A man dressed in a long black robe was lying in the middle of the alley motionlessly. One and half hour passed till the first person came by giving him only a quick look and turning away to whatever nightclub he was originally heading to.

It took another 20 minutes for a man to slowly open his eyes and stand up, confused and with throbbing pain in his head.
He stumbled. Once. Twice.
But then he found his stability and squeezed a knife in his hand. His only weapon. He smiled to himself and said something sarcastic clearly amazed by the sound of his own voice. He took just a few steps, still a little dizzy and collected his thoughts. He had no clue where he was actually trying to go, when the wind brought to him a familiar smell of sweetness.
Maybe this world was a big unknown for him, but that one thing he could recognize immediately. It was the smell of danger, violence and fight. Everything he was once made of.

Three damned souls appeared in front of him. There was no real time to think it over. Their skin was pale as a moon above the weird group. The familiar feeling got into man´s veins as he acted on a pure instinct, grabbed a knife, split one from another and started to play - the well known music of destruction ran in his veins wildly.

Hell, it felt good to be alive.
Only one still remained and a man was covered in black blood. Everything seemed so quick.
They stood in front of each other, man staring at the lesser as he slowly reached for something hidden in his cloak.
"What? Do you think you can take me down with that?"
It had no blade. A small ridiculous metal thing.
"Yes, actually, I do."

There was too little time to move away, to realize what man had done was stupid. He didn´t know about all dangers that could possible appear. He didn´t know where he was. He didn´t know anything.
He cursed under his breath. The trigger was pulled and a bullet found its home.
The man fell to his knees.

OOO

"Hey, cop, that´s enough. We´ll use daggers now."
V was standing above a sitting person with one hand on Butch´s shoulder supporting him a little so he won´t go down right on his face.
"Jus… one… more."
His eyes were half closed and he swallowed hard as he talked. Two more filthy bodies lay on the filthy ground in front of them. One with three gunshots and one bleeding from every inch of his body. Butch had already three inside, but damn he could do more. He had to do more.
"Why the hell we have to do this all the time? You look like shit. I´m taking you home, so yell on me there, if you like."
"No… pleas, let me…"
"Vishous is right, man," a blond male marched in front of them with a black shining blade in his hand, "we´ll be here tomorrow, so will they. Let´s quit it and go home."
There was no place for a response from Butch. Rhage did his thing in a two heartbeats. Not enough time for the cop even make up his words.
"Come on, I´ll help you up."
"I can… do it."
"The fuck you can. Give me your hand."

Butch´s legs were like two jello pieces, when he stood up. He damn well knew that he was crazy stubborn, but he tried to lean on V only when it was necessary. And that was… well, almost all the time as they were slowly moving towards the Escalade.
Fuck, there had to be all colors of rainbow dancing on his face and his stomach was twisting to the point, he had to stop for a while every few seconds and take a deep breath.
He felt like crap.
Very rough night.
And the reason wasn´t just that he had a three stinking lessers in his body. So much time had passed since the first motherfucker was inhaled and still he couldn´t do more than three. No progress had been made. It was Butch´s role to take those little shits down for good and he was failing that mission. Tomorrow because of his weakness could someone innocent be dead or hurt.
Rhage, Z, Phury or…

"V, wait."
"What?"
"I think… I´m going to be sick."

Butch rested with his back on the wall bent in his waist. Breathing like he had just ran a marathon there and back.
Puke or not. It was the damn time to decide.
"Cop?"
Butch´s eyes found V´s concerned face.
"I… good."
Ok, no puke. Definitely.
He heard a ringing in his ears all night long, so after he finally maned up and found his stability few minutes later, he didn´t quiet catch a sound of fired shot till V turned around and looked suspiciously somewhere behind.

