It has not been long since I met up with Vincent again, and winter is upon us. A thick layer of snow coats everything I see around me, and me and Vincent have been searching for a small town we can stay in for the winter before we resume our travels. I trudge through the deep snow in my black armour, as Vincent struggles to walk through the snow as well, his red cape billowing behind him in the cold breeze. I feel a powerful presence nearby, and my eyes dart about the darkness, searching for its source. The source fades, and the presence fades. I frown and stand still, as Vincent stands beside me. "There." He says, pointing into the darkness, where the glinting lights of a nearby town are visible. "I wonder if they’ll take us in." I say silently to myself as I start trudging through the snow towards the town. We soon arrive at the edge of the town, and find that it is strangely quiet. The snow level has decreased, and there are splashes of blood all over the snow. I frown in confusion as I round a corner of a building and see about twelve of the white armoured guards which I had fought not so long ago on a battlefield pretty far off by now. "What business do twelve guards have in this town?" I shout, pulling my katana from its sheath and pointing its tip towards them. They turn their attention towards me and slowly start walking towards me, passing over the dead bodies of corpses that fill the once empty streets. "I don’t have the patience for this." Vincent says, pulling the Cerebrus from its holster and shooting one of the guards in the face. His head almost explodes as he flies backwards to the ground, his own blood staining the snow red. The rest of them charge at me, and I easily behead one as he pulls his sword back and prepares to strike. His severed head flies from his shoulders, sending a line of blood over the snow. I dodge to the left as another guard rushes at me and hold the blade of my katana out, tearing his side in half. His innards spill out into a steaming pile on the snow, along with half of his blood. I run forward and turn around quickly, bring my blade around as well, slashing through a guard’s spine. Blood arcs through the air onto the snow as he falls forward and slowly dies. Vincent fires off three shots into the rush of guards, each shot hitting a man in the face, killing them. I throw my katana forward like a spear, and it rams into the gut of one of the guards, with the tip of it bursting through his spine and shooting blood onto the snow behind him. I run at him and jump kick the handle, pushing the blade further through him, and throwing his body backwards into another guard, impaling him as well. The two impaled guards fall backwards onto each other as I grab a guard around his neck and easily break it. After a sickening crunch, his limp corpse falls into the snow. Vincent fires off two more shots, each of them hitting a guard and killing them. We stand over the bodies of the twelve dead guards, and another man dressed in a black cloak emerges from the darkness. He laughs lightly and has a thin smile on his pale face. "Who are you?" Vincent asks, asking the man before I could. "I am Kirk, and your name is Vincent." He says, staring at Vincent. "Kirk?" I ask myself silently. "Yes Marius. Kirk. Do you not remember me? I certainly remember you." Kirk says, opening his cloak and revealing a massive scar from his left shoulder to the right side of his gut. I frown at him. "You also gave me this blood sucking curse. I am forever stuck in this state, only feasting off the living to keep myself alive." He said, full of hatred and anger towards me. The presence I felt earlier had now returned. "This is a gift, not a curse..." I started, but he snapped and cut me off. "This is sheer hell! I cannot stand it!" Kirk exploded. I stood there silent. I felt somewhat bad that I had created a vampire who did not want to be a vampire. "Kirk..." I started, but stopped. "Now I must destroy you." He said to me, his anger and hatred growing by the second. "What?" I said, looking towards my katana, which was still embedded in the flesh of the two fallen guards. "Don’t try it. It’s just you and me now." Kirk said, glaring at me. "And me!" Vincent said, lining up a shot at Kirk’s head. Kirk brought his hand into the air and faced his palm towards Vincent, and Vincent went hurtling backwards into a wall and became unconscious. I readied myself for a physical fight, and Kirk flew at me. He didn’t run so fast it seemed like he was floating, he actually flew at me. He took me by surprise too, and we crashed through a wall of a nearby building. I booted him off, sending back through the hole we had created and into a pile of snow. I jumped through the hole and almost landed on him. Had he not rolled out of the way, my boots would’ve crushed his chest. He struck me in the side, and I toppled over. Kirk stood, shook the snow from his long black hair and started running towards me, his red eyes blazing like the flames of hell. I rolled over and booted him in the stomach, throwing him backwards. He hit another wall and broke through it. He flew out of the hole again and flew at me. I jumped to my feet and backhanded him across the face as he neared me. He spun into another wall, pulled himself up and snarled at me. "This isn’t finished! I will come back! I will destroy you Marius!" He shouted before he flew up into the dark sky and away, his black cloak billowing behind him. I ran over to Vincent to see if he was ok. He was still unconscious. "Kirk..." I said silently to myself, wondering how Kirk had flown like he had. I was confused. I was able to jump to very high places, I had immense strength, but I couldn’t fling people backwards off the ground without my fists, or fly. Kirk had a massive advantage over me when we fought. I would need to learn this skill of I was to defeat Kirk. There was only one man who could possibly help me. Lestat.