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by DaCookie on Sun Nov 08, 2009 4:18 pm
"I'll have the bartender's special."said Rosenthal sitting into the bar stool at the counter.The barman turned around and glared at him."Sir, your underage.You have to leave."He said pointing to the door.Rosenthal gave him a quick glare."Of course sir, right away sir."the barman said after a few seconds in a very surprised tone.He then came back with a martini, it was as if he had changed his mind because he had a clearer look at Rosenthal.Rosenthal fondled the rim of the glass with his hand and then picked it up with his thumb and index finger, sipping it.He was in a rural town, his Uncle had just left and Rosenthal wasn't in the best of moods.He didn't tell him where he went or when he would see him again.He had just left suddenly, mentioned something about 'The Vampire Council'.Never heard of such a thing Rosenthal stated to himself.
The bar was surprisingly crowded for a rural area.About ten people including himself.The door 'dinged' to signify someone was entering, there was a clatter of boots as many people came in and the bar erupted in whispers.A man touched Rosenthal from behind on his shoulder, "If you will just come with me, you won't be harmed."He whispered in his ear.Rosenthal turned his head to look over his shoulder at the man.Greasy hair, an almost blinding smile and he peered over his glasses as if he had just found something he had been looking a long time for."Whats it to ye?"said Rosenthal in a tough foreign accent.Rosenthal then proceeded to keep sipping his martini."It would be a shame for a fine specimen like yourself to be killed."The man grinned.Rosenthal carefully finished his martini and spun around still in his chair, looking the man straight in the eye."May God have mercy on your soul tonight, scum.For I have none for the likes of thee."said Rosenthal pulling a punch on the man, smashing his glasses straight into his face, blinding him.Out of the corner of his eye Rosenthal noticed several people in some kind of SWAT gear, they had gas masks and the like on.Each carrying an SMG in their hands.The area was too small to run around in so Rosenthal leaped over the barmans counter and took cover.A hail of bullets came down upon him, injuring or killing all bystanders in the bar.
The barman fell to his feet beside Rosenthal and with his dieing breath reached out to him and handed him a 9mm pistol.The barmens corpse then evaporated, like all commoner vampires did."I dont need such trinkets."Rosenthal said sadly, staring around the bottom corner of the counter to see that almost all the civilians corpses had vanished.The bullets then stopped after a few seconds and one of them came over to investigate the damage.Rosenthal came from behind the counter, several holes in him and eyes as red as blood.He grabbed the man by the throat and squeezed.Blood flew out of his mouth and his ears, his eyes popped.Roseenthal then threw the limp mans corpse down and his blood emanated around Rosenthal, giving off a dark aura around him.All blood in sight flocked to Rosenthal, flowing about him, around him, concealing him."Fire!FIRE!"One of them screamed.They opened fire again but the aura absorbed the bullets and they had to reload."Puppet master."said Rosenthal laughing, something coming over him.Lines of blood sprouted from his fingers, he then motioned and five men were pierced by it.The blood again adding to Rosenthals store, as he made another 'puppet' line.And then piercing the other five men he grinned."Obey your master, my puppets.Kill kill kill!"said Rosenthal with a light in his eyes.All ten of the men reloaded their guns and shot at their own team while screaming in fear at the same time.Bullets flailing everywhere, they dropped into a pool of their own blood.The man with the glasses was cowering at his feet, his smile nowhere to be seen."Mercy!Mercy!"he spouted, blood filling his gob.
Rosenthal looked down on him in disgust."Mercy?Your kind showed us no mercy, you never do.Look how many innocents were killed!And you ask for mercy, you disgust me, you vile creatures.You are a lucky man today.I will give you your life.Just never let me see your face again and stop bothering our kind.Do you understand me?Now go."shouted Rosenthal.The man got to his feet and rushed out, Rosenthal held up his arm to the mans back as he left, as if pretending to kill him.No, that would be dishonourable.They are defeated, just let him go. said Rosenthal to himself leaving the bar.He looked back to see it was called 'The Bloody Mary', which was a vampire reference to one of the famous storys in Immortal Being in which many innocent vampires were killed.The fighting had settled his anger that night.It was the first time he had ever went berserk, although not fully.
He awoke.He felt humid from all the sweat on his body that had dried now.He pondered about what he had dreamt.He had only ever gone berserk twice, but never fully.He had done it yesterday with Luna to.It always happened when he had not drank in a long time or lost a lot of blood, and that was always when he was most powerful aswell.He got out of the bedsheet's and headed towards the shower.After his shower he got the usual outfit on.He was pretty sure there was combat training on so he picked up his pace and exited his room to go to the cafeteria, he went to go over and sit beside Luna but as he came a bit closer he pretended to go somewhere else as he noticed her with Rafe and Zane.Rosenthal never liked those guys.They had never given him a chance just because he was different from them, a different race.That was all there was to it and they would never get used to it thought Rosenthal.He waited by the exit to the cafeteria and stared at the clock, awaiting for the time to go by for combat training to start.He couldn't help but eavesdrop at the same time on what Rafe, Zane and what the others in their little group were saying, but it was unintentional.
"See these revolvers
That's why they call us
The same reason the police ain't never caught us
I'm on another level words from a true rebel
I rock your ass and I ain't talking heavy"
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