.

The shocked that creased her and my father's faces was She stood then took my hand. Then noticing my clothes in the corner, and let go of hers.

I put on my boxers and blue jeans seeing my muscles hardened into perfection. I picked up my white shirt that I had been wearing before being captured by the palace guard.

"Get your clothes on my love we will have a long day tomorrow, and you need your rest. I will lead you to my bed chamber, and I will tend to you there," I said to her sensitively giving her a warm smile.

"OK, my master," She said about to turn to get on her clothes, but I grabbed her hand making her turn to look at me.

"I am the master of no one," I said making sure she understood that she could leave if she truly desired to.

"Yes, my love...," She said tears coming to her eyes knowing what I was saving her from.

"She is no fine bride my son," Le Stat said looking at me in awe at how I turned out.

"Will, choose what path I live now as well. I didn't mean the words I said, but sometimes father I have to dig deep to find the man that was my father. I love you with all my heart, but I didn't desire this. I have avoided it, and never truly told you the reason why. Now because of you I have to kill, and I hate killing someone merely to satisfy something that truly is never satisfied. I wish you could look through others eyes instead of your own," I said as she pulled on a bright lime green dress.

My father for once just stood silently as tears rolled down his pale face. I turned to him whispering to her to leave the room. I pulled my father into my grasp, and hugged him tight.

"Love you papa," I said it the way I had when I was a child, and turned away from him.

"I am sorry my son. I have been a fool," I heard him whisper as I left the room...

To be continued.

No man or woman stands above all others. I am the legend of something bigger than mankind. I am the Son of Le Stat. The exact vampire that thought he stood above all creatures. He was the first of his kind, but when I was born he hesitated wondering if I would be a threat to his thrown. What people didn't understand was that is why I wasn't a vampire. Vampirism is genetic, but it can also skip a generation. I was a skip, but I was treated the same in the vampire society. Most of them were friendly except towards their food.

People ask me why I don't turn, and I said the same thing every time. I do not wish immortality the world was a fucked up place where violence rained supreme on the streets of society. I did not wish to have to take the lives of innocent people, but I understood why they did it. It was survival, and they didn't do it because they wanted to it was because they had to.

I loved my mother, father, and sister all of them vampires, but the things they had to do disgusted me.

I was sitting in my bed chamber of the castle watching the ceiling as I relaxed in the bed. My father had taken over the world in 2012, and the humans had been right their world had ended with being enslaved. I didn't agree with my fathers actions, but he had enough problems without having to listen to me blabber on about the rights of all creatures.

My sister walked in showing her perfected features as she stared at me with those pale blue eyes. She wore her usual red dress, and she was always bare foot. I wondered why, but I knew she would probably be a smart ass about so I let it drop.

"Father wishes to speak with you Dracula. He seems quite angered," She said.

"Debbie, what does he want I know you know I'm not stupid," He said looking at her as she twirled a curl in her black hair.

"He would not tell me this time, but I heard something about you not becoming a vampire once more avoiding it," She said.

I rolled my hazel eyes at her, and got off the bed my boots hitting the floor with a thud. I strolled through the stone castle ignoring the paintings of majestic gods, and carvings of demons. I went to my father's chamber sighing making sure my black hair wasn't a mess. He always seemed to comment on my posture.

I opened the steel door to see him his black hair tied in a pony tail and his eyes glowing a bright red. As he wore a gold robe with a black dragon the chest. He was about to sleep because it was getting close to sun rise.

"You come in here dressed in those damn human clothes blue jeans and a white t-shirt will you ever try to make me proud," He said angering showing in every muscle and every feature of his body creating an aura of pure rage in the room.

"I could be a vampire, and you would still not accept for who I am. My name presents me as a vampire of legend, but your brother is dead. You named me after him, but you didn't think I wouldn't have my own personality. You thought I would have his, and I could care less. I want a mortal life can't you accept this," I said pleading in my voice.

"No, you are the heir to the throne I need you when I give up the title as king," He said his rage simmering.

"Why the hell do you always have to think of your fucking self, and think of what other people might want. You fucking selfish prick," I said anger rising inside.

"I will not be talked to by my child this way I am your father, and I demand some god damn respect," He said slamming a chair into the wall.

"I want to be my own person not one of your fucking human slaves," I argued.

"You will be a vampire by the end of this month whether you like it or not Dracula," He yelled.

"I don't have time for insistent bitching, and I hate what you have become. Before you ruled the world you were never this way the power has gone to your head," I said turning to leave.

"We will speak of this later, but I will have you know sooner or later I will have it my way," He said.

Why can't I just be myself?

This world is nothing to me, but another reason to hate myself for who I am and what I must become...

To be continued

My house was small, but comfortable at times any way when thoughts were at bay more like a simmer if I think about it.

