Slam!

The cell door flew off its hinges, shattering into dust on the brick-and-mortar wall. With slow thups of bare feet slapping on wet concrete, a figure wreathed in a hazy red aura strode out, emanating an aura of menace and purpose. Turning his head from side to side, a flash of dirty yellow torchlight played across his emaciated figure.

His hair was slashed with shock white.

Four hours earlier

"Hello, 1447. It's the sand procedure today. Enjoy..."

"Shut up, you old fuck."

The reply came as a snarl from the white-haired boy. The Man stopped in mid-laugh, his face setting into a rigid grin as if all his blood had congealed. With some effort, he released his muscles and stared and the boy, his deadly gaze piercing deep into the boy's eyes. However, instead of flinching away like usual, the boy resolutely met his glare with a tomb-stare of his own.

"Fuck you."

"The hell? Let me get this clear, boy. In this room. I am the King. The ruler. Nobody fucks with me. In this room, I am God!"

As he moved to strike the boy with his hand, the captive opened his mouth and spat out a mass of red substance that quickly dissipated into nothing. However, this had the queer effect of making the Man stop mid-slap.

"My arm..."

Fell neatly into chunks of offal, spattering deeo crimson onto the floor.

"Ouch...you piece of shit." The Man stepped back in revulsion. "I'd advise you not to move anymore, old man."

"Go to Hell!"

Like obscene worms, the chunks of arm wriggled, then jumped into place, reforming from the Man's elbow forward. Not stopping for breath, the Man drove his rock-hard fist at the speed of sound into the boy's face. The boy smiled.

"Got you."

As the boy's head snapped backwards, guarded from obliteration by his Dhampyre physique, he clenched his teeth, snapping the blood-strings that he had spat out earlier. Assisted by the prodigious force of the backwards motion of their owner's head abd the sudden tension of severance, the whip-thin tendrils accelerated to supersonic speers, sending invisible death cutting in every direction.

"Aggggh!"

The Man's body was ravaged by the flying whips, severing fingers from hands and flaying fleshing from bone with murderous effortlessness. His legs were sent flying, arms split into wet chunks of meat, and his torso pitched forward, landing at the boy's feet.

"You moron."

"Little fucker...just you wait..."

The Man still managed to talk, even with his lungs bisected. "Interesting. If I stab you, will you stop whining?"

The boy extended his hand, furrowed his brow in concentration, and slowly, his palm split, little tendrils of blood slithered out, coming together to form a scabby spear. Pupils shrinking, a sadistic smile spread on his face.

"Do I do it like this?"

"YIIIIIIGGGH! Fuck you, fuck, fuck..." The Man screamed as the spear slammed into his solar plexus. "How do I retract it?" the boy wondered, focusing on the task at hand. However, instead of breaking down and slithering back into his hand, the spear shot out tendrils perpendicular to itself, stabbing into the Man and eliciting a new wave of cursing and screaming.

"Screw you, 1447..."

The boy's pupils dilated. I have a name. I'm not your fucking test subject anymore. I have a name. I have a name. Fuck you and your numbers, old man, I have a fucking name! I'm not fucking 1447! I'm Axel!"

Ripping the barbed spear out through flesh and bone, the boy stabbed again and again in an ecstasy of rage, causing more writhing and spurting blood. By the time he was done, howls had died into gurgles, and even those had faded into stony, tomb-like silence.

"So hungry...fuck it." With cherry-red staining his snow-white hair, Axel dipped his head to his nemesis's ruined throat and drank deeply, inhaling the meat and gristle.

"I am...a vampire."

KILL AND EAT.