Brain Damage

Saundra, a young woman with light brown hair and wearing black dress pants with a red top, felt relieved that church ended. Going to church late at night was the on thing she abhorred the most, but it was the only time she can go with her schedule behind the desk during the day.

What she dreaded more was walking to the bus stop. She would drive her car if it weren't for the constant traffic in New York.

Saundra had walked for a half hour through the lonely street before she reached the bus stop.

The feeling of being followed always haunted Saundra, since she was once stalked by a boy in high school. Every few steps she took, she looked over her shoulder. She soon shrugged the feelings off, but little did she know that there were two pairs of eyes scrutinizing her. She sat on the bench, nesting herself in when a brown, bearded man approached her. He had jeans that were ripped up with dirt stains on them with a fade light blue shirt with holes in them.

"Miss, can you spare me some change?"

Saundra immediately jumped from the bench to her feet and screamed in panic.

"Oh my God, Oh my God, I'm so sorry for that Miss, please forgive me!" yelled the man. He scurries off into the dimly lit street. As Saundra started to cool down she heard a gentle voice from behind.

"Hey, are you alright?"

Saundra turned to see a dashing young man in front of her. Black hair, eyes like the sky and pale skin with slick clothing mesmerized her.

"Excuse me, are you alright?" asked the young man.

"Yes I am alright. Thank you." replied Saundra.

"Well that's good, I rushed down here when I heard you screamed…are you sure you're alright?"

"Yes I am definitely alright. My bus should be here shortly."

The young man pondered for a moment.

"Just to be safe, why don't I take you home?"

Saundra was taken a back by this. Going off with someone who she just met at night was not a thing a person should do, but Saundra was enchanted by his charm. His eyes shimmered with welcome warmth.

"Um...sure…thanks" murmured Saundra and she reluctantly followed the man. He made a turn into an alley and Saundra hesitated to go in, but the young man gave her a reassuring nod and she continued on.

The damped alleyway seemed endless. Each step felt like an eternity. Saundra had walked a few more feet into the alley when she saw the same man from earlier coming towards her. She tries to scream, but her companion snagged her and covered her mouth. She couldn't struggle. No strength could move the young man's iron grip.

"Look at her Nick, trying to 'scape free from you, ha!" the man yelled.

Nick rammed Saundra unto the wall, pinning her. He tilted her neck, getting a good view of her untouched neck.

"Man, that was easier than I thought it would!" yelled the man.

"Yeah, how could she have been stupid enough to have followed me into the alley" said Nick, who gave a quiet snicker.

"Oh man, she smells so good! It's been awhile since I had virgin blood!" said the man.

"Now Davis, since I was the one who caught her I get to have the first bite."

"What! I should have the first bite not you!" protested Davis. But the glare from Nick quickly took the thought of biting first away.

"The master is going to love having a new servant like you, Saundra." the vampire showed his fangs and was about to bite.

A trash can crashed into the alleyway, echoing the metal hits throughout the alley.

The vampires snapped their heads to see a figure. The man was a bum; he wore a dirty white shirt, ripped up blue jeans, a raggedy green long coat, and army boats and has a messy, grown out black beard. Two long scars on the right side of his face, slashes that stretched near his eye to his ear. One was just under his eye and the other on his eyebrow.

"Damn. I thought the decent thing to do was take a woman out before you get to the foreplay." The bum smirked at his line.

Nick let out a small laugh "Davis, you know his kind. GET RID OF THIS LOWLIFE!"

Davis glared at Nick, then angrily mumbled and went out to challenge the unexpected guest.

"You're dead, hobo!" Davis quickly charged the bum, raised his right hand to rip the man's face off and swung, only to miss him.

"How—" Davis's head fell off his body. Instantly, both his head and body became dust and fell onto the ground.

The man had used his long-sword that was hidden underneath his long coat. The handle was yellowish with a red ruby at the end of the handle and the blade has no speck of rust on it. Engraved on the blade is—in Latin—"God shall judge the wicked and I shall bring him the wicked."