I entered the house looking about seeing my mother. She smiled kindly, and put on the usual fake so she would think everything was ok. She had red hair, and green eyes just like mine. She was fat, but I didn't care she was my mother I loved her all the same.

She sat at the bar that was in the middle of the kitchen in one of the tall wooden stools as usual watching her crime shows as I walked in giving her a quick hug before sitting on the coach that was in the living room which was kind of in the kitchen, but they were split apart sort of by an invisible line that was made from the computer desk.

I sighed another day in the prison of my mind when would I finally stand up, and get some fucking courage to tell the woman my thoughts. She noticed, but as usual pretended not to.

"How was your day at school," She said looking me over.

"Fine," I said simply shrugging at the question like she really hadn't asked it.

My mind screamed at me to tell her how it really went, but I didn't want to worry my mother. She had had enough pain in life without having to lose a son.

I was damned either way it went, and couldn't live the way I had dreamed of so long and hard.

My brother walked in with his two sons. He himself had my mother's eyes and hair, but his children both blond headed boys with blue eyes. The boys were skinny and my brother was big man with a kind heart.

He walked in the two following him the oldest was 5 and the other just barely 2.

They both ran up to me on the coach giving me hugs wanting me to play with them as usual. I loved the little squirts, but I was too deep in my thoughts to have any real reaction towards them.

"Neil play with the kids," my brother said pleading for some assistance as he waited for his wife.

"Drew...," I said finally giving into his wishes.

I tickled them and ruff housed with them for about two hours before their mother walked in through the door saving me.

She had died her brown hair purple, and her devious green eyes looked at everyone as she smiled. She used to be skinny before she had gotten pregnant with the youngsters.

"Hey Stacy," I said as the two kids rushed her.

"Hey Neil," She said smiling towards me.

I huffed sitting back on the coach.

The night dragged on my dad came up to living room from his room. He had short brown hair and green eyes just like me, and he is where I got my looks from.

I scarcely talked long to him even though I loved him. I wouldn't dare trouble him with anything because he had to go to work all day just to take care of family of seven people. He didn't need any more troubles on his mind much less mine.

"Hey daddy," I said a rare real smile appearing on my face.

"Hey what you up to," He asked giving me a smile.

"Nothing just on the internet," I said shrugging.

He shrugged heading back to his room to leave me to my solitude.

As the night wore on I couldn't sleep as I laid my head on my pillow starring at the ceiling for hours. I finally broke down, and got out of bed.

I rubbed my temples as I sat on the corner of my bed in nothing, but my checkered boxers.

"Tomorrow you shall leave get some rest while you still can my friend. We have waited too long to act now your mind is pure insanity. Please just lay down, and we will leave to tomorrow I promise," I said to myself trying to convince myself that I would go to my place of peace.

To be continued...

School a place where everyone goes in America at one time or another. Everyone stayed the same up until high school when everyone had their own groups of friends. I on the other hand didn't have one not accepted by the conformists. Half of them acted different from who they truly were conforming to a life. Inside I felt like a coward not able to stand up to the American ways of the others. I kept my thoughts to myself not talking to anyone beside my childhood friends each in their different little groups.

There was the goths, jocks, preps, gangs, geeks, and then people like me that just took it all in seeing the stupidity of most people for choosing groups.

The ones who spoke for what they believed in the most were the goths most kids who had had troubled childhoods or had lost faith in the god that they thought had abandoned them.

Jennifer was one of my friends from the goth crowd, and she was herself at all times never changing. She was sweet a little angel with short brown hair and brown eyes that seemed to adjust to what mood she was in.

I on the other hand a chubby fat kid who hated society, and saw how the end would happen. Humans had a tendency to get what they wanted instead of what they actually needed.

We destroy forest, and drive creatures extinct. We throw are trash around like it will never eventually buildup with six billion people who inhabit the planet. We had dug to deep into science becoming monsters obsessed with drugs, and addicted to what we wanted. I can't say I was innocent, but I never thought myself. I thought of what the future, and my kids having to grow up in the world of technology. Violence all around them no way to escape, and the peer pressure to do the things they knew would destroy them from the inside out.

Truly we lived in a communist country no even to able to walk in a forest that was proclaimed government land.

No one owns nature, because it is uncontrollable and unpredictable.

My thoughts were meaningless to them. Although, they caused to have insomnia not able to sleep at night thinking of how much more suffering would I have to endure from my own mind.

Freedom didn't exist everything cost money. Forced to come to this prison to learn things I didn't consider myself needing.

Negotiating to people didn't work, and showing the results of the world's violence didn't help. It would take a war to bring down these powers of the world.

Going "green" as they called would help only for a short time, and wouldn't help the world. It was just a way to convince people to think they were doing the world a favor with a higher price.

