[Mark Ward]

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[Samuel Devereux]

 Book 1: Who am I?
Chapter 2: Blood
~Part 1: Training with my wife. (#NP: “Eye of the Tiger” by: Survivor)~
“To be honest with you all I’m worried about her. She’s been overdoing it again and she knows I hate it when she does this. I’m not sure if it’s because of the nightmares or if it’s because she knows the end might be coming. I love my wife will all my heart and I’ll stand by her no matter what. But this does worry me; I don’t want her dropping dead from not sleeping or anything. My wife knows that I’ll take the reins if it gets to a point and really it’s about that point…”

I couldn’t tell you what round with was. Just that Mel was over doing it with the training. I could tell that the fire in her eyes was blazing. No doubt she was hearing the Norse calling out to her. We were at Deabs’s gym in Pittsburgh and Mel and I were sparing. No, not wrestling sparing more like bo-staff. My Father had taught me it for some reason but it comes in hand with my other line of work.

Mel went to strike me but I quickly block it. Mel dropped and spun her leg. She connected with mine and I tripped up. My staff fell out of my hand and got tossed into the air. Mel pointed hers at well…my man parts. I swore but quickly thought of an idea. I kicked her staff and it crashed into her body. I jump up and run to grab mine. Mel jumped into the air and swung at me; I ducked and rolled picking up my staff. I brought it behind my back to block my wife from slapping my back. I flipped my body and connected with her legs. Mel fell to the ground and her staff rolled out of her hand. I got up and pointed mine at her.

“Check mate.” I smiled.

“No! I never lose.” She said not admitting defeat.

“Well you did this time.” I smirked.

Ah shit I knew I shouldn’t have said that. Mel kicked me straight in the chest! I staggered back and she roundhouse kicked me taking me down. She took up her staff and I knew I was screwed. My staff was nowhere in sight but it did hit something…or well a certain someone.

“OUCH! Damn it you guys!” Deabs yelled.

“Sorry Deabs…check mate darlin’ I told you I don’t lose.”

My staff got tossed and it rolled over to me. I didn’t dare though try and argue it. Mel helped me up and I grabbed my staff.

“Again.” She said walking away from me.

“No Mel.” I told her.

“I said again!” She growled.

And that’s when that line was crossed. I could tell my wife was really tired, she doesn’t make that many slip ups. I could tell that she could work out herself to slumber or even death. I look at her and she froze seeing my gaze.

“Princess, I said no.”

“Guardian…I’m sorry.”

I walked over to her and hugged her seeing the bit of fear in her eyes.

“Shh it’s okay.”

“I didn’t mean-”

“Melanie…enough. It’s okay. Samuel doesn’t need you overdoing it again. I’ve noticed you have, you’ve been working out more and working more as well. You’re not sleeping right either, you’ve been at least getting an hour or two at most.”

“I haven’t noticed.”

I sighed knowing she’d say that.

“We’re done training for now. Sit down you look like you’re about to be a wild dog.”

I got a chuckle out of her for that one. She knew what I meant and she sat in one of the steel chairs. I toss her a water bottle and she caught it.

“Tak.”

“Welcome. You gonna be okay?”

“Always. I feel better though, I’ve needed to let some steam off after all the crap that has happened. I mean what the hell is with people getting attacked?”

“I dunno Mel. Seems like everyone’s out to get us.”

Never again. I wasn’t about to leave my family and my wife like that. If those guys think about doing that to any of us again, they have the Magi-blood to take them out. Mel smiled at me.

“It’s fine, I can handle myself plus I do carry around a Viking sword. One misstep and they’d lose a limb or two.”

“You know I have your back in this match. If anyone tries to get at you I’m gonna jump and take a bullet for you.”

Mel giggled.

“Thanks hon…after this could we get some food?

I nodded and looked at her. I grabbed her hand and lead her out of the gym. My wife I could tell though was getting tired. I guess that happens when you have three in you.

~Part 2: Sam’s past: April 8th 2015 (Told by Mel/ #NP: “Your song” by: Elton John)~
Everyone was waiting for my song to play and for me to walk out, I couldn’t believe today was the day. The day that I would end up marry Sam, my soulmate. If I had to be honest on what’s more nerve-wracking between a wedding or a title match, the wedding will beat it every damn time. Right now I felt like I was going to my lunch and I was breathing so I wouldn’t end up running this dress Amy made for me. I looked out and saw Sam at the alter with Deabs. Gabe was talking with Roxi and Keria with his laptop in hand, probably showing them some comics or files. I know Gabe and I have a three way tag match and as much as I try to push it out of my mind it kept coming back. Oh well, I’ll deal with all of them soon. I see my Mother and Father walking around me as I try to focus.

Hel: Are you certain you want to go through with this? I don’t want you to get hurt again.

I sigh, I know she cares but I’ve told her all day I was certain.

Melanie: Moh, I’m certain I want to do this. Samuel isn’t like him…he loves me for me and not for my fame or money. Sebastian I can’t say the same for, really I can’t believe he was just using me to leech off of. Really it doesn’t bother me anymore, I’ve moved on from him and well Athena is happy with Sam also. You know Children know who good people are mainly…speaking of family did you and Dad pick who’s walking me down?

My Father took my hand in his.

Sigard: I’ve chosen too.

Melanie: Alright Far, I’m fine with that.

Mother hugged me.

Hel: You look fantastic Melanie; honestly you look like a real angel. I’m proud of you though. You and your brothers and sisters took nothing from ashes and made something into an empire. Now look at you, you’re getting married and hopefully this sticks for you. I don’t like seeing my baby girl cry but I know Samuel loves you to death and wouldn’t mess this up. You two got everything perfect right now and I hope that it last for eternity…I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you all growing up though. I regret that and hopefully I can make it up by being here now and in your children’s lives.

I smile at her, well it wasn’t her fault. She was getting help for her mental illnesses. It was for the best and she’s here now at least.

Melanie: I think we’d all enjoy that I mean Athena loves you both and so does the others.

“Theme of love” from Final Fantasy four started to play and my heart skipped a beat. My Father turned to me and smiled.

Sigard: It’s time…datter, ready?

I nodded, it’s now or never.

Melanie: Ja.

We exited out and I swear my vision distorts a bit. Maybe I’m tearing up but I couldn’t tell. It seemed that everything stopped including time. Left…right…left…right, c’mon Melanie keep walking. My Father kept me held up as Samuel turned around and saw me for the first time in two days. I smile at him and felt myself blushing.

Samuel: Oh my God, she looks like a Goddess.

Deabs has his phone out and is trying to get his baseball game tuned in.

Andy: Eh, I’ve seen better.

Oh shit…Rachel’s head snapped up!

Rachel: Deabs!

Andy: Okay, okay sorry!

We made it up to the altar and Sam smiled at me. The Pastor walked out and everyone sat down.

Samuel: You look heavenly.

We lock eyes with each other.

Melanie: Tak.

Pastor Luther cleared his throat breaking me out of thoughts.

Pastor: The Lord be with you.

Everyone: And also with you.

31BD641\'>Pastor: In the Name of the Father and of the-

He does the cross sign.

Pastor: Son and of the Holy Spirit.

Everyone: Amen.

I felt myself take in a sharp breath.

Pastor: We are gathered here in the sight of God and of his Church to witness and bless the joining together of this man and this woman in holy marriage. This is an honorable estate, which God himself has instituted and blessed, and by which he gives us a picture of the very communion of Christ and his bride, the Church. God has both established and sanctified marriage and has promised to bless therein all who love and trust in him and who seek to give him their faithful worship and service, for the sake of our Lord Jesus Christ.

