Her long blond hair lay on the ground above her head, like she put it up for sleep. Her hand at her mouth, covered with blood, was curled in fear. Her tight white shirt accented the crimson that stained its front. Blood gushed from where the wooden stake was jammed into her chest, just over her left breast. Alicia was dead!
A deep growl began to grow inside the Kindred Saviors throat. It then turned into a roar as his vicious fangs grew to full length; his head pulled back screaming to a god he once knew. He then fell to his knees and gently caressed the soft skin of her beautiful face. A single tear of blood rolled out of his blazing blue eye and fell onto her lips. Steel then stood and glared at his head door bouncer.
Scared out of his wits, the bouncer said, “Three guys…They got out of a car. Said she hung around with you too much. Said…you changed her. Then….”.
Steel turned his eyes to the girl, then whirled around with his trenchcoat trailing and headed back into the club and up to the VIP room. The clan sat in silence with the vision of their dead friend in their heads. Then Gloves began to speak to Steel.
“You gonna be alright?”
Steel replied with a deep growl and everyone knew to say no more. His eyes were bright red with madness and his brow wrinkled low. Then, he relaxed in his chair and closed his eyes, thinking of what he will do to the person or persons that destroyed the only human part of him he possessed…loved.
The Lord of Darkness then stood and headed to the rear elevators of the VIP room.
“Where you goin’?” Kidd said.
Steel proceeded to walk with no reply. He entered the elevator and pressed the button to the ground floor. As the doors separated, they revealed the night of the outside world. He walked toward his car, the jet-black 1992 Honda Prelude he bought the day he had become Kindred. He loved his car. Its tinted windows made it easier for Steel to drive during the day. The seventeen-inch gunmetal racing rims reflected the dim lights of the parking lot. He opened the driver door with his keyless entry remote and sat into his bucket racing seats. He then turned the ignition and heard the hum of his turbo-charged, inter-cooled, completely rebuilt 2.3-liter engine. He wanted to smile at the beauty of his machine, but the events of the night prevented it.
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