***POV – Zagon
A screwed-up croaky scream deafens us as a figure burst into the room, followed by another. Fay – a shitload of fay - floods through the porthole almost all at once - like a wave of death we can’t escape from. And I don’t want to. It’s been too long since my last kill … I need this.
My convicted dark side digs boldly into my muscles and I stab my blade with a big smile into the first person; relishing the feeling of warm blood that runs over my hand. This is me … the real me … a fighter; a killer; a soulless monster born in hell. For a mere second I watch the life drain from the man’s eyes; nothing … I feel nothing.
Instinct kicks in. My left-arm swings back and sinks into the chest of the unfortunate vampire that sneaked up behind me, ripping out his heart. At the same time, I remove my blade from the fay, and the corps drop to the ground.