The union of husband and wife in heart, body, and mind is intended by God for their mutual joy, for the help and comfort given one another in prosperity and adversity, and, when it is God’s will, for the procreation of children and their nurture in the knowledge and love of the Lord. Therefore marriage is not to be entered into inadvisedly or lightly, but reverently, deliberately, and in accordance with the purposes for which it was instituted by God.

The Pastor turned to us.

Pastor: Who gives this woman to be married to this man?

Sigard: Her mother and I.

Sigard placed my hand into Samuel’s. Suddenly my Norse blood started to sing as three powerful magi-blood of the North did an exchange. My body started to resist shaking from it. Samuel helped me up and placed me across from him.

Sigard: Watch over her Baldur.

Samuel nodded.

Samuel: Ja, Lord Odin.

My Father backed away and Pastor continued.

Pastor: Inasmuch as you purpose to enter into the holy estate of marriage that is to be held in honor by all, it becomes you to hear the Word of God concerning it. . .

I started to ignore what was going on. I was focused on Sam and I could tell he was at peace right now. I couldn’t believe that I was getting married to the man of my dreams.

Pastor: Samuel Marcus Devereux, will you have this woman to be your wife, to live with her in holy marriage according to the Word of God? Will you love her, comfort her, honor her, and keep her in sickness and in health and, forsaking all others, be husband to her as long as you both shall live?

I get snapped out of my thoughts.

Samuel: I will.

Pastor: Melanie Alice Gabrielle, will you have this man to be your husband, to live with him in holy marriage according to the Word of God? Will you love him, comfort him, honor him, [obey him], and keep him in sickness and in health and, forsaking all others, be wife to him as long as you both shall live?

Melanie: I will.

Our hands join together and we both smile. The Pastor asked us to repeat something.

Samuel: I, Samuel Marcus Devereux in the presence of God and these witnesses, take you, Melanie Alice Gabrielle, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death parts us, and I pledge you my faithfulness.

Melanie: I, Melanie Alice Gabrielle, in the presence of God and these witnesses, take you, Samuel Marcus Devereux  to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death parts us, and I pledge you my faithfulness.

We slip on each other’s rings. Pastor lead us up to the altar and wraps the stole around our ring hands. This here did prove that I didn’t need any other man than Sam. Sam you just given me more inspiration to take down anyone who stands in our way.

Pastor: Grant your blessing, O Lord, to your servants Melanie and Samuel that they may be ever mindful of their solemn pledge and, trusting in your mercy, abound evermore in love all their days; through Jesus Christ, our Lord.

Everyone: AMEN.

I knew what was coming next…

Pastor: If there is a reason why these two shouldn’t be together please speak now or forever hold your peace.

Andy: Come on! What the heck was that?!

Everyone snapped their heads and saw Deabs yelling at his phone. Uriella’s eyes turned red and oh boy shit was going to happen.

Uri: DEABS!

Andy: Sorry, Jesus fuc-

Uriella threw a bible at him and it hits him on the head. HEADSHOT!

Andy: Ouch!

Gabriel cleared his throat.

Gabe: Well I have something to say but nothing that would prevent you two from getting married, no what I have to say…well more like show you will even make this wedding better for you Mel.

Gabe picked his laptop and turned it toward me.

Amy: Hey Melly!

And I cried, Amy did make it. I ran over to “her” and hugged the screen as tight as I could. Gabe slowly pried it out of my hands.

Melanie: Amy!

Amy: Sorry I couldn’t come, you know injury and pregnancy…makes it hard to travel. Trust me I want to be there in person just-

I cut her off, I knew what she was going to say.

Melanie: It’s okay Ames, I understand really. But you are here!

Amy: Okay true, well Gabe basically hooked me a line up so I could be here. I just told him not to say anything so you would be surprised any everything.

Melanie: Thanks Amy.

Amy: Yeah, yeah! Now go knock Sammy dead!

Melanie: Will do.

When I got back over to Sam we knelt in front of Pastor.

Pastor: Now that Melanie and Samuel have consented together in holy marriage and have given themselves to each other by their solemn pledges, and have declared the same before God and these witnesses, I pronounce them to be husband and wife, in the name of the Father and of the-

Cue the cross.

Pastor: Son and of the Holy Spirit. What God has joined together, let man not separate.

Everyone: Amen!

Pastor: The almighty and gracious God abundantly grant you his favor and sanctify and bless you with the blessing given our first parents in paradise that you may please him in both body and soul and live together in holy love until you life’s end.

Everyone: Amen.

We both rose up.

Pastor: Let us pray.
Almighty, everlasting God, our heavenly Father, grant that by your blessing Samuel and Melanie may live together according to your Word and promise. Strengthen them in faithfulness and love toward each other. Sustain and defend them in all trial and temptation. Help them to live in faith toward you in the communion of your holy Church and in loving service to each other that they may ever enjoy your heavenly blessing; through Jesus Christ, your Son, our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and forever.

Everyone: Amen.

Pastor: Let us join together all of the petitions of our hearts and pray for the Lord's guidance and peace as we pray the prayer He taught us.

Insert the Lord’s prayer here.

Pastor: The eternal God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, grant you his Holy Spirit, be with you and richly bless you now and forever. May I now-

I hand him a piece of paper.

Melanie: Say it please.

Pastor sighed.

Pastor: I, now pronounce this ship canon! You may now kiss your bride.

Melanie: Jeg elsker dig Sam.

Samuel: Jeg elsker dig Mel.

~Part 3: Talking (#NP: “Justice” by: Rev Theory)~
The West Coast branch of the Hunter’s society was located in Los Angeles despite how cliché that may seem on their part. Right now Lucy was sitting down on her bed reading over an old report on a vampire nest.

~Months ealier~
Lucy opened up her laptop and started writing in a word document…
The first thing that will scare me is my Father. That man is pure evil and I’m not sure who he is. That makes this even worse; I won’t know what he has in store for us or what he’s capable of. My Father tried killing me months ago but a certain someone saved me from dying…or well possible a coma. Thinking about my Father is hard, I had a feeling once ago though he was a kind man…or maybe I’m just wishing too hard. I have no idea but I do know his power is amazingly strong, I know he and many others of the Seraphina blood line use black magic. It’s in our veins and for me, I’m a mix blood. I’m a green-black magi-blood by birth. Green is the element of Earth while black in the element of Darkness. Unlike my Father and my Brother I don’t use black magic in my practice or fights, I forbid it. Only the powers at be know what can come from the use of it. For the unknown and the dark arts, I fear my Father. I wish this wasn’t true but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t.

The second thing that scares me is the fact I’m a blood-mutant. If you don’t know what that is, it’s when something foreign comes in contact with the blood. The blood tries to fight it off but ends up fusing together. Unfortunately for me, I was mutated with vampire…so yes I drink blood but not as much as a normal one does. I fear though I might become out of control and possibly either turn or kill someone. Maybe that’s why I’m anti-social for the main part; maybe it’s this I’m hiding and all. Right now I’m typing this at Lestat’s café. It’s a place where blood drinkers come to get a “pint”. Haha, get it pint? Oh you know what I mean! Blood jokes, gotta love them.

I know Claude, Rachel and Rhoda are back at the manor and I bet one if not all of them are up waiting for me. They know I tend to sneak out at night but I don’t tell them why per-say. It’s best they don’t know I come to drink. After what happened today I sure as hell am going to need it. It started with a simple vampire hunt but turned into something more…

~Earlier that night~
Lucy Seraphina found herself in New Orleans waiting for Melanie Gabrielle and Michelle Anxo to arrive. Lucy took in a deep breath of the night’s cool air. She hated these kinds of hunts, the hunts where vampires were involved. Lucy knew that they could smell their venom in her and it made her shiver each time. Yes Lucy was bait if you thought about it but the angel could care less. As long as she wasn’t bitten again and the hunt went smooth, she was fine with it. Lucy heard two sets of wings swoosh causing her to look over. Both Mel and Michelle were mere feet away from her.