What they didn't understand if they don't change their ways, and help the earth it is us who dies for the earth will always be here and the whole process of life would start over. No records of the humans would ever be except for our fossilized corpses thought of as interesting by the new creatures that would inhabit in the future.

By destroying the trees, and the spreading pollution. It wouldn't just be the animals and trees that died, but ourselves in the end would be gone.

I stopped my thoughts as walked the tiled floor of the schools passing by my peers without stopping to head to English like I didn't already know the language.

I was no more than a chubby kid from Mississippi, and knew I would never amount to anything other than that. I longed for nature to be away from the world that would eventually fall before my eyes of me.

I could make no impact on the world, and all I knew the only way to stop the massacring of the planet of its resources was to have everyone go back to the old way of living. To live in nature was to be one with nature.

I was making myself go through high school to please my parents. The pressure had built causing me to go back to smoking to relieve my stress. I could not express my self to them, and when I tried they shoved me away like a fool.

I couldn't help my thoughts in my head! My own family wouldn't listen to me, and it felt like a part of my soul had been ripped out of my chest, and thrown in my face! I was angered at God for placing in this world full of savages as they themselves were killing his creations for the wrong reasons! Why give me these thoughts? Why did he make me suffer thinking about the future while every one else brushed it off their shoulders!

Damned be me...

I was a teenager with a gilded heart looking fine on the outside, but black on the inside.

I had to runaway, but I didn't know how I would abandon my mother, father, and brother into worry of me.

By the time the day was over I head to my car, and sneered at myself using the fucking polluting bastard, and going home to my other prison. With others who shunned my beliefs...just like everyone else...

To be continued...

Le Stat staring out the window in his new found cottage home stuck deep in thought he sighed licking blood from his lips. The former owners lay dead their bodies sucked bone dry from their blood.

He could since the approach of another coming this way swiftly. Confusion breached his perfect features as he squinted his red eyes looking for the coming enemy.

Pushing back his black hair he smiled seeing Weatherly walking up the driveway smelling the blood of the fallen humans.

Slowly making his approach as he stepped up onto the porch opening the door. He saw Le Stat sitting in a wooden chair the smile on his face.

"Emo was just here you missed her," Le Stat said teasingly.

"Why the fuck do you have to be naked every time you feed," Weatherly asked shaking his head as the man laughed.

"Nudity is comfortable, and the way man was truly supposed to be," He said shrugging as he looked at the moon.

Weatherly shrugged not sure how to bring up the current subject that plagued his mind.

"Why did you kill Christy," Weatherly asked.

"Finally learning the truth," He said with a sigh as a sad expression breaching his features.

"Why," He asked once more regret creasing his features at what he was going to have to do.

"She fell in love with a human, but she wouldn't turn him. She led two lives something that is against vampire code. I killed her because of my beliefs, and I know it isn't agreeable to you," He said stretching his arms up in the air.

"I let her have her happiness. She had been through enough, and has helped me several times without question. Even the fact that she hated me for turning her ruining her life, and she was my first turn. I had thought she was dead, and humans were starting to come. So I left her, and she had no idea what she was. She slaughtered hundreds before the rage settled. You should have left her alone in peace instead you raped and slaughtered her," Weatherly said rage starting to build.

"I didn't rape her. Her human friend and her had had some fun before I came and killed them together. They will be together in eternity now, and that is the best peace anyone could give," Le Stat tears swelling in his eyes.

Weatherly knew this to be true. Death had grasped him twice, and he had been resurrected by Emo to live again to save the world. It gave him another chance at life, but changed him dramatically.

"I am so confused," Weatherly said shaking his head.

"Death has touched you too many times to be here my friend. You have been resurrected twice once when you fought the devil, and the second when you fought your dark self or the demon that was inside of you," Le Stat said standing suddenly blue jeans appearing onto him.

"I know death has touch me, but that doesn't make you able to kill me just for that reason alone. I have thinking to do Le Stat, and I suggest you do the same before we even think of fighting," Weatherly said turning to go.

"Farewell, my friend, may god have mercy if you dare try to fight one of my power," Le Stat said menace.

Power surged forth a hidden power from within Weatherly that Le Stat had never seen. The house explode with only an ounce of it coming forth, and Le Stat knew this his eyes going wide.

"Why would I be afraid of someone who is my equal," Weatherly said jumping into the night.

Le Stat just stared wondering how long the man had been as strong as he the pure blood king of the vampires.

He smiled knowing this was going to be fun...

to be continued...

Weatherly stared into the sky atop the roof of an apartment complex. The stars made his green eyes glimmer. He remembered his son long ago dead from his own fangs. The smile that had lit his face when he saw his father return just to die in the midst of a blood rage. Horror showed upon his face as just stared at the stars.