"What was that?" asked Rhage, frozen in the place.
"Don´t know."
"A gang?"
Rhage wrinkled his nose.
"But the smell… It could be cop´s."
Butch looked up with a frown.
"No offense," added Rhage quickly nodding in the same time towards the place they had just left. "But it´s stronger. Should I take a look?"
"Yeah, I´ll wait here with Butch."
"We… can go."
"You sure?"
Butch pushed himself away from the wall and let Vishous take his arm and put it around his neck. End of heroism. He needed to lie down or he was surely going to faint like a princess.

"Rhage you go first. Call, if it´s something for us."
There was no need to tell him twice. He was already on his feet running. Butch focused on taking small steps, one after another and he would never change that slow but undoubtedly safe approach, if the second shot wasn´t fired not so far in the dark – overwhelming sign that something was really wrong and with Rhage alone finding out what.
Butch took a glimpse on his friend, who was nothing but worried. However he didn´t say a word while his eyes were running from an alley to Butch in circles. He knew what was going on in that genius head of his.
"You can go. I´ll be… fine." Well, it didn´t sound so good coming from his mouth.
There was a quick flash of doubt on V´s face.
"Really go."

Few seconds have passed and Vishous pushed one of his guns into Butch´s hand with a visible discomfort.
"You don´t stop, you hear me? Come slowly, if there is any danger I will shoot twice in the air as soon as possible, and you stay right where you are, am I clear?"
"Perfect clear."
Butch tried to give him a little smile to ensure him that he will be fine on his own, but failed completely.

He watches as V turned towards an alley and was gone in less than three seconds. There was cursing firstly in his mind and then aloud. He so much hated the state he was in. The feeling of being useless since the times he was human was always there, prepared to give him another punch in his guts in any opportunity.
His effort to walk faster was actually just a little more than how snail would move. Everything around him was quiet for some time, perfectly calm and he couldn´t decide if it´s good or bad. The wind was blowing to his back in some crazy attempts to help him proceeding.
Just wait for the squirrel's arrival and you can re-name yourself as Snow white, you wreck.

Then suddenly one great roar cut the air in two pieces and Butch stopped, although he´d been told not to.
He knew only one thing with that kind of voice and he really hoped not see it any time soon.

Two shots then echoed from the dark.

OOO

Vishous put his gun after his warning had been done on the ground next to a bleeding man. There were no bullets left in it, so he wasn´t afraid the man could use that against him at least not in the state he was in. And he somehow didn´t seem like enemy with two dead lessers ripped from head to toe.
"Hey, are you with me?"
A soft groan escaped from man´s lips as he shivered, but nothing more.
V searched for a wound alarmed with a quantum of blood on the ground.

It went close to a heart, but with a little of luck hadn´t damaged lungs.
"Hey, I´m going to press to the wound, don´t pass out, ok?"
Vishous took another moan as an agreement. He torn off a piece of his T-shirt, which wasn´t soaked with black blood while looking sideways for Rhage´s beast. Cause hell the last thing he wanted was to be accidentally eaten.
The look was pretty much disturbing. They needed to move. Fast. The lessers were spreading from the dark like plaque.
"Rhage, could you end it, please?"
The beast maybe didn´t hear him or more probably ignored him in its crazy killing spree, but V already counted with the option. He bent to a lying man and gave him a slap on his face.
"Come on, buddy. You have to wake up. Have to help me."
Nothing.
Slap.
"Hey, open your eyes."
The man suddenly blinked. Confused. In pain.
"Yeah, that´s right. Don´t fall asleep. I need you to hold this for me. Here… You´re doing good. Just press, ok?"
V tried to move his hand, when it was finally safe, but the blood almost immediately poured from the wound in a big stream.
"Fuck."
"Hey, I… can do it."
Butch came from behind on unsteady legs and dropped to his knees… or fell. One way or another he was prepared to do a nurse job instead of V and put his hands around the cloth.
"Just hurry. This is really… not good for my stomach." They both turned their faces towards the sound of beast´s cries and saw a body swayed to the ground, no lessers nearby. "Perhaps not a lucky day for us. Try not to be hit by meteor on your way back."
Vishous grinned.
"I´ll do my best."
He made a stop by throwing his jacket around Rhage´s shivering form and run for the Escalade. This was a really terrible day.