“So you drag me away from possibly getting laid for a hunt eh”? Lucy had asked.

“Oh you’ll live”! Mel rolled her eyes.

“Plus we got a job to do; lustful desires of oneself have to wait”. Michelle added.

Lucy couldn’t argue with Michelle, she was right. They had a hunt to take care of and, anything Lucy wanted would have to wait. Michelle took out her bow and arrows while Mel got her guns ready. Lucy already had her hidden blades strapped to her arms. Lucy also had daggers hidden on her too. The trio without any delay start walking down an abandon road.

“So how big is the nest”? Lucy asked.

“Michelle scoped out the place she said around five of them from what she can tell”. Mel replied.

“Shouldn’t be that hard”. Michelle said.

“Chelle you know vampire nest aren’t to be fucked with”. Lucy told her.

“Yeah I know tell me something I don’t know”. Michelle shot.

“Enough you two. Focus or you’ll get bitten remember what happened last time”. Mel started to say.

That shut them up and Mel knew it. About ten minutes later the three ladies were in front of a decaying house. It was a now muddy blue color with some of the roof gone, the windows broken out and, the front door nearly off its hinges. Mel loaded her guns up; Michelle loaded her bow with an arrow and Lucy got her blades ready. Lucy walked away from the group and toward the house. They knew that the other vampires in the house would smell her and come crawling out to see if it was one of their own. Just on cue vampires walked out from the house.

“Who are you”? One of them asked.

“Your death”. Lucy growled.

Sam: I figured you’d be in here.

Lucy looked up as Sam sat on the bed.

Sam: Good luck at the charity thing.

Lucy: Thanks.

Sam: I have to ask…what was it like being turned?

Lucy blinked and Sam wondered if he had asked the wrong question. He never talked to Lucy about the whole ordeal but was interested in it.

Lucy: Like I was being killed.

Sam nodded.

Sam: I’m sorry. Really it shouldn’t have happened to you. You’re such a good person Lucy and I mean that. It sucks knowing that you at times hate yourself because of something that wasn’t your fault.

Lucy: Thanks Sam but really it won’t change the way I feel.

Sam: Is there anything you can tell me about vampires?

Lucy: You’re facing one aren’t you?

Sam nodded.

Lucy: I get an odd vibe from the guy. He could probably hold as much blood vodka as I can.

Sam laughed hard understanding the Russian stereotype joke.

Lucy: We’re complex Sam. Every one of us is different so you need to be careful. I don’t need the wife getting pissed.

Sam: Right…thanks Luce. Ugh do you need me to walk you out or drive you there?

Lucy: No, I’m good.

Sam: You gonna charm them?

Lucy: No powers.

Sam: You know I was joking.

Lucy nodded and hugged her brother in law.

Sam: Good luck Luce and thank you a ton for this.

Lucy: Welcome…oh I have my logs and books around if you want to read up on vampires.

With that Lucy snapped her fingers and vanished. Sam grabbed her laptop and started to read the log.

Sam: It’s going to be a long night!

~Part 4: On the hunt (#NP: “Vampire” by: People In Planes)~
You know I won my first match here and it feels so good! I found out last week I’m having two sons and a daughter with my wife. Really right now everything is going amazing! But once I read the card for Summer XXXtreme, little did I know though we’d have a problem on our hands. You see like the rest of the magi-blood, I hunt. I take down the things you don’t believe in and well he is one of them.

Dmitri is a vampire, he’s a blood drinker and I don’t want to know if he’s a screamer. For people living under a rock; vampire are as old as time. A vampire is a being from folklore who subsists by feeding on the life essence, generally in the form of blood of living creatures. Undead beings, vampires often visited loved ones and caused mischief or deaths in the neighbourhoods they inhabited when they were alive. They wore shrouds and were often described as bloated and of ruddy or dark countenance, markedly different from today's gaunt, pale vampire which dates from the early 19th century.

Yes people it’s required to know these things. In our lives we don’t know what we’ll go against next. Also all that Hollywood bull has effed up people’s vision with them. So lesson time for you guys! First off crosses don’t work but holy water does. Stakes they paralyzes them, silver burns their skin. What they do worry about is fire and bullets. Fire burns them to death and bullets cause damage. If they’re silver bullets it could burn their insides.

If you try to assassinate Lucy that way, it won’t work on her. The difference between Lucy and normal vampire is this. Magiblood mutate vampires are more immune to a normal vampire’s weakness. Sure Lucy has to drink blood but really ask her if you have questions. It’s not really my place to talk seeing how I’m a different thing…

If you think I’m gonna end killing this guy again wrong. Sorry but that stuff isn’t allowed in the ring. But I am going to treat this with my hunting approach. Vampires I know for a fact are dangerous creatures in private or public. But not all are bad trust me, I know for a fact people like Lucy’s adopted sire are kind and are willing to help others. Then you have the evil ones like Lucy’s biological sire who are willing to kill or force people to change without consent.

Remember people consent is necessary!   

Now Dmitri is from Russia like Lucy…

Oh you know now that makes me feel like either he’s stalking Lucy, or he’s part of some underground vampire mob or is purely coincidental. Either way though he’s from Russia, he’s a vampire, and this match won’t be taken lightly. Trust me this match is more on the dark side of things. That’s fine by me seeing how still to the SCW fans, I’m mysterious just like my opponent. If I did tell you guys everything flat out then what would be the fun in that?  

I know Dmitri is a threat; every vampire is one on their own merit. This one is a wrestler though so you always have to be on guard. Dmitri is a vampire who won the Internet Championship. Impressive I’ll say, it takes a ton to be one and congrats to him I will say. Now both Dmitri and I are different compared to most of the roster, we both want the win in the match.

But Dmitri, I want to walk out the winner. I’m willing to take you to the brink where your immortality breaks in order to win. I will drag you through the fire and flames if it means to weaken you. You’ll feel the sting of the silver that my moves will cause. Oh and the pain of holy water will cause you to scream when I walk out the winner.

You see Dmitri, I’m not some normal man; you can try to threaten me but I won’t blink. You see on the so call damnation scale, I’m lower than you. That right there should hint to you about something. But I’ll see if you can figure it out. But in our match, don’t be shocked if I come out with fire in my eyes. Don’t be scared if you don’t know what to do. In all honestly I am the enigma, the mysterious one, Denmark’s Gambit who everyone bets on.

Dmitri, I paid my dues in spades and now I have a Queen of hearts. Good luck in our match because the hunter is now…

The hunted.

[Goth]

 A loss often is a gain.

Inner Thoughts: I know you will look at this and say that I’m stupid, merely attempting to talk bravery into my already dead mind… The question remains, whose mind needs stimulation the most??? Why don’t I just sink in my teeth and let you all gather your thoughts for the very first time….,

As nothing life is certain than the mere assumptions of those who dare to be wrong every single time. Not knowing, not caring. Not interested upon anything else besides their point of view. Something I have fed off for many of centuries, it’s time for all of you to learn….

A memory’s past

1885

Inner Thoughts: The open sea as I travel from France by boat to England. I’ve had enough of the foolishness of the French after losing the War against China in the East. Vietnam abandoned and they thought they were so supreme and dominant… how foolish to assume to think such a thing… perhaps England can amuse me with their bravery… what was it again?? Oh yes, Britannia rules the waves… how foolish to think that they can rule that does not dare to be tamed.

Suddenly a voice awakens me out of these dark thoughts.

Sir??