Nick was horrified at what just happened. He never expected a human to easily defeat an experienced vampire like Davis.

"You know vampire, you shouldn't underestimate an opponent." the man paused and looked at Nick.

"You'll lose all the time of you do that."

"Who the fuck do you think you are?!" yelled Nick at the bum.

Wielding his sword in his bony right hand, he said, "Oh right, sorry for not stating my name, vampire…my name is Jack Bellator…and I am the last of my family."

"Jack Bellator?" Nick was ready to puke. He had heard the stories about the Bellator family, but never really believed they were true. But seeing the tremendous speed of Jack, Nick knew he had to heed those stories. Jack broke Nick's trance.

"So, where is this master of yours anyways, vampire?"

Nick quickly responded, "What the hell are you talking about, I have no ma—."

"Don't think I am stupid, vampire! I have been watching you since you and your partner first put your filthy eyes on the girl." Nick was shocked.

"What? Impossible, we have been watching her since the sun went down! I would have spotted you a while ago."

"You're still underestimating your opponent. Tell me where is your master and I might let you live, vampire."

"Do you think I will just fall on my knees and tell you where he is! I will not tell you where he is and even if I wanted to, I doubt that I would be able to tell you!" shouted Nick. Jack pondered for a moment.

"Well then, I guess I have to beat it out of you."

Making a quick leap, Jack kicks Nick across the face staggering the vampire. Nick regained himself, drew a knife and made a quick slash at Jack. Jack grabbed Nick's hand and thrust his sword into the middle of his chest. Nick choked on his blood and was thrust onto a wall. Nick felted his chest burn and screamed in agony.

"When my ancestors first forged this sword, it was immediately blessed by the Pope. That sword was made to destroy the demons that walk the Earth." Nick desperately tries to escape, but the burning he felt left him very weak to even escape.

"Now, tell me vampire. Where is your master?" growled Jack. Nick only spat blood on Jack. Frustrated, Jack reached into his coat and pulled out a bottle full of holy water. Jack grinned and gazed at Nick.

"You know what I am holding, vampire. Tell me where is your master, now!" said Jack

Nick timidly said "Alright…he is in London, but it doesn't matter." Nick paused. "You don't even stand a chance against him." Jack smiled at Nick.

"Thanks for the answer, I guess the pain will go away now." Jack then pulls the sword out of Nick's body and swiftly cut his head off. Saundra looked in dismay as Jack put his sword away and turned to her. He gave her a quizzing stare.

"Go home Saundra." Saundra slowly walked away from the alley.

"And don't go to church this late again." She turned around and saw that the man has disappeared. As she stared into the alley the bus pulled next to the bus stop. She ran to the sidewalk and got into the bus.

Jack watch the bus drive on from the top of a roof.

I had enough of these organized attacks. That's the sixth one this week. At least now I know where the head is at.

Jack ran across the roof and leaped to the next. He headed towards the docking bay.

"Nick, that weak fool. I'm glad he did not drink her blood, he was pathetic" said a shadowy figure.

"I agree with you, master" said a female vampire. "Plus he tried to hit on me too, that little shit!"

"Enough of him now, darling, we have much better thing to look at" responded the figure

"Right!" cried the female vampire

"Now we have the last of the cursed Bellator family and—."

"Isn't Bellator in Latin mean warrior?" asked the female vampire

"Uh…I need to brush up on my Latin again…I think so?"

"What, you don't remember what you first spoke in over a few hundred years now?!" said the female vampire

"Okay, be quiet now!" yelled the figure. The female vampire stayed quiet.

"Now, we set the bait for the vampire hunter and now he is coming here. Things are going just as planned and I hope to have this hunter very soon."

"Yes, master, I understand. But what will we do about the Hellsing family?"

"They're not our problem, that Millennium group has the Hellsing's hand full right now."

"Oh right…so we'll just worry about the hunter, right?"

"YES! Now get going!" The female vampire ran off quickly.

"So the boy is still alive. I thought he died with his father." The figure walked towards the door.

"Oh well, he was destined to be a servant to me anyways."

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