He picked his way through each other the dorm rooms, carrying death and destruction everywhere he went. He had a seemingly endless amount of ammunition, and he had struck when everyone had their guard down, so not many of them could put up a fight. He killed and his slaughtered his way through, destroying the otherwise tranquil air with the sound of rapid fire gun shots, and the dying screams of people who could not understand why their brother and package would kill them in cold blood. But the silence had been broken, and everyone was now alert and ready.

But they weren't ready enough. Guards and personal militia gathered around the building that house the scions. The best of the best in this outpost, and with the most sophisticated equipment, and defenses to protect their charges. But even with all their preparations they were all beset with one question and one question alone. Who was their enemy? whatever it is that's happening now did not make sense, because the people they played with, laughed with, danced with, f.u.c.ked with; were the ones now killing them. It was weird and unexplainable, most of them have known each other from birth.

So why the sudden betrayal, why the heartbreaks. But there was no answer, as half the guards marched towards the tower that held the scions and the leaders of the outpost. And without warning or pity, they opened fire, wantonly and with remorse. They slaughtered their friends, their brothers, sisters, and lovers. And said friends had no choice but to fight back, not if they wanted to live. It was ma.s.sacre, as blood flowed en ma.s.se and the vampires around shuddered with antic.i.p.ation and hunger at the sugary iron scent in the air. They didn't know a vampire was responsible.

And as they slaughtered themselves, he walked past; unseen, untouched and unfelt. The door to the tower was wide open, and the enemies he had to destroy were waiting for him. Kodak turned to look at the carnage he had cause, the blood that flowed, and the anguish that flowed with it. He was not just killing this people, he was breaking them, hurting them all the way to the very depths of their souls. In a way, it made sense to him why vampires are so feared, and that's, strong as they are, they kill with just a word.

Kodak did not really care what happened next, just as long as all the prisoners are led out of the outpost safely, and their captors die painful death from both physical pains and emotional pains, he would be happy. He was like a reaper of lives with a wanton l.u.s.t for psychological torture; this was a part of him he never knew even existed. But Kodak didn't mind, h.e.l.l he would even go as far as saying that he liked this person he had become. Because this version of him was strong, and his choices and actions get's s.h.i.+t done.

There were still guards in the towers, however Kodak could not decide if these set of guards were the lucky ones, or the really unlucky b.a.s.t.a.r.ds. After all, they were locked in here with him. Kodak moved into the crowd, just a breeze and soft caress as he sank his fangs into a smooth and delicate neck. She screamed, but the salty taste of her blood made Kodak feel even more glee at the sound of her voice. She was beautiful and she tasted like the very best sea food a inter-planetary restaurant could offer. After all, she's a siren.

Kodak ducked a punched to the head as he grabbed the offending arm and jumped upwards to the ceiling, smas.h.i.+ng the ma.s.sive chandelier that gave light in the process. The ripped off arm fell to the ground a second later, as it's previous owner screamed himself hoa.r.s.e to a death cause by bloodl.u.s.t. And then Kodak moved, from one end of this foyer to another, and as he did so, darkness fell. His every movements plunging the room into a gloom that only he and three werewolves on the ground could see through. Kodak stood on the wall smiling eerily.

And then he moved, and the werewolves moved also, s.h.i.+fting their bodies as they aimed for the rapidly approaching vampire. Unfortunately for them, they were not as strong as they thought they were, and even though they had a chance at beating and even killing Kodak due to their superior numbers and the amazing cooperation of werewolves. Kodak was no ordinary vampire. He had no intentions of fighting them head on, so he moved close to the first werewolf, and quickly grabbed him from his midsection and flew up to the roof, with the other werewolves snapping at his heels.

The werewolf Kodak had grabbed snapped his jaws shut around his shoulders, snarling sinisterly as Kodak's blood flowed into his mouth. But Kodak had a smile of his own as he said to the werewolf.

"Haven't you heard the phrase, be careful what you eat."

Immediately all of Kodak's blood that had spilled into the werewolf's mouth, throat and stomach turned into enormous spikes that drilled ma.s.sive holes out of his body. The werewolf was still alive, but the soft whines that came from his mouth showed it's incredibly injured state. Kodak twisted it's head, and brutally ripped it off.

He turned his head back, and poured the blood flowing from the open neck of the werewolf into his mouth. Smiling and drinking as he instilled fear and horror into the hearts and minds of those who were still watching. Kodak dropped the body, and flew towards the remaining two werewolves, a ball of blood acting as a s.h.i.+eld that intercepted all of the energy blasts and bullets being shot at him. With more speed than the werewolves could keep up with, he called out his hammer and smashed in the face of the first werewolf, killing him instantly and swiftly.

He turned the hammer so that it's tipped handled was pointed as the fully transformed werewolf flying at him. With a wet squelching sound, the shaft of his hammer slid into the werewolf's throat, growing wider and longer as it burst out from the werewolf's read end, edged and wider than normal. A quick flick of his hands separated the body of the werewolf in two gruesome halves, and within his hands, an enormous broadsword with a Warhammer head as a guard was seen. Kodak spat out, and a fast flying glob of saliva smashed the remaining light, bringing darkness.

And that was when the true killing began. All vampires thrived in darkness, it was what they knew best, and what favored them the most. They don't just become the apex predators when they're enshrouded in darkness, they become death and the darkness itself. You would never see them coming, never hear them coming, all you can feel is fear and then nothing as you also become one with the darkness. There were screams and loud shots and what was left of these guards let their fear get the best of them. And so they killed themselves off, one after the other.

And all Kodak had to do was sit back and watch the show in true vampiric fas.h.i.+on. But when it was obvious the enemies realized that they were just doing his work for him, he stepped in, and began repaint lives, his enormous broadsword singing with a nefarious wind as it cleaved through flesh and bone, spilling guts and organs under embrace of blood to the ground. In that darkness, Kodak was horror incarnate, and when he got bored of cutting them in half, he switched the broadsword back into it's Warhammer form, and began to crush skulls.

And with that he moved forward, climbing the tower and relying on his senses to find the monsters in this place. And as he did so he wondered how they would feel, and what they would think. They had plans of hunting on his home grounds, of hunting his family, his friends, his people. While he knew his king would never allow such a thing to happen, what gave this b.a.s.t.a.r.ds the audacity to have such thoughts. After everything they've been through, the world just doesn't want to leave them alone, well if that's the case Kodak was going to find every single person like that, and he's going to eat them. Regardless of who the f.u.c.k they are, or which a.s.s their parents are kissing or who kisses theirs.

Kodak wanted them to feel every second of the horrific moment he was about to visit on them. They wanted to torture exotic races, **** them, and once they're done they wanted to be them. To take pieces of them and graft it onto their own filthy and unworthy bodies. They wanted to hunt, as if their lives meant nothing and wad comparable to that of a common animal, f.u.c.k!

Kodak was going to let them experience it all, what it means to be hunted. What it means to be tortured, and raped and killed. And as an added bonus he would let them experience what it feels like to be else's food, a plaything. That was a Vampire's specialty after all, they were a race driven by their hunger.

And Kodak did find them, huddled in the very same room that they had committed their atrocities. Or at the very least one that was similar seeing as this was at the top of a tower and no where close to a sewer. And as he entered the room, he closed the door behind him with a smile. Blood dripping of his body that not an inch of his original skin was seen. Kodak didn't know it yet, but it was in that second his demonic bloodline awakened, and it grew stronger in the carnage that was about to begin...that was when the screaming began.