Inner Thoughts:  The decency in the voice, the softness of it all. This kid must not be older than fourteen

Yes kid??

Thank goodness you heard me, I was calling you for a while when I was at the other side of the deck. It’s getting dark sir, it’s best you get inside. The captain told everyone that there will be a heavy storm later on.

Inner Thoughts: Oh I heard him alright, but the beating heart inside his throat made me be distracted from the voice of panic. No, I was listening to something far more interesting indeed…. Something I may just end up devouring shortly.

Thank you…. Forgive me, I did not catch your name….

Bruce sir, is it your first travel overseas?? You look a little pale.

Inner Thoughts: Oh how sweet to hear the innocence into the voice of a kid that has not acquired the base into his voice. How sweet will the muffled sounds be like when I hold my hand over his mouth while I drain him completely…

I’m well Bruce, I will be here for a little bit longer before I will walk inside…. Who knows I may just see you later

The kid walks off as the memory fades softly to the dark mind of Dmitri.

Inner Thoughts: Oh I remember that night vividly, it was the final night before reaching the shore of a new and uncharted island…. A country that where people drive on the other side of the road compared to 95 percent of the entire world. Then again, a nation that is completely covered in water has it’s ways to change the minds of those against who are merely covered in sand… a Nation of where they outsmarted the Germans in World War II… using Radar to defend their shores, the RAF flying across the skies as if they were angels of the sky… but then again, destruction is quickly following the harps of the prays of their royalties…

England was a mere holiday nation, spending merely a hundred years compared to the rising nations of France, Russia and even Germany. And yet the days of Jack the Ripper was amusingly, why?? Isn’t it ironic to be in a country for over a few years now and suddenly blood emerges. Blood that flew across the streets of London and made the screams of those citizens from the top of their lungs. The sweetest sounds that I have ever heard… besides of choking out people with these bare hands

Inner Thoughts: My hands, a tool of destruction and yet also a tool of art. How much can these fingers possibly be able to do when you put your mind to it… the gentle carress of someone’s hairs or the mere fact that I can scratch away a wall or grab an axe and chop away at someone’s body or break your bones. Just like I am chopping down a tree.

A tree, a gift from God into the minds of many religious believes that their Lord created it on one of the six days that he created the world. To have the roots sink down into the ground, drinking away at the life force of the earth. The gift of earth that brings you humans oxygen while obtaining that what you breath out. A gift huh?? It’s more like a leach that tends to suck up everything that you bring into the world except from your foul language and stupidity.

And yet you decide to pollute it all with all your machinery and cutting down forests to grant yourself a living that you never deserved in the first place. What’s wrong people?? Forgetting the days that you lived in a cage and wore nothing more than a hide that you caught the day before?? /

Inner Thoughts: Of course not, you are sophisticated. You have outgrown the few grunts that you were used to. Decided to walk up straight and become something that only God himself was hoping that would never happen. Weren’t the humans created in his own image?? I guess the grunting moron has seen what evolution can do to him

Drifting back to 1888

London, England

Inner Thoughts: Another victim killed by Jack the Ripper, as I just sit there in an open window. He never saw me look at him, then again I was not surprised to see his methods. It were the ones of a classic serial killer, nothing new as I have watched him for a while. I yawn, I’ve already fed and drinking the blood of an already dead person does not satisfy my needs. It’s a myth that us vampires will die of drinking blood of an already dead person, merely because of the thought that the blood would have turned cold quickly. What makes you humans be so creative in your own ignorance?? Is it the mere fact that you wish to fantasise of a mythical creature, but then put limitations upon it?? So that the stake through the heart would always save you???

Oh no Jack…, killing young prostitutes does not cause you to clean the streets of the filth of the world. I would start at the cause of all problems, those who proclaim that they have the knowledge to guide a country while they sit on their fat asses in the House of Lords. But then again, in that era everyone was too simple minded just like you huh Jack?? So lowering yourself upon those who wish to sell their flesh for a mere few pennies is what is expected of you isn’t it Jack??

Inner Thoughts: I could have spoken that way for hours, but only the flies around the burning light of my open window would be the ones to witness the words I spoke out. Something that I have walked around with for another 97 years before deciding to move on to a new world. Slowly entering the continent of America by merely sailing the seas from England to Iceland, towards Greenland and Canada to the land that has so far captured my interest.

But I should not move ahead in time too fast, I may get seasick….

Do I miss Mother Russia?? To miss something it should still be there…, My Mother Russia was one of might, one of leadership and acting upon their own self intentions to strike even more might. Not like a political figure that tries to persuade the world with the riches of the planet, the money that would bring a few sports successes as it is followed by being caught to use a forbidden medicine. I wonder where it all went wrong?? Perhaps the fact that Mikhail did not see the dangers that were ahead of him when Boris Jeltsin knocked at his door. Asking to be let in, trying to reason with him as he knew he would take over the might of Russia and the USSR.

Inner Thoughts: Am I a supporter of communism?? I’m the one that travels the world alone, I do not have a lord… I do not have a Democracy or a Communistic belief that would alter the world. I dare to drink the blood of those who wish to travel the world and choose to cross my path.

How do I know you choose this path?? Just look at the blood that was spilled by yours truly, just like Jack attempted to do… only to fail in sophistication of course….

For now a history lesson, next time there’s more.

2016

Las Vegas, Nevada.

James Tuscini can be seen packing his bags, looking at some of his shirts that he will be wearing at the cruise as well as checking his sunglasses.

What type of sunscreen should I be using ?? Oh man, I just don’t want to have my sensitive skin get burned while I burn down my opposition.

A door opens softly, the pale figure called Dmitri enters the room out of sight of James Tuscini who didn’t heard him come in.

It will be fun taking down Casey Williams and Shipman and get some retribution over Shipman as Ryan Keys is the only one that is a real threat to me

And your over confidence James.

James Tuscini drops the shirts that he was holding and sighs before turning his attention to his tag team partner.

I told you to knock before entering the door Dmitri, you know how much of a sensitive hearing I have. Next time you cause me a heart attack.

Dmitri ignores James as he walks over towards the wine cooler and grabs the bottle that reads Dmitri. He unscrews the bottle and pours himself a glass and drinks the blood from it. he wipes his mouth as he stares at the window and sees the sun going down.

I have hated the sunsets James, I have wished when I turned into a vampire that I would have to be hidden from it just like the stories has attempted to scare me.

Well at least you don’t have to worry about being burned Dmitri

He nods his head as he takes another sip from the blood before placing the glass on the window frame. He puts his arms over each other and stares at the red glow.

Granted that to be true Jason, but it did make me realize that the dangers that were almost preached about were just hideous lies. Lies that would keep you from the streets at night and pretend to be safe at day. While the one that turned me watched me every single day and night as he sat on that bench and just stared at me… watch me grow up as I did not know any better than he was my guardian angel… until he stepped out from underneath the sheep clothing and took away my innocence.

Do you wish you never were turned???

A grin emerges on the face of Dmitri, knowing that James was serious. He turns his head as he shakes his head no

No James, I do not. It’s these moments like this that makes the world a much better place for me to understand and do what I have to do to make people understand that they are just merely victims for my thirst. Even though there are those who deserve the benefit of staying alive for my own amusement of course.

A grin emerges upon the face of Dmitri once more, returning his gaze at the window as he runs his fingers over the edge of his glass before slowly grabbing it. He lifts it up towards his mouth and bares his sharp fangs before sipping away.

I saw that you are facing Samuel Devereux, a vampire hunter. Who is the brother in law of another vampire Lucy Seraphina. Does that worry you??

Silence comes over Dmitri, drinking away at the glass of blood before placing it back upon the window frame.

