Vincent awoke in a dark chamber, he gasped for breath but found no air. He quickly reached for his blade, which still lay beside him hidden by rocks. He found it useless in his escape from his rocky prison so he summoned forth the power of strength, which helped him tear apart the stone mound easily.

             He glanced around him, the town lay in ruin. Vincent quickly grabbed his blade and drew it from his sheath. The halfling walked slowly through the town, no one stood in the grim streets.

              A spark flashed from an alleyway and Vince tried to dodge it, but a flicker of pain flashed through his body, which slowed him down, forcing him to take the shot. The vampire fell to the ground, blood flowing freely through a wound in his chest. He looked towards the assailant but his vision was blurry. His mind drifted in and out of darkness until it finally consumed him, and he fainted.

             When he regained consciousness he found himself in a dimly lit room, with a man in a black cloak standing before him.

            "Welcome to my humble abode, Vincent..." The man's words echoed through the room.

              Vincent quickly drew his sword, and warped behind the man, who easily dodged the slash, and responded with slap to the face, knocking Vincent to his knees.

              "Tsk, tsk, tsk, such a barbaric weapon, my boy, see that case over there, open it and use that." The man preached.

              Following his orders, Vincent removed a small pistol from the case, and pointed it at the man, ready to kill. "Who are you and what do you want with me?!"

           "My name is Kineas, and I want you to join my army of darkness."

"What’s in it for me?" the young warrior questioned, still grasping the gun, tightly in his hand, his other hand held tight clasped to his bloody chest.

"Vengeance..." The Man laughed menacingly.