'The Father' James Mitchell: Ian…Ian, can you hear me? I know it’s ungodly, my son. But enlightenment can not be achieved without first detaching yourself from your body. This is about the blood the curses through your veins…..the history of the Order relies on you ascending pain and suffering. You must become stronger than even Death, Ian, if you are going to become the new Impaler. The rightful leader of this Order and the followers who look towards it. You must kill the side of you who is known as Ian Hodgkinson and be reborn in the ashes of him. As an immortal.

the sage-like words of Father Mitchell flooded his ears like a narcotic. Numbing the pain.

The Butcher only chuckled to himself.

'The Butcher' Abdullah:“Yer’ wastin ya breath, old man! Look at da’ boy, he’s pathetic! Weak! One more shot and ya might as well start looking fer’ a new student, I think. Shame, too. Dis’ one had a bit of potential……oh well. Lets get on with it….

The Butcher taunted as he looked down at the crumbling figure of Vampiro. The man who dared to dream of being a god. It was a foolish dream to have. But even now the Butcher was a little surprised to see the results his taunting was getting from the boy. Again Vampiro had managed to rise off of James Mitchell and stand on his own two feet. His long black, braided hair hung in strands; though what he could see of Vampiro’s face showed no signs of pain. His eyes even looked a bit….deluded. As though he was no longer of sound mind and running purely on adrenalin. Again Vampiro straightened up and broadens his shoulders; making a clear target of his back for The Butcher.

'The Blood Prince' Vampiro: Again….

Vampiro now taunts the Butcher, looking over his shoulder as he looks his tormenter dead in the eyes with an evil smile. He tightens his grip around the leather straps that bind him. No longer was his mind with him on this god forsaken beach….no, he was slowly starting to feel what Mitchell had been telling him. How it felt to let go of everything but what you desire most…..Vampiro looks back towards Father James Mitchell and lowers his head….ready for what was about to come.

Abdullah got an evil look on his face as he drew back again. He was bound to destroy the fool this time…..

“CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!” went the whip again, but this time Vampiro remained standing. Despite the three blows. Even the blood flowing from his wounds seemed to slow down. It was amazing. Father Mitchell’s smirk showed that he felt the same way. The Butcher drew back his fat hand again as a bead of sweat dripped down his forehead on this swing….

“CRRRRRRR-ACK!” the whip went again. But still Vampiro didn’t even flinch. Instead, a soft laugh escaped his lips……

'The Blood Prince' Vampiro: Is that the best you got, my friend? If pain is the path to immortality….then let me run along it blindly. Again….this time mean it.

His voice was evil as he spoke. Not the same as it had been moments before, when he was grasping onto the environment to block out the pain. Now, however, it seemed he welcomed the pain. In love with it, in a sick sense. The Butcher drew back again, sending another slash across Vampiro’s back. Again the man didn’t move an inch. Instead the laughter only grew. The taunting was becoming too much for The Butcher, again and again he sent the whip down into the flesh of Vampiro. But laughter was all he got from him. The pain couldn’t break him in the least.

But things suddenly take a turn in direction. The Butcher raises his whip again…..

The sound of leather snapping could be heard, but the whip remained suspended in the fat man’s hand. No, it didn’t come from him this time. In a matter of moments the fat, greasy man was clutching the wrist of Vampiro’s now freed hand as it wrapped around his throat. Choking the fat man down to his knees. His face was struck with horror to see the fire burning behind Vampiro’s eyes. Father James Mitchell walked slowly up beside his pupil, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder. Vampiro didn’t seem to notice it. His eyes stayed fixed on Abdullah, watching his face turn a deep shade of red then slowly to purple; still fighting to free himself from the devil’s grasp around his throat.

'The Father' James Mitchell: So, still find this to be a waste of time, Abdullah? It doesn’t seem so. I told you, you were helping to make a god out of a man, and I think we’ve succeeded…..don’t you?

He looks down at the pudgy face of the Butcher; the veins in his cheeks becoming more and more noticeable by the second.

'The Father' James Mitchell: Alright, Ian….let him go.

'The Blood Prince' Vampiro: Why should I? He means nothing to me. Just another worm on the hook of life. Waiting to be devoured by another being; one that is greater than itself. Why should I prolong his wait any further. You said my reign over the Order should start in blood….like Vlad Dracula had done. So why not right now? Right here. If respect is what I’m after, why not obtain some now?

'The Father' James Mitchell: Because, this insect’s blood isn’t worth staining your hands. He was just a tool to help sculpt you, nothing more. And what would be the point in breaking your tools?

'The Blood Prince' Vampiro: Entertainment? Shock value? Recognition? Whatever you wish to call it. No matter what, it will get people to notice me and what I‘m starting to become. It will influence fear in some…and respect from others. All the things we and the Order are in search of.

'The Father' James Mitchell: That’s all very true….but what good will it do to destroy a empty shell of a man? Wouldn’t you much rather find some real challengers ells where?

'The Blood Prince' Vampiro: I’m listening…..

Seeing the Butcher start to fade out, he quickly reaches into his jacket pocket. Pulling out a folded piece of paper.

'The Father' James Mitchell: This is a contract to Smackdown. A promotion that centers itself around being in the media. The heart of the show is in violence. It’s the perfect place to bring a little notoriety to the Order. So, the choice is yours. Destroy him….or, come with me and together we shall do much greater and more extravagant things.

It took only a moment for Vampiro to choose his path as he lets go of Abdullah.

'The Blood Prince' Vampiro: Fine. We’ll go to Smackdown. We shall see this ‘great competition’ you’re so confident about.

Those were the last words Abdullah The Butcher heard before darkness overtook him. Flooded with it by the lack of air he had been getting. But before he fell into unconsciousness he couldn’t help but scared for this “Smackdown” these two devils had been talking about. They have no idea of the evil that is about to stalk them….a real Vampire on the hunt for the blood of the non-believers. The Butcher passed out silently…..

The scene slowly fades to black.