Every vampire does what it has to do James, even if it is to hunt it’s very own kind that turned her or him into one themselves. Interesting concept to hunt those who are in groups, a nest that tries to find their path through the boredom that is you humans…. And have to be hunted by those that should have been hunted in the first place….

I guess the world truly has changed hasn’t it oh James???

James Tuscini scratches his head, not sure how to respond to it as this goes beyond his matter.

But it shall be a moment in time where I realize that there is someone opposed to me James that wants to study the life of a vampire. That lives with the notion that his sister in law is one. The fact that he watches her, every single day struggling with the notion who she truly is. Mutated or not, something that I only know would be suitable for those who came long after the elders of her kind. How old must she be now after being reborn??? Yes reborn Lucy, as the old you died to be replaced by the one that you are today…. Is that what troubles you over the fact that who I am is beyond that what you have ever have come in contact with?? Or is it merely the fact that your legacy of books do not cover the elders of your kind…..

Elders???

Dmitri shakes his head, staring at the sun that is almost gone as if it is vanishing into the sand of Las Vegas, to merely bring the night where the night crawlers always tend to hunt.

He says he is a hunter, he kills those like you.

So he says, but words of a brave man never truly visions the truth of his actions. As his actions are merely moments, a well chosen point in time to strike and to take away a life. His guide to how to kill a vampire 101 has hit many views on the internet I am sure, but does that truly hold to any scale of that what he does not know???

Well…..

It’s okay James, I wish not to trouble you in your routine to bask in the sun for the many rays of the sun that will glide upon your skin at the cruise. But the truth is out there that this hunter wish not to experience before I have set my eyes upon his….

With that Dmitri slowly walks off, leaving James staring at the now empty glass that he drank the blood from before the shot fades.

Summer of XXXtreme.

That night
4 am.

The shot opens up at the balcony of Dmitri, whom is sitting on top of the railing of his balcony with his back against the wall. The wide balcony is wide enough for him to be comfortable at as his room is at the 11th floor. He looks into the emptiness of Las Vegas, as the only things that show life are the lights of hotels, casion’s. bars, clubs etc etc.

The hunted, becomes the hunter….,

Interesting thought of how to change the routine that of us have grown accustomed to. To overcome the thread of perhaps the few against the many??

A soft sigh comes out of the mouth of Dmitri as he grabs a glass and drinks some blood before placing it in front of him.

The necessity to fulfil your quest makes me wonder Samuel, does this mean all of our kin must die??? Or should only the kind of us, who have experienced the softness and the kindness of a child stay alive? Obviously your sister in law, who hasn’t been one of my kind for so long should be an exception to that rule isn’t it??

He grins, placing his head against the wall softly as he stares at the moon.
>But aren’t you aware that a child one day grows old?? Grows out of it’s innocence and becomes what you humans always dread?? To grow into someone that is rebellious?? That blames everyone in the world and feels that nobody understands them?? And then the teen becomes an adult… the most entertaining change in life that I enjoy oh so much every single time….

Where they become aware of their mistakes and try to do whatever it is that they have done wrong and make up for it?? Don’t you think sweet Lucy will not dare to do the same?? So many questions are dying to be answered, yet you have not felt the wit and daring conscience to ask me. Why is this to be so difficult?? You proclaim to know so much and yet, when it comes down to reality Samuel… what do you truly know???

The wind blows through his hair, covering his face as he moves them out of his face after a few moments. His black finger nails clearly visible through his pale skin that is mixed up with his long brown hair.

The holy water, the stakes, the crosses, the Holy Bibles, the silver bullets…. The burning fire that will crisp up my skin and end my centuries old body…. It’s almost as if I am reading another example of Bram Stoker’s Dracula novel where Vlad only wanted the love of his wife…. Who died after believing that he was dead… only to cause him to turn into what people bestow him always to have been.

Yet, just like Jack The Ripper… he was nothing more than a mad man that killed because of his insanity. Maybe you humans should turn Jack into a mythical vampire as well, another legendary creation altered in time to please the minds of the weak. While I have pleased myself many of times washing my hands into the water you prescribed to be…. I’m surprised you even forgot to mention the word Garlic. Does it not cause us to run off to safety after smelling it’s scent?? Or was the mere thought of putting it around your neck too much for even you to bare oh Vampire Hunter???

I wonder how many fools have you ridden that were beneath the life chain of that what is beneath the elders?? The vampies of the ancient world that apparently has not come across the world of cleansing of the new?? You see Samuel, true vampires never tend to mingle with the likes of their own, only the weak do as they wish to eventually pry the strength away from those who are like them… merely to survive… I on the other hand, I have walked this earth many of centuries as a guide of where thing have gone wrong with your human society… only to realize that you do not learn from mistakes of yesterday’s past…..

He closes his eyes for a few moments, then he inhales before exhaling the oxygen that he was holding for a few seconds.

So I can try and threaten you all I want, but you shall not blink?? Why would I need to threaten someone that already is trying to hide behind strong words?? The ones that need to speak out the words of bravery, are merely the ones that are hiding their doubt and fears. Oh I’m sure that nothing that I will say to YOU will make you worried what I will do to you. Because you are brave, you are a vampire hunter, you are just like Lawrence Van Helsing. One that killed vampires on his own, one that never showed fear isn’t it??

Or are you wrong as you should be concerned about the prospect of hunting a hunter? The mere notion that you wish to embark upon a path that I have travelled over for centuries that are countless compared to your middle aged life??? It would be an interesting concept for minds to embark upon isn’t it Samuel??? One that has yet to be written down upon a piece of paper and alter it in a book of many twists and turns… as Anne Rice once attempted to write a novel where a vampire would be interviewed and write down his sadness and his loneliness… only not to be understood by a mere mortal…. Is this the path you choose Samuel?? Husband of a beautiful wife?? Yet I know that any threat that I will speak off will be just pushed aside and laughed at won’t it??

You speak off respect for my accomplishments, respect is something I hold dear to my black heart my friend Samuel. Something I wish to extend to those who I enter the ring with, to enter a realm where rules prohibit the hunter from certain rules and needs to adapt. Adaptation my dear Samuel, adaptation is something that has kept me alive since the early years of Mother Russia when the Tsars were not even born…. I no longer know what it was like to be human, I only see reminders of that what may have been when I see people like you struggle with the reality of what I truly am… as assuming what I really am is not what troubles you apparently. Yet you should heave the words of your dear Luce well… as there is even that what she does not understand.

His eyes slowly open, his black eyes stare straight into the emptiness of the sky as he does not look straight into the camera.

Use the hunt as your path into our match, only to have the one to be confused with the other as other things already has troubled humans in the past. You see dear Samuel, you speak of a fight. Is this a fight for the right between that of humans and vampires?? Or is it merely the fact that you wish to prove to the world that vampires of evil have no place in this world?? You seem confused and idealistic of a fool of a man called Samuel…. You should be more concerned with the way you and others like you make decisions, take the right upon your own two hands and undo the wrong that has happened to this world as you see it. Because you take this as merely a fight you wish to win, is that what you humans wish to remember at the end of it all?? That you have won??? I have learned a long time ago from a wise elder… that in order to finish first, you first have to finish… so go ahead Samuel, attempt your quest in victory…

Because in the end, it will be all too late. In the end, it will be all merely another example of how things in life choke you out without me even having to place my fingers around your neck. Wiping away the sweat before I can sink my teeth into your flesh and take away what makes you tick. You speak of the sire that helps those like Lucy?? Those are the ones that wish to adapt and mingle with the humans and do not attract attention. Those are the weak that you wish to keep around as what?? Mere pets?? To please yourself as you can futher your study of the unknown that is standing right in front of you??? My compassion to others has died a long time ago Samuel, my hopes and dreams to ask forgiveness from those who I have taken away their lives has perished… you do know the saying don’t you? Ashes to ashes, dust to dust… do you think that when it has ended, that something will change??

