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Chapter Eight Part B

His screams were thrilling me but I was not finished and I did not want to fill myself on him, I wanted them all. I lifted myself up off the man on the floor, he was still alive and I looked down at him pondering what to do. He started to beg which made me smile, I lifted up my leg and stamped down hard on chest, I actually broke a fair few of his ribs as I heard them crack and he passed out. Damn it, I thought, I had kicked him to hard, I liked them awake. 'What a wimp' I said out loud, If these guys thought they were hard knock boxers then I was fucking Jesus Christ, they were utter fucking retards.

Ginger was still out cold, lookalike was awake, cowering in the corner, the dickhead but I wanted to keep him until last so I let him be for now. The other man that I had knocked out earlier was now beginning to stir and he was trying to stand up so I walked over to him, 'Here, let me help you,' I said as I grabbed him by the neck and held him up against the wall. He was trying to fight me and was swearing at me, I was pleased he was struggling against me as it made me feel powerful. I pushed him further up the wall until his feet where off the floor and I did this with one hand.

I took one of his wrists with my free hand, extended out his arm and pressed it against the wall. He gasped as he saw my black eyes and my extended fangs, 'I going to feed from you now,' I told him, I was fucking enjoying myself and knew that my night was only going to get  bloody better. I bit down hard on his wrist, moving my head from side to side as I did so as this made more damage and allowed more blood to flow and then I began to suck. I looked up at him as I was draining away his life, he was shouting, half screaming, trying to kick me and pry my hand off his neck. I smiled and closed my eyes, I was in euphoria.

This was the position I preferred to use when I wanted to kill someone, holding them against the wall, my hand around their throat. If they fought to much I would just squeeze making them struggle for air, it calmed them down and they would stop fighting. Feeding from the wrist meant I could watch them, I liked to see their expressions, its amazing how many different expressions humans have when they are dying. His blood began to taste weak like water and I knew it was over for him so I just let him drop to the floor and I turned and walked towards Ginger.

He was still lying to where I had kicked him, I stood over him and noticed he was lying in a funny position, 'For fuck sake,' I said out loud, he was dead, I could smell it. I must have broken his neck when I kicked him, I was pissed off, really pissed off, I had wanted him to suffer. I guess I would have to take it out on the lookalike I thought. I looked over to where he was and he started to stand up.

'What the hell are you on?' he stuttered at me. I ignored him, I walked over to where a iron rod was lying  and threw one at him. I picked up another and started it hit the palm of my other hand with it, 'I want you to fight me,' I calmly told him and waited for him to pick up the rod but he shook his head, 'You're crazy. Get out of her I've called the cops'. I laughed, I would hear then coming from miles away with those blazing sirens. 'Well, I don't have long then do I, fucking pick it up and fight me.' I said pointing at the rod.

Guess what the fucking pussy started to cry. I was actually lost for words and I started laughing. I walked over to him, the smell of fear actually filled the room and it was making me high. I rose the rod, I was holding, into the air and hit him on the leg, I only hit him softly but the fucking girl still screamed. I took a few steps back and said 'Pick up the fucking rod you soft cunt and fight me.'

He was shaking all over, he bent down and picked it up and he could not even hold it straight. He was at a major disadvantage from the start, OK take away the fact that I was a vampire and I'll tell you a secret about me. I was born in Rome, hence my dark curly hair and strong features and I was in the Roman army, the ninth legion in fact so I was an extremley skilled swords man, I was actually the best within my group and would always fight at the front. History books wrote that the 9th legion went missing but they were actually eaten and attacked by a group of vampires we stumbled on, in England by mistake. One took a liking to me and he took me as his companion and eventually turned me into the man you see today. However that's another story.

The lookalike attempted to hit me with the rod but I blocked it with mine and we started to have what resembled a sword fight, for me it was like I was fighting a three year old. The only person that could ever match me was my brother even when we were human. I began to hear sirens, they sounded around five minutes away. I was annoyed as I now did not have time to torture him. If I had not been meeting my angel I would have taken him with me but I did not have time to take him to the cellar at my house.I might tell you about that later.  I threw down my rod, lunged forward, grabbed him and bit into his  neck. He did not even have time to scream, he was dead within seconds.

I looked around at the carnage I had caused, I was now feeling relaxed, I went into the office of the gym and started an electrical fire by pouring water on the CCTV equipment. I did not want my image shown on TV. There was a lot of alcohol in the room and I picked up a bottle of whiskey took a couple of swigs and poured the rest near the fire. The place went up with in minutes, I sat back admiring my handy work when then I remembered where I was supposed to be and I was fucking already late.