In a very dark alley in Brooklyn, stood three members of the night circle all dressed in black hooded coats.
'Is it even safe to be out here? The Shadow Walker may still be out here.' One vampire said.
'Relax, there hasn't been a sighting of him in two days.' Another vampire retorted.
  
   Ian stood on the rooftop above them silently watching them. He put on his hood and jumped down from the rooftop landing in the alley.
   He pulled out a shotgun and fired at one of the vampires. The bullet went straight into his heart killing him.
   He grabbed the second one before he could run, drove his hand into his chest and ripped his heart out.
   The last one tried to make a run for it, but was stopped by Ian before he could even move. He found himself pinned to the wall with Ian's hands around his neck.
'Where is Damien?' Ian asked.
The vampire was terrified but gave no response as to Damien's whereabouts.
'Where is he?' He screamed in anger.
'I.......I......I don't know.' The vampire said fidgeting.
'Wrong answer!'
   Ian took the metal cover of a sewer close to him and severed the vampire's head with it.
   Before Ian left the scene, he thought of what would happen if mummified bodies were to be found in an alley again. But he was in no mood for burying bodies or moving them to be burnt. So he left them there and damned the consequences.
After all, Damien was the only important objective to him.

   Damien had his own private mansion on the outskirts of Brooklyn. The mansion was huge and quite beautiful.
Damien was in this very mansion, drinking from a glass cup which held his favourite drink, bourbon.
   Ian came out of the shadows with a stake in one hand and a gun in the other.
'You could have just used the front door.' Damien said dropping his glass of bourbon on a table.
'You killed him, didn't you?'
'I've killed a lot of people. You're going to have to more specific.' He said smirking.
   Ian then fired a bullet into Damien leg.
He winced in pain and pulled out the wooden bullet with his fingers.
'Oh! You mean Shane. In my defence, he didn't put up much of a fight. Although, he did die begging.'
   Ian landed three blows on Damien's face and attempted to stake him, but Damien held back his hand. Damien punched a hole in Ian's chest and held his heart.
'The temptation to kill you is appealing but I'd rather not.' He said as he twisted his hand in his chest making Ian almost choke on his own blood.
Damien released his heart and threw him across the room.
'Go home, brother. Before you end up like Shane.'
Ian got up and shot Damien in the gut and drove a stake into his chest but not his heart. Ian then kicked him down on the floor.
'You missed.' Damien said coughing out blood.
'No, I spared you because you spared me just now. So now, I'm done with you.'
Ian drove out the stake from chest throwing it on the floor.
Afterwards, Ian went into the shadows and disappeared.

   In the morning, Ian decided he could not bring himself to go to school. He had a friend to mourn.
   So he took Shane's body down to the basement and put it in an old ice fridge full of blood bags. He decided to preserve Shane's body for the time being. Until he the right time came for a proper burial.

   When he got home from the woods, he found Damien feasting on a girl in the living room.
'What are doing?' He shouted.
Damien withdrew his fangs from her neck and held her by the arm. The girl was almost drained of blood and was barely conscious as Damien held her against her will.
'I let you live and this is what you choose to do next.'
Damien made no response but only gave a devilish smirk.
'Damien, let her go!'
'Okay.'
Damien snapped her neck, thus ending her life.
'Oops! My bad.'
'What the hell is wrong with? Even the Night Circle wouldn't have done that.'
'Actually, they would. After all, you killed three of them last night.'
'I was looking for you, and I saw your pasties instead. I probably saved a life or two by killing them.'
'That's the problem. Your heroism is now becoming something of an annoyance because the Night Circle thinks I can't handle you because I'm weak.'
Damien went closer to Ian and looked at him straight in the eye.
'I'm not weak. Since you've decided not to leave town, I will kill everything that you love, starting with the innocents in this town.'
   Damien stormed out of the house.

   Ian took the girl's body to the woods. He knew the bite marks on her neck would draw too much attention, since this would be the twenty first death with the same pattern. So he left her body in the woods, in a more open area where any could find her body. This way it would look like an animal attack or at least make it easier for the authorities to say it was, unlike the other deaths in the city that were harder to cover up.
That was the least he could do for her. The worst part was that this girl was actually a student in his high school.

   When he got home all he could of was what Damien would do next. He had to stopped and Ian was ready for him.

   At midnight, Damien gathered in the Brooklyn cemetery with some other members of the Night Circle. Apparently, alleyways were no longer a good meeting place anymore. So they had to change venues to a place more convenient.
   Suddenly, the whole place became filled with a mysterious fog.
A shadowy figure came out of the shadows and grabbed one of them into the thick fog. They did not notice this because the fog had blurred their vision.
   So it took another, and another until only Damien remained. Then he started hearing the screams of his fellow members.
Even with this, Damien remained resolute because he knew he would not be such easy prey for whoever was beyond the mayhem.
   The fog soon cleared out and Damien could saw his compatriots clearly.
All dead with their hearts ripped out or heads severed with some other part of their body.
   Damien looked round the cametry to find the monster responsible for this.
He only found his brother sitting on a gravestone, wearing his hood with his face bent down looking at the ground, his hands drenched in the blood of the vampires he had slain, with crow which rested on his shoulder and cawed raucously, and of course, a stake in his hand which he held with a firm grip.
'You've got a lot of balls pulling this crap. I think it's high time we ended this.'
'For once, I agree!'
   The crow took off as Ian stood up from the gravestone completely bathed in the moonlight.
His eyes became bloodshot and dark red. His fangs popped out of his gums as his skin became completely pale, and his hair is suddenly replaced with a bony skull.
He grew twice as big as he was before, with claws the size of tallons and gigantic leathery wings like that of a bat on his back.
He looked up at the moon and shrieked at the top of his voice.
   Damien then turned into the same thing. A beast with eyes as red as blood, fangs, claws like tallons and bat like wings.
   Ian took flight with his wings, grabbed Damien and threw him on the ground. Damien flew back up and clawed Ian's with his monstrous nails. Ian fought back but was overpowered by Damien who his broke his claws and one his broke one his wings. Ian flew down as his could not remain in the air with only one functional wings.
When Damien flew down as well, Ian bashed Damien's with his head about three times and then kicked him through a gravestone.
   As Damien laid weak on the ground after breaking through a concrete gravestone, he changed back to his normal form.
   Ian transformed back as well because of his injuries which left him weak too.
Damien got up and staggered a bit before he could regain himself.
'This is my city now! I own it, and if you want to stop me, you're going to have to kill me.' Damien shouted as he stubbled around.
   In a fit of rage, Ian drove his hand into Damien chest, and Damien did the same to him. They held each other's hearts waiting to see who would rip whose first as they both grunted and groaned in pain.
'Do it!' Damien shouted.
'You first.'
   They both looked each other in the eye and remove their hands from each other's chest at the time. They both gasped in relief at this.
'Why didn't you do it?' Damien asked.
'The reason you didn't. Because despite everything you've done you're still my big brother.'
'You're a sentimental fool.'
'Perhaps I am. But I assure you, Damien. This is far from over.'
'On the contrary, I'm counting on it.'
   Ian left the cemetery and went home.