New Beginnings

Part 1 (Section 5)

This is revenge, for taking one of my family. I punch him in the mouth, ignoring the pain in my knuckles, and snicker, watching him jerk back before falling to the ground. That is for messing with my head. I lean over him for a moment enjoying the sensation of power before scooping him up in my arms and carrying him back into the room. I shuffle my feet across the wooden floor and lay him on the bed.

You are a sick, sick man....but like me...you are just trying to survive. For that reason alone I will not kill you, Master. I sit at his feet and smile at the irony of the situation, having watched him sit in the very spot, causing me pain. We need to have a chat, and you are going to listen to me. When I am done, I am going to leave and one of your lackeys can come find you.

I reach down and grab the rope I'd seen earlier under the bed and tie his hands and feet with solid knots. Once satisfied I pick up my right hand and slap his face as hard as I can. As my hand makes contact a loud snap sounds and I'm sure with as hard as I hit, his zygomatic is shattered. Satisfied I pull back my hand and hit him one more time, this time bringing my fist down on his chest. Immediately 2 lower right ribs snap and I look on as his eyes slowly open. It's almost like watching a doll after you pull its cord. Seemingly alive yet dead at the same time.

Welcome back to the world. Now, you're going to listen to me. You think you can do WHATEVER YOU WANT TO ANYONE ON THIS GOD DANG PLANET, but you can't. In the end you are exactly like the rest of the lowlifes on the streets, possibly even worse in the long run. For once in your long and miserable life why don't you use your power for something better than your own dang enjoyment.

I Ignore the fact that Master's eyes have a new fire in them, that he is pissed off, because he needs to hear what I have to say. Instead of shoving arms and legs down vampires throats why don't you go help some poor kid with a disease or something. Because we both know that you've learned about ever trade on this earth and still have spare time on your hands.

You are not better than anyone else. The way you are perceived is by your heart and what you decide to do with your time, not by how much power you can hold over somebody else. Maybe you wouldn't have so many stinkin enemies if you'd be a little nicer to those around you. There is always time to change as long as you want to make the effort and you'd better start making an effort.

This is wrong. I rub my hands across the ropes holding him in place. I feel terrible for doing this to you but I'll have you know that it is worth every second. Now I'm going to cut you free and I am going to leave this room. Take what I've said into consideration, alright?

Scared yet hoping that I may have gotten through to him I insert the last syringe of drug into his bloodstream through his forearm. Carefully removing the syringe I toss it to the floor and begin to undo the knots on his feet. Though, it seems, my plan was not as well thought out as I'd have hoped, because as I undo his hands the anger behind his eyes seems to burst into the air.

Before I can think about running, his hand grabs my left arm in a viselike grip and his smile sends chills through me once more. The drug doesn't actually work..on you....does it? Receiving no answer Master slowly sits up on the soft comforter of the large bed and stares directly into my eyes. The answer was there in his controlled movements and his teeth elongating within his jaw. Uh....Guessing there's no way you're going to let me leave is there? Slowly and in an inhuman manner Master moves his head back and forth. I thought not....

I yelp in pain as he swings me around and onto the bed. I try and wriggle free but his legs force mine into the bed and he once again pins my arms above my head. As he leans closer his grip on my arms lessen and I rip my left hand free before slapping him upside the face against his already broken bone. As I let my hand fall to the bed once more I watch frightened as Master goes completely still on top of me. His bright blue eyes seem to almost glow as he re-grips my arms. As I lay there, now helpless, he continues to sit completely still and as I look at his nostrils I can tell that he is no longer breathing.