You should be looking into the mirror and not take my own words as warnings, as you will not fear them. You shouldn’t take these eyes as a threat as clearly you have already stared into many soulless creatures before me… and yet, you do not know a damn thing…. In the end, I will walk away from that six sided ring. Not caring to feast upon you or anyone else on that cruise ship. In the end, I will walk away on the ship that will ultimately bring us to the next stop of our destination. A destination that will ultimately be uncertain whether you will arrive as a victor or not… but a certainty will remain Samuel… in the end… the hunted remains my prey….

With that Dmitri closes his eyes and smiles as the shot slowly fades.

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[Dmitri]

 Mother Russia…

Thoughts: The past centuries I’ve watched you grow and change, but the one thing that always remained the same was the blood that flew. The struggle of power that greats had, those who wished to rule the entire nation with an iron fist. And yet YOU Mother Russia, YOU never opened up your mouth and begged for forgiveness….. I guess Mother knows no forgiveness when the Red Square lights up at night, where soldiers march to their own drum and a tyrant plots his next move….

I wonder Mother Russia, have you allowed your siblings to suck on your milk when they grew into those who they have become?? Or was milk just for the weak?? For those who would not survive in the everlasting change of tyranny, only to have it emerge from a different angle and a different name. Tsars, Bolsheviks, communism… or the new reign of alternative domination of one man that used to be a KGB agent?? I wonder how things would have looked differently upon your watchful eyes if you weren’t such …. Should I whisper?? Or should I just stand in a corner and overthink my misbehaviour and plan a new way of dealing with your own sadness. People love to romanticise about you, while the wrinkles of your own face are carved upon every streetcorner of the entire nation. Holding on to a stranglehold until the only thing that you would see is blood…

What difference does this make compared to me you wonder??? Good question as I am educated enough to respond with a simple minded answer. I need it to live, you need it to survive. And to the unwanting brains of those who do not know anything better Mother…. I know there’s a difference. You see, your quest to survive is build out of fear, fear of one day staring into the eyes of that what you cannot control…., while I control the lives of those who will ultimately expand my undying quest to eternal damnation. A quest to educate the souls of eternal foolishness Mother… to land a hand, caress you’re your wrinkled skin. Watching how the breathing slowly trembles under the mighty mountains that hides behind the nightgown of your demise. I know you fear me Mother, I know you are trembling with hope of one day finding your own human flesh that would rip me apart. Only for you to know that I am the fear that you cannot contain and the fear that you will perish to in eternal sadness. Knowing that I will not bow down to you, knowing that I am beyond your reach and beyond your sadness to control the world. I control the fate of those who are my enemies… I control the fate of those who are send by you and I control the fate of those who wish to hunt me… as this is merely only a game…..,

July 28th 2016

Abourd the cruise ship where we will witness Summer XXXtreme, we see people enjoying their vacation trip on the cruise ship. Wrestlers preparing for their matches at their special places where the crowds aren’t supposed to come. Where they enjoy some private time with their families as the shot slowly fades towards a restaurant, located at the top deck of the cruise ship where Dmitri is seated. He is drinking a glass of red liquid that is obviously blood as the camera is pointed at him, while he is staring past the camera towards someone that the camera can’t see.

Thank you for being my guest at this random night at this cruise, a guest that obviously has caught my intrest for how long now?? But then again, why would I just speak out and reveal a tale that humans would not understand??

His dark eyes are staring vividly at the other side of the table, out of the sight of the camera as it is apparently not being controlled by someone but merely pointed at the Vampire wrestler of the SCW.

I have travelled the world on my own after deciding to be the one that took away the hopes and dreams of my maker. I had no longer any interest to him as he was weak, self centered and above all… one that was merely alive to surround himself by weaklings. As you may have noticed my dear, I have become anything BUT….

Forgive me, it was not my intention to speak words of merely showcasing how strength could be described by mere words. Words that should not always be a warning to prove a point of you are not afraid, to prove that you are brave and strong and can take on the entire world. Because that’s a weakness that humans possess wouldn’t you agree??

A muffled answer can be heard, clearly Dmitri not wanting to reveal the identity of the person that sits across him.

Granted, the sand that these humans walk upon is only a next stop away for us. Being captured among the same captivity amongst us would only pride me for walking these decks late at night and pick out the weakling at a time. But then again, why would I deprive myself from your presence. Someone that knows the wheeling and dealing of this world all too well, someone that I wish to reveal upon the world and yet…. Why would I show the humans that pleasure??? As it is merely being seduced to be mine all along.

Seduction, such a interesting word that would have so many different meanings for all those around the world. Often confused with lust, often confused with sex and everything that comes along. As these things could be only partial that what makes things so seductive wouldn’t you agree??

His hand runs over the table, to reach out for the person on the other side unable to see anything that would reveal the identity as his movement would ultimately vanish out of sight of the camera.

How things have changed since the last time I have left the ancient world, the world where I was reborn as who I am today. The legacy that has ultimately caused many to follow, including the incarnation of that what is apparently the sister in law of my opponent. A vampire that wishes to deprive the world of those who came after me and perhaps after her. A thought comes to mind as I wonder what made her judge, jury and executioner???

No please do not answer that question my dear, it would only cause the world to be left with more questions than mere answers. Miss Lucy must one day walk the trials of who she has become and what she is attempting to deprive herself from to really become. A vampire that hunts those who she despises, oh haven’t we all been there?? I have despised the one that made me who I am today… only to satisfy the need to take measures into my own hands after accepting who I have become. I wonder Luce… as my opponent called you with so much care and with so much love. I wonder how often have you tried to keep your eyes open?? Not wishing to fall asleep, the coldness of the night or day… to deprive you from the realisation that your body and mind eventually alters you to become like me?? How often have you whispered to yourself, that you will not turn into those who would have welcomed you with open arms? Or are you still hoping and dreaming to find peace and heart with the fact that this is the closest of ever being reborn as “human” once more???

His eyes slowly close as a sickening smile emerges from his face, he lets his hand run towards his face.

But I am sure that you are surrounded yourself well with those who are just as good as you. Those who have the same quest in mind to destroy others like me, those who threaten the existence of the human race and for some reason…. I am sure that it does also threaten yours isn’t it Luce?? Forgive my boldness to produce the same name that the family that has entered your world by marriage has used over and over again. But then again, shouldn’t we Russian Vampires stick together somehow??

It will be a pleasing moment in time as one day our paths may just cross and how altering the effects will be when the doubt races up your mind. You do not know anything Luce, until the knowledge that knows about you has crossed your mind. Floods you with that what you cannot comprehend, reveal all the truth that you fear off… and ultimately end up with the choice to leave those who you proclaimed to have loved… knowing that you have never known that word to begin with.

Бережёного Бог бережёт.(The Lord helps those who help themselves.)

The only issue is Luce, are you helping yourself?? Or are you just lying to the foundation that what you stand for?? That what you have become?? The lies to others who you successfully make them believe that you will never harm them. Biting your lower lip every time that you feel that urge… reaching for that one wonder medicine that would make you believe that is just as good as the real thing. Not wanting to drain the thoughts, the memories and the guilts of those who are just foolish enough to believe that they are stronger than us Luce… no Luce, you are only helping yourself to believe that your mutation makes you stronger than anything else… it doesn’t change the fact that you are Nosferatu… just like us…

His eyes take his focus off the person that is in front of him for a few moments, staring into the camera for a few moments as his dark fingernails are scratching his skin while staring into the camera as if he is looking at Lucy Serraphina.

