• The night sky cast a reflection of an 18th century mansion on a river below. A dim light was seen from the top floor and shadows of men could be seen through the window. Inside sat four men in a circle, all lounging in chairs. In the background soft rock music came from the radio. In a black recliner chair sat a young man with the appearance of a twenty year old, his hair was black and cut short with his skin an egg shell white, and in his hand he had a glass of what seemed to be red wine. Lowering his head to the glass he took a whiff of what was inside and looked to another with steel blue eyes, who had the appearance of a young boy, perhaps 15 or 16 years of age. His skin looked whiter then the others, like snow on a winter’s day. His face fair and brown hair ruffled which just covered his lusterless gray eyes. “Adrian,” the older man said, “You have to try this, it came from a woman I had met when coming home.”
    “I’m quite fine, I prefer mine fresh. Sorry Lukas.”
    Lukas shook his head, “Suit yourself.” He said back, taking a sip of the crimson liquid. He then turned his head to another man sitting to the right of him. The man smiled as he looked, his canine teeth abnormally large. His skin wasn’t as pale as the other two and he looked much older, as if he were in his early 30’s. His hair was a light shade of dyed silver which was parted to reveal a pair of dark green eyes.
    “Would you like any, Virgil?” asked Lukas, returning the smile.
    “Hell no, dude. I’m like Adrian, I like it fresh-”
    Before Virgil could finish his sentence Lukas turned away and looked to another man, who also looked as if he were in his twenties. His skin pigment was light pink and he had long blonde hair which reached to his shoulders. His light blue eyes were fixated on a handgun which was sitting on the table before him and he didn’t notice the others around him talking.
    “How about you, Dante?” asked Lukas, chuckling as Dante snapped out of it and looked at Lukas with a jaded look on his face.
    “Wha’?” said Dante in a clueless tone.
    “I asked if you want some of this blood!”
    “No, I’m fine.”
    “What the hell is wrong with you people?”
    No answer from the others.
    “C’mon boys! What’s wrong with you all?” yelled Lukas, “Let’s raise hell! Blow s**t up! Kill some people!”
    “Why?” asked Adrian, sighing deeply as Lukas looked up with a blank expression on his face. “Well, why?”
    Lukas shook his head and mouthed some words.
    “Didn’t quite catch that, buddy.” said Adrian.
    “I don’t know! I just want something to do.”
    “Then why don’t you play hide ‘n’ go ******** yourself.” laughed Adrian as he watched Lukas grimace.
    “Bite me a*****e!” said Lukas, setting down his blood and raising the handgun from the table, pointing it at Adrian.
    “You know if you even think about pulling that trigger, you’ll be dead before the bullet even touches me.”
    Lukas then lowered the gun, taking a breath. He then looked at the table and set the gun back down. “That’s more like it.” said Adrian with a small smirk. He then looked at the clear bottle near Lukas and sighed, “Grab me a glass, and I’ll have some of that.”
    “Okay then.” said Lukas, getting out of his seat and walking out of the room.
    “What the hell is up with him tonight?” asked Dante.
    Virgil then looked to him. “I have no idea, maybe he’s on his period or something.” laughed Virgil with a large grin.
    “I think so.”
    Silence fell and three or four minutes had passed before Lukas walked into the room again, glass in hand. He then set down the glass in front of Adrian, “Here.” He said.
    “Oh! Thank you, Luke.” said Adrian, taking a sip of the crimson liquid.
    “No problem, but seriously, what are we going to do tonight?” asked Lukas, raising his glass to his lips and taking a sip.
    “I haven’t an idea.”
    “We could maybe, uh, go to a rave or something?” said Dante.
    “Nah!” said Adrian.
    “Why not? Me needs some women!” said Dante with much enthusiasm.
    Adrian laughed, “Even if we were to go, you’d probably end up with a guy again, like last time.”
    “Shut the ******** up man! I didn’t know!”
    “How couldn’t you know? You can read minds!”
    “Die in a very deep hole.”
    “Will do.”