OOO

Everything was coming back to him in slowly waves. First the feeling of air fulfilling his lungs, then his own lazy heartbeating and extremely sore throat. The urgent need to open his eyes was last.
The man had no idea how he got from a dark street he remembered to a white room and on the some kind of table. His first thought was that he was dead and came once again to Scribe Virgin only to be sent back to the hell she had released him from. That would be disappointing considering he had spent in this bloody world only 15 minutes.

However it wasn´t that woman´s face he saw, when he made himself focus. It was the man from the street. The one with a red cap and black raven hair, the one who had been giving him the damn hard time out there.
"Hey, you´re awake finally."
He had a blood on the left side of his face, probably more under the mask he was wearing and was still dressed in the black leather. But nothing more could be detected when the picture was all blurry and unstable.
"Manello, could you go find Phury? I think our patient is going to be hungry."
Another man came into his view, but disappeared a moment later.

He tried to move a little because of an unpleasant ache in his back. It wasn´t a good idea. He almost passed out again gasping for air.
"Whoaaa, what are you doing? Don ´t you dare to tear that fucking stitches. I was working on them for two damn hours."
The patient kept his eyes locked on that angry face, but suddenly realized that it was more exhausted than angry. The other man hadn´t gone to change, had not washed blood from his face more likely because he was busy with saving his life.

But why? He didn´t understand.

As soon as his breathing went to normal, he tried to form a quiet thank you. His first ever as long as he remembered. New times – new ways.
A doctor seemed to get it.
"Well, you´re welcome, now don´t move until I say so or I´m gonna let you bleed out."
With that kind of attitude the injured man would wanted that person on his side better than not.
"I´ll give you something for the pain, you may feel a little high or sleepy. Don´t fight with that."
A man blinked twice and then moved his hand a little to catch the doctor´s attention.
"No… drugs…"
The vampire watched him closely.
"I know what you mean, I don ´t like it either. But you need this. You need to sleep and get stronger until we´ll bring you a Chosen to feed. Maybe it doesn´t hurt much now, but it will be, trust me."

From all information, the one which caught his interest was at the end the most irrelevant one.
"A Chosen?" he asked with a hoarse voice and surprised.
"Yes, but don´t think of much. You really don ´t want to piss of her primal." There was a small smile, but the warning was made and understood.
"Now I´m going to give you the drug, don´t freak out."

The lucid liquid was injected fast right into his vein. It had to be strong. He was feeling dizzy while only looking. The doctor took of his hat and released short black hair going longer on both sides of his head, then he removed the mask.
"What is your name by the way?"
The injured man watched him with his eyes narrowed. Something was really off. He could feel it. What was it?
Finally doctor turned to the left putting his gloves away, but one from leather still remained. The patient looked into man´s face and held his breath.
There was a tattoo.
Black ink from eyebrow to temple and cheek.
Words he knew well.
Words which came from his own mind.
A curse.
"Vis…hous."
"Nah," was his response, "that´s my name. I asked about yours. I think the drugs are already kicking in."
"Vis…hous," repeated the injured man blinking hard while fighting not to fall asleep.
"Don ´t force yourself. You can tell me later."
He was holding to consciousness with all his willpower, but soon feeling unable to do it any longer, his eyelids came down in quiet defeat.

It seems you have sent me on the right place after all.

The man´s last thought, till he was unmercifully drowned in the darkness, belonged to his name. The one he could not say out loud anymore. Because now he found him. He found Vishous, son of the Bloodletter. His son.

WARNING: I´m not a native english speaker - means that there is a big chance you find a lot of mistakes, also my vacabulary has some big holes, please be nice and patient. I´m always learning :). And let me know if you like the story, if I should continue. Thank you a lot :)