Appetite for Destruction

Chapter 1

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ACT 1: HARVEST
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Gantlos looked up at the bloody sky, his nerves tightening. He never told anyone about this - well okay just one person - and he wanted this part of him to be repressed, possibly forever. The wizard of destruction looks over at his friends who are exasperated at the Earth Fairies being successfully freed. Ogron bit so hard on his thumb he could taste blood. Anagan tries to comfort him, saying that they'll be fine in no time, and perhaps they should team up with the Winx.

"I don't want to work with those pesky Winx!" Ogron hisses, "All I need is a stroke of luck! Something that would change our circumstance in an instance!"
Gantlos sighs, if Ogron knew about his vampirism, Lord Darkar knows what he would do. He nudges his fangs against his index finger; they're slowly growing because of the blood moon. His eyebrows furrow as he breaks into a sweat.

"Hungry for fingers?" Duman taunts as he looms over him. Gantlos gets up and looks down at Duman. "What do you want...?"
"Nothing much. Spar me! If we're gonna deal with those fairies soon, then I may as well help you train, ya know, since you keep getting knocked down?"
Gantlos thinks about it; Duman made a good point with how he gets knocked down by a simple ball of light often. But he can feel some strange feeling in his veins. Like an electrifying fire. Faint but sizzling. He shrugs it off.
"No thanks, Duman," Gantlos replies, going to another rocky spot to rest.
"No? Seriously? You LOVE a good fight!" Duman huffs. "Come on you sissy, throw some hands!"
"No." Gantlos reaffirms.
"Too bad. You need to train, lazybones. And I'm hungry for blondes," Duman snickers as he turns into a wolf. Gantlos jolts up, "Duman what the f-"
Duman doesn't hesitate to lunge at Gantlos. Gantlos panics and clasps his hands together, summoning a seismic wave. It shoots Duman across the sewer area and into a wall. Ogron and Anagan jump at the explosive sound and look behind them to find a suspiciously large amount of debris.

"Oops..." Gantlos says, biting his lip.
"What just happened?" Ogron asks, raising an eyebrow as he glares at the mess.
"He shot me!" Duman coughs, not a human.
"You were going to pounce on me!" Gantlos argues back.
"You need to train, stupid!" Duman barks.

"This seismic wave was powerful...too powerful..." Ogron comments, making Gantlos more nervous.
"Uh- no. It's the same as normal," he tells, fiddling with his claws.
"Nah, it's cause you're a vampire." Anagan chuckles.
"A WHAT?!" Ogron gasps.
"ANAGAN!" Gantlos snaps. Dammit! He was the only one that knew, and he was suppose to keep it a secret, now what's Gantlos going to do? He felt a cold chill as Ogron gave him a glare from the grim reaper himself. Gantlos sighs, taking his defeat, "Ok, fine. I'm a half-vampire. The blood moon's out and it seems to awaken my vampirism, sir..."
"You kept this a secret for how long?", he asks calmly.
"Uh, not that long, hah, just uh...your whole life?" Gantlos chuckles.

"My whole life? Do you know what this means?!" Ogron starts, "You're a vampire right? From what I heard, you can steal magic directly from the source!"
"First off, I'm a half vampire," Gantlos states, "My true form is repressed since it's too dangerous. And it's not exactly stealing spells."
"What if you could steal Roxy's powers and make a rat army!" Duman cheers. His excitement dies down as Gantlos glares at him, "I mean...a possum army!"
"No, again that's not how it works. I just steal their mana." Gantlos clarifies.

"Hmm, more mana means the Black Circle grows stronger and we'll finally have a chance to face these Earth Fairies. But for now, let's just absorb the Winx's powers." Ogron states.
Gantlos blinks, "Ogron, I'm not a trained vampire, I-I don't think that's a good idea."
"So you'd rather have those Earth Fairies hold us at gunpoint, you rather the Black Circle bows down to them?"
Gantlos gets nervous and a bit offended; that was the last thing he wanted.
"Yeah! What the heck man!" Duman barks, "You're much stronger than us right now and you can face off against these fairies by stealing their powers, just do it!"
"No!" Gantlos snaps, "I haven't used these powers in years I- what's even going to happen if it goes wrong? I'm sure something will go wrong."
"It won't if you start using it," Anagan chips in, "Use the Winx as a training ground. They can't be that strong. You'll be fine."

"Gantlos, dear," Ogron starts, holding Gantlos' chin, before grabbing onto his shirt collar, "It's your fault Roxy got her wings and your fault for not using the powers bestowed on you. I yearned from the day you wouldn't be so useless to the team, and now's your chance to redeem yourself. So be a good boy and suck the magic out of those fairies, or you'll be sleeping outside tonight."

"Yeah, you've messed up big time, and we'ee not forgiving you first that," Duman sighs, "Come on, it'll be fun."
"Yeah, you just have to steal their powers for us, sounds nice right?" Anagan adds, swinging an arm around the blonde's shoulder.
Gantlos wanted to tell them that won't work; 6 powerful fairies, one of them wielding the dragon flame, will be too much, and he can't do it as an untrained vampire. But that answer gets caught in his throat as it tightens more. The wizards keep looking at him, anticipating a yes answer. Ogron leans in closer, looming over Gantlos, who shrunk at his scowling glare.

"You owe it to us, Gantlos, if you don't do it, I'm not going lightly on you..." he snarls.
Gantlos's pupils dilate as his heart beats faster. It was a lot of pressure, a load on his shoulders. If it was anyone else he'd shrug it off but it was Ogron, it was Anagan and it was Duman. He collapses under the load and takes a deep breath, his eyes meeting Ogron's chilling icy blues.

"Okay...what's the plan?"