Take on the whole world, fight with the young girls...

Bill continued running, ignoring the vampire's plea. He leapt over the walls, panting.

Damian raced after him, rugby tackling him into the ground. "I asked nicely." He snarled.

"I didn't want to comply..." Bill gasped out, trying to get his hands on his gun.

Damian got there first, taking his gun off him and looking at Bill mockingly. "Does the little boy want his toy?"

"I can kick your ass without it!" Bill slammed his booted feet in Damian's chest.

Damian rolled off him and aimed Bill's own gun at him. "I wonder if this'll be enough revenge." He shrugged and fired the gun.

Bill didn't blink as the bolt slipped through his arm. He started running again, heading for a small hovel he could see in the distance.

Damian smirked and dropped the gun, standing on it hard enough to break it. He raced after Bill.

Bill tugged the bolt out his arm, knowing it was his only chance.

Damian grabbed Bill by the back of the neck, smashing his head against a rock.

The boy went limp. Terrified, Tom took over. He jammed the bolt Bill had been holding into the vampire's eye.

Damian jerked back, hissing insanly. "Bastard!"

Tom whimpered. He vaulted upwards and slammed his boot into the vampire's face.

Damian snarled and grabbed Tom, pulling him down and whacking his head against the rock again.

The boy finally went limp, and there was no more changing.

Nodding in satisfaction Damian stood and left the boy where he was, rubbing his eye with a snarl.

Blood leaked out the boy's head, staining his hair.

Damian continued to walk, frowning as he felt the small tie left between himself and Aliceabella to open slightly, showing him what she was up to at that moment. The vampire snarled.

Suddenly, the wound on the boy's head closed up. He sat up, rubbing his eyes.

Damian left the area, unsure whether to head for the Meagan or to simply leave the little pyrokinetic to her own proceedings.

"Where am I?" He whispered, shivering.

He placed a hand on his sore head, wincing. The boy raised his eyes and stared at the hovel in front of him. He staggered to his feet and stumbled inside.

He stared around in confusion, not recognising it. "I must... I must live here." He whispered. "I think... I must have slipped."

He wandered over to the bed and climbed in. It was only a single bed. He must live alone. A feather poked him in the face. A proper feather. Deep, rich auburn. What was that doing there?

He heard a rustling sound. He reached under his pillow and pulled out a piece of paper. It read Angel in large copperplate letters. "That must be me." He whispered.

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