You should know better by now that the cluelessness of your dumbfounded minds would vaporate with that what I could show you, what I could show others. Even that human that calls him family to you. You no longer have any relatives since that faithful moment that came… Come Home Luce… come home….

His eyes turn back to the person that is sitting in front of him as he takes a sip of the blood from the glass and they chat as the shot slowly fade.

The hunt, by land, through air and by sea….

Dmitri can be seen sitting at the roulette table, holding some chips in his hands as he stares at his tag team partner James Tuscini trying to entertain some of the fans on the ship. He slowly places a few chips on the even numbers option of the table and nods his head to the croupier.

No more bets please

And then Dmitri and I took down those idiots in our debut tag team match. Hey Dmitri, these people want to meet you

Dmitri stares at their direction with some chips being held between his fingers as he lets them roll between his fingers before placing them back on the table in front of him.

Do they think life is just like this game James?? A gamble???

James looks at Dmitri and sighs before turning his attention towards the fans

He has been a bit cranky all day, but I promise you that I will shot a picture of you guys with the living dead guy.

Black 34, you sir have won again

The croupier places the winnings in front of Dmitri, who nods his head and stares at the camera crew who have slowly approached the table.

Are you going to be this boring all night long Dmitri?? I mean seriously, I was checking out that blonde over there. But she would not even come close to the table thanks to you.

Dmitri ignores the comment being made by James as he places all of his winnings on un even before staring at the woman and then towards his tag team partner.

Last night I saw her trying to hook up with Steve Ramone.

Ah man!!! And you didn’t told me???

Dmitri calm and collectively nods as he watches the ball spin and end up on 11 and collects another winnings. He tips the croupier with some chips and walks over to his tag team partner and Roulette champion as they walk over to the black jack table.

I don’t get it, why are you so fascinated with this casino?? Back in Vegas you won’t even dare to come near one!!!

Dmitri asks for two cards and gets a seven of spades and a nine of hearts

I have been told that the air of the open sea changes you James, I guess I was also effected by this.

James scratches his head as he watches Dmitri ask for another card and receives a 4 of Diamonds.

That’s twenty sir, would you like to have another card sir??

Hit me

Are you out of your mind?? You have twenty?? The chances of getting an Ace is like one in a…

Just at that moment the dealer hands Dmitri a card and it appears to be an Ace of Spaces. The dealer turns his cards and reveals a queen of diamonds and a Jack of Spades.

21 one sir, you have won

Dmitri receives the winnings and tips the dealer as he turns his attention towards James Tuscini, who cannot believe his eyes.

Why stop now?? Go on man!! You have a lucky hand tonight!! We can be millionaires at the end of the night!! Woohoo!!

I do not intend to collect money James, it has no value to me.

Well if you don’t want it!! I’m sure to help you out with that !!!

James reaches out towards the chips won by Dmitri, but the former internet champion stops him by grabbing his wrist and stares into the eyes of Tuscini.

Greed does not make you a winner or a survivor James… it makes you weak, just like those who have to rely upon tactics to get to where they want to be

James scratches his head as he slowly retrieves his hand

If I want to get somewhere, I call a limo Dmitri

Dmitri ignores the comment being made by his tag team partner as he looks around the crowd and grins eventually.

I realize how genuine you are James. How tough you are inside the ring and how oblivious you are from what I am talking about outside it. You see James, in life there is things that are being called oppertunities. An opportunity to achieve that what you want to achieve or run away from that what you fear. Some of them wish to take the opportunity to take out that what they fear

You mean Samuel Devereux??

Dmitri nods his head as he stares through the entire casino, looking for any particular movement that what James clearly could not spot[/color]

What??

It’s so pleasing to know that he and I are so close James, last week there were words of warnings. Words of a troubled mind that wishes to tell the world but more importantly me, that he is not afraid of me. That he knows what he has to do as I am now the hunted instead of the hunter.

Oh man, that vampire hunting thing again??? Seriously, I would rather go fishing than do something stupid like that

Dmitri grins, his eyes focused upon everyone so quickly as his eyes rages on through the crowd while for the naked eye it only seems that they are not moving at all.

Soon enough he will find out why I am who I say I am… until that moment comes James… I would suggest we would just try to entertain ourselves.

With that the two walk off as Dmitri cashes in all of his chips and has a fun evening with his tag team partner.

That night

Dmitri walks the deck at 4 am, he stops as he places his hands on the railing of the ship and stares at the water that moves quietly underneath the ship.

Are you hunting now Samuel?? Or are you fast asleep and dreaming about counting little sheep?? Hoping and preying that the big bad wolf will not come by and devour one or more of them??? Because the way I see it Samuel…, hunters need their rest. Hunters need their sleep and most of the time, you sleep when you expect us to hunt don’t you??

He stares at the waves, the glistening of the moonlight hitting the water as he sees how everything evolves underneath him.

But when you want to become the hunter Samuel? To enter my realm as you do not possess the hunting desires that I have obtained throughout the ages that I have wandered this earth… tell me Samuel, tell me what you have learned from a novice vampire that has shown you a few books?? Tell me, tell me what skills have been portrayed upon your part to understand what it takes to hunt me down and break me….

Oh granted, you said you would use these skills to beat me inside the ring. You proclaimed the fact that you would not be altered by fear… isn’t that the biggest fear of them all?? Not to know fear?? To believe too much in your own capacity of that what you do not possess Samuel? Or is it merely the fact that you believe in your trade of being closely related to something that is not even close to what I am??

He closes his eyes, he listens to the sounds of the water and everything else around him. He senses the movement of the ship underneath his feet.

I feel a troubling thought emerge upon your own mind Samuel, a troubled soul often feels the need to break free from his own insecurity. Obviously you will deny these words as to be merely rubbish, forgive me if I do not approve of using alternative curse words that these days would sound just plain and normal as the mere word of tree and flower. I just would love not to lower my standards of that of an ordinary mortal, a mortal that would not know anything of sophistication except of that what he would read out of a book.

And yet I have been quite intriqued by your words, wondering to your brave tales of hunting down and killing actual vampires. Or would you rather have Luce do all the work and you just proceed to do the finalisation of that what you perceive to be your work Samuel?? It’s obvious that a relative would allow your moment of desperation, your moment of where all shame would just run over your body and guilt will take over as you would not even be able to stare into the eyes of your own sister in law. You see Samuel, I have been around for how many centuries now?? I have dwelled by all the brave words of those who have tried before you and quite obviously have failed. I should be thanking you that you will accept SCW ruling on murder and just simply accept the fact that the closest thing you can do to me is merely pin me or make me submit.

Would it be against your morals to allow me to walk away from the ring after our match?? Would you be consumed of killing me afterwards?? Perhaps after we set foot on solid ground after this cruise?? Or would you consider your contract as a wrestler more sacred than your true calling?? It’s what makes you weak, always willing to obey to the rules that others set you up with. To have a caution, to have a notion of what is right and what is wrong… while it comes down to me, I just do what I want. I will vanish into the thin air that is of the night and hunt… I will not haunt you at this Sunday’s extravaganza Samuel. Not because I stick by the rules, but it will please me to know that I will torment others who will be watching on the television screen or are present on this ship. To know the fact that you will be struggling to haunt me down, while knowing deep down inside that it is the other way around. A vampire cannot be dictated, a vampire cannot be contained like Lucy likes to contain her urges by believing that what is right… or merely the fact that the hatred that she has for her own kind is merely the beginning.