    Outside a crash was heard just in front of the house and all four stood. They then went to the window, looking down at the wreck. From the flames stood one man, wearing all black with a white collar. “Oh s**t!” they said in unison. “What the hell.” said Adrian, turning to the door. “Grab your guns.” He said. Adrian then walked out of the room and the others followed. They then rushed downstairs, walked to a case and opened the glass door. Adrian then coughed and pulled two handguns off of a shelf as well as two holsters which he put on. He then put the handguns in and kept the holsters unclipped. Lukas looked for a second and pulled an Uzi from the shelf, putting two clips in his pockets. Looking around for a second, Dante ran upstairs and pulled his off the table and went back down to the others. Just as he got there, Virgil grabbed an automatic sawn off shotgun and shoved four shells in. “Hopefully this isn’t that O’Malley guy we’ve been warned about.” murmured Adrian as he walked to the front door. Just as they arrived at the front door, the priest knocked three times before testing the locked door knob. “Coming.” Adrian said softly as he rested at the wall beside the door, looking at the knob. He then made a small signal to Virgil, who took a step back, making the other two stand behind him as he pointed the shotgun at the door. Adrian then took a deep breath, outstretched his hand, and opened the door. An expression of both fear and content was on the priests face as he turned just as a shell was fired off. “Oh! The Lords going to get you for that.” called the priest in an Irish accent. “Lord!” Adrian scoffed, “There is no god!” Just as he finished the sentence the priest ran through the doorway with a speed unlike any normal human, grabbed Virgil’s shotgun, and hit him in the face with the blunt end of the gun, causing him to fall over. He then took the shotgun in one hand and waved it throughout the room, “All on the floor, you meek little demons.” And with that said, Adrian bolted out the door and down the street, followed by Lukas and Dante, right before the priest fired a shot which missed them. There left on his own was Virgil, with a small smirk on his face. “So what are you gonna do, Father, kill a helpless man?” He said, his voice wavering. “You are hardly a man.” said the father, walking over to Virgil, resting a foot on his chest, and holding the double barrels to his nose, pushing hard, causing his nose to bleed. “Oh lord, bless this damned soul and may he rest forever in hell.” He yelled, firing a shell into his head, sending brains and blood throughout the room. The priest then dropped the shotgun, turned, and walked out of the house. He turned his head left and right, trying to spot the others. With a sigh he pulled a cellular phone from his pocket, opened it, and dialed a number. The priest held it to his ear and waited until he heard a “Hello.” on the other end. “It seems I’ve screwed up with the job you have sent me to do.” The priest said.
    “What! O’Malley!”
    “I’ve taken care of one, the other three have gotten away.”
    “You idiot!”
    “Without the proper equipment, it is sort of hard to take down four of those things.”
    “I suppose. Go back to the abbey, there will be a package waiting in your room. Go quick and go now. God bless.”
    “Understood.”
    Father O’Malley then started to walk down the street, watching cars as they passed. He then stuck up his hand and a taxi stopped beside him. He then opened the door, got in, and buckled up. “First Catholic Church, please.” He said with a smirk. “Okay.”
    After a few minutes of driving the cab rolled up to the front of a large stone building with a large cross above the two wooden doors. “That’ll be 15 dollars, please.” The father then handed him a twenty dollar bill and got out, “Keep the change.” He said as he walked away and up the stairs of the church. He then opened the door, walked through the pews, turned, and made his way out another door into a large building. He then walked down the hall, getting small hellos as he passed. The father then turned walked down a smaller hall and opened a door. He walked into the room and closed the door behind him. On his bed a large package sat, with his name written on a white sticker on the top. He walked to it, knelt down, and tore the wrapping off. He then opened the box and looked inside. Inside the box there was a silver brief case and a larger wooden case. The father then pulled them both out and moved his hand over the wooden case which looked as if it were many years old. On the sides it had two crosses. On the top it had the Latin words “Fidei Defensor” meaning “Defender of the Faith.”
    He then clicked open the golden buckles of the box and lifted the top. Inside two blades sat, made of solid silver, one had a cross carved into it and the other blade had the words “Ira Deorum” meaning “The Wrath of the Gods.”
    He then took out the blades, set them on his bed, and pulled a leather holder from the box. He then stood and took off his coat and slipped it on. The father put the blades into the leather holder, and slipped on his coat again, the blades handles poking out the back. The priest then pushed the wooden box aside and moved over the briefcase. He then knelt down again, opened up the case, and brushed his hand over the two black 9mm handguns with built in silencers. He then lifted one and smiled. “These will do.” He said putting it down then standing up; he clipped the two holsters onto his belt.
