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grip on the vampireтАЩs throat, he stared into the monsterтАЩs golden eyes. тАЬWhy?тАЭ he hissed.

Not expecting an answer, the boy lowered his hand and dug an invisible tendril into the
vampireтАЩs chest. Clenching his hand into a fist, he concentrated the tendril into a solid ball
around the vampireтАЩs heart. With a smirk on his face, he stared at his familyтАЩs killer.

Do it.

Opening his hand in one fluid motion, the ball of energy he had created instantly expanded
inside the vampireтАЩs chest cavity. The creatureтАЩs eyes widened, but only for a moment. His
chest exploded open, completely eviscerating him. Arms, legs, and body parts were thrown
haphazardly around the room. A red haze of blood began to slowly settle around him as it fell.

The second vampire appeared in the room, drawn by his companionтАЩs screams of agony.
He charged inside faster than the human eye could follow. But the boy snapped his head
around and stared right at the vampire as if he were running in slow motion. Lifting his hands
again, he snatched the creature and flung him hard into the ceiling. The vampire careened into
the drywall with a crunch of bone and wood. Before he could recover, Thomas pulled the
creature back and began to jackhammer him into the wall. As the studs gave beneath the
repeated assaults, he slung the vampire against the floor instead.

Pinning him down, Thomas spotted the implement of the creatureтАЩs destruction. The boy
ripped a six inch piece of wood from the wall and floated it in midair above the shrieking
vampire. Rolling the creature onto its back, he brought the makeshift stake up to eye level so
the vampire could see it.

тАЬWe were just doing what we were told,тАЭ the vampire pleaded. тАЬWe werenтАЩt supposed to
hurt youтАФтАЭ

Kill him now!

There was no mercy to be found here tonight, only swift retribution. Moving the stake
down the vampireтАЩs chest, he sent it straight into the creatureтАЩs heart. Releasing his grip, he
watched as blue flames erupted from the newly created wound. As the fire quickly spread
across the vampireтАЩs body, he shrieked and screamed in agony as he was reduced to ash.

Good, very good. You are powerful.

Amidst the red mist and glowing embers, Thomas fell back to the hard floorboards; his
body completely exhausted. Every ounce of energy he had in his young frame had been
expelled in that one moment. He had nothing left. His eyes slowly rolled back into his head as
he lost consciousness.

A dark figure stood in his doorway. This wasnтАЩt one of the killers, but another who had
arrived moments too late. Snapping his scythe shut, he slid it into the pocket of his faded
brown trench coat. Moving tentatively into the small room, he knelt down next to the boy and
cautiously pressed his fingertips to the childтАЩs throat. Detecting a pulse, he slid his hands under
the twelve year old and lifted the boy from the floor. Turning, he headed toward the stairs at
the end of the hall, but didnтАЩt stop. There was nothing left here but death. He didnтАЩt know
what this boyтАЩs future held, but it wasnтАЩt to be found here.