Do you think Samuel, do you possibly think for one moment in time that I will not beg for you to grab some silver and place it upon my chest?? To have you stare into the eyes of the creations of that what is pure?? I ask of you, no I beg of you to do what comes natural to your heart and desires to undo the wrong… but I know you won’t, I know you can’t and that’s the reason why you will not become the hunter this coming Sunday Samuel. Because down the path that what we have chosen to travel, a path that once you set foot upon it Samuel… that there is no turning back.

Dmitri slowly opens his eyes, stares into the darkness before turning his attention towards the camera.

I have learned the flaws of you humans, I have seen the sins that slowly falls over you as there is always something that makes you weak. I have seen the hunger for power, I have seen the desire to wage war. Nothing Samuel, nothing that your kind has educated themselves over the time that you have evolved from the time that you crawled around like an ape…. To the time that you speak of these things that you have spoken towards me… nothing, but nothing will educate you for that what I shall do to you.

I do not seek to enter fear into your heart, I do not seek to speak out threats that will make you change your mind. I seek the right to make you suffer, I seek to make you squirm with these two hands. Hands Samuel, no holy water, no silver, no nothing that you have learned from yoru books of how to stop a vampire from entering your domain. When I enter that ring, it is mine.. when I stare you into your eyes, I will not stop until that final moment comes when I know I don’t have to try anymore… Does that make you uncomfortable Samuel?? Or does that make you realize that there’s more to me than those who slowly burn over some essential shaped weapon of a silver nature… I will not burn to flames Samuel, I will not scream in agony. But maybe when our matchis over, you should ask Lucy what just happened… who knows she may have understood then what the two of you somehow have not grasped quite yet…. Until then Samuel… until then….,

With that it is Dmitri that walks off as the shot ends.

[Samuel Devereux]

 Book 1: Who am I?
Chapter 3:
Sam had fallen asleep in his room on the boat. He was surrounded by books on every creature known to man. Werewolves, Vampires, Zombies, ext… Were on the floors. Sam was reading at a non-stop pace that could rival Mel’s work ethic! The door to his room opened and Lucy walked in.

Lucy: Sam?

Sam: Oh...hi Lucy.

Sam looked up to see his sister in-law standing there.

Lucy: Dude, you okay?

Sam nodded and with one jolt, he fell off of the bed and onto the ground.

Sam: Ow! Fuck!

Lucy: Sam? You okay? Wait how long have you been up for?

Sam: What day is it?

Lucy: Friday…

Sam blinked in surprised. He didn't know it was that long. Now he knew how his wife felt. Lucy pulled him up and her eyes were a bright shade of green.

Lucy: Sam…be care of Dmitri. He’s trying to get me to “come home” or something like that.

Sam: What in the fuck does that mean? You are home![color]

Sam’s eyes turn a mix of red and black. Lucy gasped and moved back.

[color=b4a1af]Sam:  I'm not going to lie, regardless of the essentially null-and-void and unequivocally empty threats sprouted out by Dmitri this week, I am still stoked for my upcoming match. I am able to perform and fight... that is all I want. I'm not going to be bitter about not being given chances for some time, I just want to fight so here's an opportunity that I'm going to take full advantage of.

And regardless of another desperate attempt by Dmitri to make a point, he's still failed to, well, make a point. Therefore, I still don't know a massive amount about him but there is plenty I can deduce from his ramblings. One fact is, however, that he has neglected to make a real impact here or achieve a great deal in the grand scheme of things. Frankly, that's one of the most important things to know but I'm a smart guy. I know that I can't just rely on that information alone so maybe he will see this week as the week in which he should make a change and turn it all around. I can't quite be sure as to whether or not he will.

There is far too much mystery going on right now for me to really gather any sort of a final conclusion in regards to Dmitri and what his intentions are. He can make them abundantly clear through words but that doesn't mean that they are legit. He's not the kind of man who will follow through with his promises, no matter whether he has true intentions or not. He doesn't initially strike me as the successful or dominant kind. He's nowhere near to being able to actually capable of understanding how to ameliorate his skills and perfect them to the point in which he actually thrives. Therefore, he is not the threat he claims to be.

We all enjoy embracing delusions of grandeur in the hopes that our plans comes to fruition. Daniel is a prime example of this. He makes claims of why he is so phenomenal and he states all of the things that he intends to do when he steps into the ring with an opponent. The smarter among us will succeed and live up to those promises. I fit into that category and I am thrilled to state that. However, Dmitri? He is quite the opposite. He will rant on aimlessly about what he can do but in reality, doesn't do it. I think I've worded that same point on a number of occasions in a plethora of different ways but it's true. I need to make it clear because I bet you 10 bucks, he won't accept that or even understand it.

I mean, Dmitri, I wouldn't have a problem with you at all if you chose to actually take a logical and sensible approach to this. I wish you had chosen to head into this week's challenge this in a different manner. If you had actually admitted that you're facing a threat and someone with a lot to offer, then you might actually sound slightly more threatening and ominous. I can at least admit that you're stronger than me so that is a worry but you? You don't take a whole lot of rationale into account and that's your own fault. That much is shown in your lack of coherence on the matter.

But there's me... a real threat. Dmitri has probably taken one look at me and come to the assumption that I'm not all that strong or threatening. I have faded but that doesn't mean I still don't bring that to the ring. In fact, it's the opposite. On the rare occasion these days that I can step into the ring. I can deliver. I can fight. I can get the job done. I can let out some aggression... so as I see it, Dmitri is in the wrong place at the wrong time.

It's abundantly clear that he doesn't believe that. It's true, since I've undefeated and he's clearly going about this the entirely wrong way. Then again, are we surprised about that? We've seen an aggressive edge from the man and that's always a plus but he can't seal the deal... so why doesn't he understand that something more needs to be done? I can't figure it out. Apparently, neither can he. I also have the ability to admit to my mistakes and that I actually have the ability of understanding what I'm up against. You're great, Dmitri. But I'll never hear you say that about me!

So look at your approach, look at mine. Are you wrestling royalty? Are you a future Hall of Famer? Take a long hard look at yourself and understand that. I doubt you will, though.

You are not quite the smart athlete. You are the strong athlete, the kind who believes that is simply enough to drive them forward in such a competitive sport. I'm afraid I must burst your bubble right now, Dmitri. You must understand that you are not invincible. Do your repeated losses not give you that insight into your chances? Are you once again being too blind to see it? You need far more on your side than that strength to put you ahead in this industry these days. There might have been a time in the past where the stereotypical strongman was the way forward... but no longer. We're living in a world of change.

Don't get me wrong, Dmitri, I appreciate that you actually did listen but I didn't necessarily appreciate that you just essentially squawked it all back to me like a parrot who is stuck on the repeat cycle. I know what I said... I said it. Then again, what else did I expect? I know the typical know it all doesn't really have a mind of their own, since you do typically struggle to say anything original so you therefore struggle to say anything unprompted. But hey, you listened and I appreciate that much.

And hey, I am still feeling as good as ever. I know you like to pretend that you're tougher than you are. We all have our quirks and that happens to be yours. You claim legitimate toughness but fail to deliver. That's your thing and that's fine. I don't feel as though we have a massive amount to worry about because sure, you're a fighter. Guys like you never back down and you certainly don't let shit get to you but you have literally no way to back your words up. Until you do, you'll forever fail to hold any form of legitimacy and you'll never rise to the occasion. I've not always been the most vicious guy but I certainly still succeeded. Now, I'm far more savage than ever. That's the sort of approach I've started to take because of my frustration so I'll ensure success more so than ever. I will once again leave in the way in which I walked in and that is as a man who is yet to be pinned.

Success comes to those who put in the effort. Can you truly take a long hard look at your career to date and claim that you have indeed put in the effort and hard work? I can't honestly say I've seen it within you wrong. Will you prove me wrong? Nobody has so far... what makes you different?

Fade to black.