    Father O’Malley put the guns into the holsters and snapped them in. He then closed both cases and turned. He walked to his door, turned the knob, and walked out getting “Goodbye, father” from nuns and other priests as he passed. He then walked out of the church and coughed. He then looked up to the night sky and smirked, “Nice night.” He said lightly as he walked down the street. “I wonder where those children of the damned are.” He whispered, looking at the neon signs down the streets. He then stopped in front of a bar, “I wonder.” He said, poking his head in. No sign of the vampires. “Damn.” He walked, until he heard a high pitched scream in an alley near him. With that he started to run as fast as he could until he found himself staring blankly at the faces of the trio. With guns cocked and their fingers on the trigger all three smirked. “What now, father?” asked Adrian mockingly. “What now? Well, that’s an easy question. You three die!”
    Just as he finished his sentence both blades were out and a bullet was already fired, missing his head by close to an inch. Father O’Malley then smirked, “You guys have no idea how to shoot those guns!” He charged at Dante with the smirk still on his face. He then brought back both arms and quickly dodged the waves of bullets with super human speed. The priest then went through with one of the blades and stabbed Dante in the throat, sending spatters of blood in his face. With the other blade he quickly jabbed him in the stomach, causing him to grow limp and drop his fire arm. O’Malley moved Dante with his blades and used him as a shield until the other two’s guns ran out of bullets. He then tore up with the blade that was in his stomach and tore his body open then brought up his knee and knocked him over. The other two then dropped their guns and quickly fled from the alley and down into a deserted subway. “Glorious night!”
    “s**t! What are we going to do!” asked Adrian.
    “I don’t know, I don’t ******** know! Fight back?”
    “We can fight back, but lets split up.”
    “Okay.” said Lukas, “You leave; I’ll stay and see if I can kill him or slow him down.”
    “Okay.” Adrian said, turning and running out of the subway through a different entrance.
    Just as Adrian left O’Malley was walking down the steps of the subway, with a smile on his face. He put away his blades and stared at Lukas for a long while. “What are you going to do?” He asked.
    “What do you think?”
    “Kill me?” He laughed.
    “Why is that funny?”
    “Because you couldn’t kill me even if you tried.”
    “Want to bet on that?”
    “What is there to bet when you’re dead?”
    “Good point.”
    “Shall we?”
    “May the best one win.”
    After they exchanged their words they both charged at each other, Lukas brought up his knee and jabbed the priest in the stomach, winding him. As the priest doubled over Lukas brought his elbow down and struck him in the back of the neck, causing him to expel a small squeak. The priest then opened his hand and brought it upwards into Lukas’ nose, causing it to bleed lightly. He then elbowed him twice but Lukas stood his ground and took two steps back. Lukas then gave a swift kick to the side of O’Malley’s head, causing him to fall over; Lukas then put his foot on O’Malley’s chest and smiled “Any last words?”
    “Yeah.”
    “And what might those be?”
    “I have guns.”
    Lukas’ eyes then went wide as O’Malley pulled his handguns from his sides and unloaded a clip into Lukas’ chest, causing him to fall backwards in a bloody mess. O’Malley then stood, walked over to his limp body, and rested a foot on his throat.
    “Any last words?” He asked mockingly.
    “Don’t kill me.”
    O’Malley chuckled, “I’m afraid I’m going to have to kill you now.”
    He looked down into Lukas’ eyes and fired a single bullet into his head.
    O’Malley then put his guns away and walked out of the subway. He then made his way down the street. Passing dark alleys he stopped at one. O’Malley then turned and walked down the alley and in the middle stood Adrian, staring at him. “You’ve found me, father.” He laughed.
    “Shut it, vile creature.”
    “Oh, I’m a creature now!”
    “That you are.”
    “Well. I can be pretty bad. But I’m certainly not a creature.”
    O’Malley smirked, “Is that right.”
    “Of course it is.”
    “Should we begin?”
    “I think so.”
    Adrian stayed in the same spot as O’Malley came running as fast as he could towards him, he pulled one of his blades with a large smirk and continued at the same pace. Adrian watched and returned the smile. Just as O’Malley came close to Adrian, Adrian lifted his leg and brought it up into his stomach, causing him to drop the blade. “Gonna have to try harder then that.” said Adrian, calm as could be as he lifted the blade and held it close to the Priest’s chest. “Hate to be a cliché but, on guard!” He said, watching as the priest pulled his other blade out and hit Adrian’s. The clashing of steel went on for many minutes and after it was done O’Malley was tired but Adrian wasn’t even fazed by it. With a smirk O’Malley laughed, “I--” he was cut off by Adrian knocking the blade from his hand. “Good night, Father.” smiled Adrian, taking a great swing with the blade, decapitating him.