When his eyes opened he felt weak and was sitting on the cold concrete in some
alleyway. The stench of the city assaulted
his nose and he wished nothing more than for a warm shower and clean clothes. Whatever Derick had done to him Victor felt
drained of all strength. It was as if he was connected to his newest business partner. As he staggered to his feet he
felt a renewed strength.
"Hey buddy spare some change?," A grizzled voice called to him from the shadows.
If
there was one thing that Victor hated more than feeling in need of a shower it was bums that couldn't get off their lazy,
alcoholic asses to find their own way in life. Charity was for tax breaks not supporting habits. Victor spat on the ground
and walked passed the old beggar. "Get a job," he spoke irritatedly.
For the second time tonight Victor felt an unnaturally
strong grip on him and was being dragged to the ground. "How about a few pints?" The Beggar's face twisted as Victor
saw two sharp fangs not unlike the ones Derick possessed. Teeth bite into his neck and the smell of the street dweller
was nauseating. Victor struggled to push him off even as his blood was being drained away. His heart pounded in his
flesh yet he could do nothing. This creature was draining him and if he didn't act soon he would die. Death was not
something he was willing to submit to. He felt the blood in his veins boil and the cold fire return. He would not let this
creature ruin his plans. Victor had many things yet to accomplish and he would use Derick's power to make himself stronger.
Calling on the foreign blood still within him he let out a fierce cry as he shoveled the stinking bum off of him. The beggar
growled and lunged at him his teeth bared.
Victor threw him aside and grabbed an empty bottle carelessly tossed on
the
ground. They struggled in the darkness of night and even as Victor felt his life
draining from him, as his blood
poured out his wound, he found a new strength.
Pinning the night creature to the concrete he broke the bottle and slit
its jugular. Black blood spurted everywhere and Victor was covered in the unholy fluid. His own blood mingled with the foul
creature's and he fell to the ground. A rumbling thunder built in the corners of his mind as the world faded into
darkness.
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