((Pyramid Head from silent hill! Aka The Butcher!! ^_^, one of my favourite antagonists of all time!!
I'm pretty proud with this post, the first time I've actually tried to describe the scenery and a character and I thought it went well, to all of you who already know or don't know I always have trouble with describing the Character's surroundings, and for the first time trying my hardest, I feel I did an excellent job...I added a few movie references (see how many you can identify...there's not many anyway >_<) in this post and a few comedy elements to break up the misery of violence to not depress you all...I bet you will identify them straight away and laugh like I did coming up with the idea. xD)).
A piercing sharp pain infiltrated Alexander's neck. He didn't even let out a whimper, he sat motionless as the vampire began to drink the life force that is blood from his neck. When Dorian regained his strength he cast Alexander aside leaving him in his daydream like state until he re-awoke from what insanities were creeping inside his mind.
An ocean of darkness surrounds what seems to be a living room as a flicker of a bright light casts away the shadows and reveals a grimacing scene. In the centre of the room was a stylised mahogany table with intricate designs of thorned roses which spiralled along each of the four table legs. On top of the small round table was a cold glass of what appeared to be a light brown substance with three ice-cubes resting on top of each other. Out of everything the substance rang the most familiar bells inside Alexander's mind. It was whiskey.
Aside from the table there was a matching mahogany display cabinet which hosted some of the world's finest assortments of alcohol, most which included whiskey, rum and vodka. Two fairly new two-seater sofa's rested along the wall which projected the same silver image on a black canvas along the entirety of the room like a picture a psychologist would show you when examining your medical condition. A large plasma screened television sat in the furthest corner of the room which angled towards the sofas. An archway separated the living room from the kitchen where sweet smells of tomorrow's next roast was gently cooking and another archway which led to the main hallway which led to the bathroom and bedrooms.
Of all the little details in the living room, these were not the most important, the scene which took place at the other side of the room was the main event of this show. The opening act, if you will. Two blood-strewn corpses lay lifeless beside each other, one still barely clinging to what life they had left. It was the mother. Blood glistened on her chest like a twinkling ruby necklace. The father, on the other hand didn't look so beautiful. A gash of blood splattered across his face and a cut so deep into his stomach you could begin to see his intestines leaking out. The father was the one that put up a fight, the woman, not so tough, a small and barely visible puncture on her neck could be seen which produced the trickling of blood to slowly crawl down her neck and onto her pale chest, no sign of struggle in sight.
Lurking over the murdered corpses of the unlucky couple crouched a beast of which your minds would only associate with Gothic Horror novels like Dracula and poorly scripted movies...only not as sparkly. The lines between fiction and non-fiction began to blur as a real live Vampire feasted his hunger onto the couple. A small whimper could be heard from behind the hellish demon as he slowly began to close in on his latest prey. The Vampire had slicked back blond hair and a pair of sunglasses to hide his sinister and soul-piercing glare. A trickle of blood found itself clinging onto the Vampire's barely visible chin hairs, the demon was wearing a charcoal two-piece suit which made him look taller than he already was. The vampire supported a thin frame with a muscular chest and muscular arms which added to the Vampire's already soul-piercing appearance. A Vampire in a suit, a suit can never hide the beast which lurks within.
This was the first time Alexander ever laid eyes upon Dorian. Only, tonight was different. He looked different, like an uncontrollable hunger surged through him like an enormous burst of adrenaline. Alexander and his younger twin brother, frightened for their lives stood motionless before the beast that was about to feast upon them. Alexander's eyesight was quickly matched by his mother's with an outstretched arm who was trying with what little life she had left to call out to them to “run”. A crude mixture of Whiskey and Blood tainted the air which would sting the nostrils of any human, but to a Vampire, it smelled something which belonged in paradise. A crooked arm outstretched from the possession of the beast as it attempted to lay it's hand upon Alexander's throat. Enjoying every last moment to strike as much fear within his prey as he could, toying with them, if you will. A large figure stood inside the room from the kitchen, aiming a long barrel towards the beast that would be the decider of Alexander's doom. A bang echoed throughout the entirety of the house as smoke escaped from the barrel of the stranger's gun. The Vampire clutched his right shoulder in pain, hissing at the stranger's figure before quickly smashing his exit through the window which led out to the cold night, with blood dripping continuously from the beast's arm there was no way he would survive without feasting on another's blood within the next hour.
The two twins now stood before the new stranger who slung his rifle over his shoulder and securely but briskly locked onto his back with a small mechanism. He outstretched his arm and took them out of their home without so much as a word, the children obeying submissively in their comatose state.
Now Alexander was not the only one clutching the hand of the Vampire Hunter named Eldridge, his brother was holding the saviours other hand, but this raises the question...Where is Alexander's twin brother now?...and the beast that stood before Alexander in present day 2010 who finally turned him into a Vampire...he surely wasn't going to get him away with ruining his life for the second time round now was he? No sir he would not. Alexander, once more, is about to kick Dorian's a**.
It was now back to the land of the living. Alexander's vision began to fade into a state of eternal darkness. It was now time for fight or flight. Life or Death. Kill or be Killed. Slap or be Slapped. Vengeance...Or Mercy...you get the idea. The choice was all up to Alexander, and he wasn't dead...yet. Like some hero with a violent past...okay...not like, he is, Alexander escaped from the clutches of Death's grasp and quickly drew his weapon aiming it at Dorian's head. “You killed my family you pathetic...ugly...motherf*cker!” (although he was quite handsome)...with emphasis growing on each word as they shot from Alexander's mouth. “There is no hesitation this time. Your time is up!” Clutching Dorian's collar once more he lifted him a few inches into the air with his gun aimed at the Beast's chest.
Alexander bared his fangs at Dorian, hissing in remorse. Remorse...a feeling not associated with a scene like this...but it felt right. Remorse. Remorse for not killing the motherless B*tch of a beast before he was turned into a Vampire. Cocking his gun Alexander began to inch his finger towards the trigger slowly. His finger began to twitch in conflict with an almost magical power which was battling against him not to pull the trigger. “What is this!” Alexander exclaimed to Dorian. No matter how much effort he put into pulling the trigger it was to no avail. It was no use in fighting. Alexander was not a human any more. He was a Vampire. A higher unnatural force was now which stood in Alexander's way from revenge. He was now a mere puppet. A subject to his master.
Although he would feel no compassion for a vampire his mind was set. There was no way he would be able to profit from revenge if he was now a vampire himself. Besides, he now had to feast on blood to live and hunt like the beast he swore an oath to protect humanity from. A great sense of irony once again lurked over Alexander. Although, there were some perks to this new changing. Alexander would now be able to gain the trust of the Vampires...and slowly but surely murder every each and every single one of the Vampire's one by one, when they instil trust within him. Perhaps things were not so bad, Alexander would be able to get a chance at the heart of the Vampire society and stop it once and for all, to kill a threat as large as this, one must strike at the heart – another useful quote which Alexander chooses to live by after being brought into his new and hopefully last third life.
The heart of the Vampire Society....
Loosening his grip on Dorian he put him brought him back onto earthly ground. Holstering his gun he shot a menacing glare at his new master. Although he would have to submit his fake loyalty to him...it didn't mean he had to like it. Alexander was smarter than he looked. Already he had a plan sorted out for weeding out the source of the Vampires. A true genius at work. To kill a beast, you must think like a beast. Only then will you truly succeed in your goal to execute the ultimate predator. Now this law had changed.
To kill a beast, you must become a beast.
((...I kinda smelled epicness roaring in this post xD something all my previous posts lacked to date..hell I'm gonna post like this more often, way more fun! ))