Leonightus the one who turned him had let him feed on his family practically throwing him into the house. New borns were naturally very aggressive because of the thirst.

He had resented Leonightus for a long time, but he eventually had gotten over it.

He sighed stopping to look at the Paris nightlife. He laughed to himself, and remembered why he had saved the humans from the wrath of Armageddon. He knew there was still some good in the humans, but was there enough left to save.

Insanity from the guilt was what had halted him for so long. He was no longer himself, and he knew it was time to forgive and forget.

The only thing that had made him think this way was the pure innocence of the children that lived on this planet.

He was confused, and Christy's spirit appeared before him.

"Timothy, it is time you knew the truth of my demise. I wasn't killed and rapped by the humans. There is a betrayer amongst us lieing to you for Le Stat is already awake, and he is the one who killed me. He wants you weak, and will do anything to make you break. It is time for the last pure blood to fall, and our race to become legend. I say farewell and good luck my friend, and I will never forget you even as I enter the gates of heaven," She said smiling then disappearing into the air.

Le Stat...

"Why does that man always turn out a bad guy even in real life. Fuck," He said turning swiftly looking into the night.

He began his journey to see his long time friend that was now his enemy...

To be continued...

Past years warped Weatherly's mind remembering the journey and transformation into a vampire. All his friends left him because of his insanity. He was a vampire all alone in a human society. Some faked being a vampire, but just because they wanted to be one didn't make them one. The fact was that they were a dieing breed his clan had annihilated the others after the search for the fallen angels. A mythical beast is what he was nothing more.

"Why try to save them again my friends they might be our food, but they are not worth our lives. Without them the world would be right, and it wouldn't be struggling to hang on. I saved them once, and now I see my stupidity for doing so," He said to the sky as if to get a reply.

He glared at the people as they walked the street from his rooftop haven.

His long auburn hair had turned a dull gray from stress and anxiety. His brain fought the insanity, but it seemed to take hold of his personality making him unpredictable and uncontrollable.

He heard the thump of boots landing behind him as he looked over the side of the Paris rooftop.

It was Emo her auburn hair cut short wearing a purple dressed that showed every perfect inch of her figure, and her eyes a shade of red in a state of hunger instead a usual brown stared at him with such unforeseeable lust.

He turned his head back to the street pulling the gray cloak around his black shirt and blue jeans hoping he could stay secluded in his mind.

"Weatherly, this has got to stop ever since Christy died all you do is watch them," Emo said looking at him.

"Damned, is what I am Emo. She was hurting no one only drinking the blood of a deer. Those damn hunters beat her surrounding her like a piece of fucking meat! I wasn't there to save her, and she got raped and stabbed in the heart with a snake. I saved these fucking assholes just have them gang on us to rape us and fucking kill us. We have shown them mercy, and what do they do turn around and stab us in the heart! I have sacrificed my family and friends for these damn creatures. I have four people left in my life, and my race is going extinct. We are the last to turn because I will not allow anymore turn. They will face there Armageddon alone," He rambled closing his eyes in deep insanity.

"They aren't all that bad," She said making him turn his face toward her as she brushed the tip of her fingers on his cheek.

"Why are you here," He asked looking at her squinting his eyes in slight annoyance.

"I came for help. Le Stat is going to awake in four days, and with him awake he is going to be very angry with us," Emo said.

"Let him be angry. He is the only pure blood left, and with him the race falls out of existence. We will be human again, but never the same will we be.Our bodies are too used to our powers and weaknesses so it will be the same. We will finally eventually just wither away like everyone else," He said with a sigh.

"Are you going to kill him," Emo asked raising an eyebrow.

"No, he will kill himself," He said simply as he slipped the cloak off revealing his muscular body underneath.

"What," Emo said raising an eyebrow.

"It's in a prophecy I read about a century ago, but that's all I remember," He said shrugging looking up to the stars.

"Oh, but why," Emo asked standing beside him to look.

"Le Stat is a lot like me he even said so himself. He noticed the foolishness of this race, and knew that even though they are our life force we have let them over populate to the point even we can't handle them. He knew how this race was, and they will all life on this earth. With this said the whole process of earth will begin again. What the human's never understood is that they aren't hurting the earth it will always be, but themselves without the protecting ozone and trees to give them oxygen only all the animals, plants, and themselves will die. Bacteria will start the whole process over again, and eventually new life will spring. Maybe we should do the same so we won't have to endure such a brutal end of yet another form of human stupidity," He said looking at her.

"Maybe it's just about time to end their existence," Emo said.

"If you want to take that route be my guest, but you have a whole world to fight. All I say is good luck, because I'm tired of dealing with them, and will not be part of it. I have enough problems to deal with instead a stupid war that will solve nothing," Weatherly said anger sweeping over him as he dissapeared into the night...

To be continued