Antonio Ricci was a manipulative bastard.  He always got what he wanted.  Guess someone would expect that from a Ricci. He's the son of one of the most feared mafia fathers in Chicago. Not to mention no one knows what his next move could possibly be.

He first killed someone at the age of ten and ever since he pulled that trigger he couldn't get enough of it.  If someone pissed him off or was thinking of ripping his family off, he would gladly put a bullet through their head.

Antonio Ricci didn't give a shit about anyone.  Not the girls he dated, not the men that worked under his pops, not even his own pops and sister.  He could care less about them.  All he wanted was power.  He wanted people to know who he was.  Wanted them to fear him and have people whisper his name.  He did anything to get there, killed everyone that stood in his way or just because he wanted too.

Power. That is all he ever wanted. And in 1923, Antonio was invested to get that power...

Chicago, 1923

"Antonio, stop!"  Amelia yelled.  All she could do was watch as her brother beat the shit out of her boyfriend.

Blood and spit was flying from her boyfriends face with each punch Antonio gave.  He wheezed as Antonio looked at him with a hard look. Antonio gave one last punch, letting go of the man's collar as he dropped to the floor, trying to catch it breath.

Antonio straightened up, grabbing a handkerchief from inside his suit, cleaning his hand as best as he could.

Amelia went to see if her boyfriend was alright but Antonio grabbed her forearm in a tight grip, tsking.

"Ah. Ah. Ah. Let's go". He dragged her out of the room, Amelia stumbling in her heels.

"You had no right to do that". Amelia glared up at her brother.

"Amelia, I had every right".

"He did nothing wrong". She seethed. Antonio continuing to drag her. Soon they were out of the building where some of the men that worked under his father were waiting. Either by the front door or the building they just came out of or by a car.

"He wasn't good enough for you". Antonio gestured for one of the men to open the back door of the car.

Amelia scoffed. "No one is ever good enough for me, according to you. Which is ironic since you don't care about me". She leaned up, closer to his face as the two continued to walk.

Antonio rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Yeah, Amelia. Shut up already". He let go of her forearm, shoving her into the car, his accent sounding more when he dragged out the 'shut up'.

Before Amelia could say something back, he slammed the door on her. "Get her back to pops". He told the driver.  He rubbed his hand over his face, watching the car soon leave and then fixed his tie.

"Come on, we got more business to attend too".  Antonio heard some of the men take their guns out.

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Antonio walked into his, a cigarette hanging from between his lips. As soon as he rounded the corner to the parlor, he stopped. His pops was there, waiting for him to arrive.

"Sit, Antonio". His father ordered.

"What's this about, pops?" Antonio asked.

"I said, sit". His father ordered a bit more harshly.

Antonio slowly took a seat on the couch, gesturing with his arms that asked, 'happy?'. Antonio sat there as his father started to circle him slowly. Like a predator would their prey.

"You've been messy, Antonio. My guys have had to clean up after you".

"Ah, come on pops. The guys clean up after me either way". Antonio tried to justify his actions.

His father stood in front of him and then took the cigarette out of his sons mouth, leaning over to the table where he stuck it into the ashtray.

"Antonio. You're being careless. I don't like that. You're making me look bad and you know how I feel about when guys make me look bad". His father pointed to his son.

"You better get your act together".

"I'm trying to prove myself". Antonio said loudly. "Come on, pops. Haven't I don't enough? When do I get to take full reign?" Antonio questioned.

His pops let out a chuckle, shaking his head, walking over to pour himself a drink. "Not at this rate. Not only do you need to less messy but you need more power". His father told him.

"Everyone else knows you as Giuseppe Ricci's boy. That's it. You haven't done anything that stands out to them. You do petty crimes. Shooting, beating people up because they don't pay back. That's it". His father shrugged. "I thought I taught you better. Your sister is even doing a better job than you and she hasn't killed anyone". His father chuckled once more.

Antonio gripped the chair harder at every single word that came out of his fathers mouth.

"When will I get that power, pops?" Antonio questioned, keeping the anger from his voice.

Giuseppe shrugged. "Either you do something extraordinary or wait till I'm dead". And with that his father left the room.

Antonio stood up angrily, kicking the coffee table in anger and running his hand through his hair.

He would show him. He would show all of them.

1:23 am

"I don't know about this Antonio.  This seems like a trap".  One of the guys said as they down a hallway.

"Shut up, Pip.  It's not.  Now hurry up, before I leave your sorry ass behind". Antonio continued to walk.

Pip was quick to continue after him.

"I don't see nobody".  Pip told him, squinting his eyes to try and see down the alley better.

The two heard a noise and then came to a stop.  Pip took out his gun while Antonio put his hand where his gun was resting.

The noise sounded again with a gust of wind that made Pip grab the top of his hat so it wouldn't blow off his head.

"This is pretty whack, Antonio".

"I said shut up!"  Antonio turned back slightly to glare at him.  He was cursing himself for bringing this guy.

Antonio's voice bounced off the walls of the alleyway.  Antonio continued to glare at Pip then saw his eyes leave his, looking at something that was in front of them.

Antonio then turned back around, seeing a silhouette of someone in the distance.

"How do we do this?"  Antonio got straight to the point.

And then the silhouette of the person flashed off, the sound of metal banging was heard and then a laugh echoing their ears.

"What happened to hello?  How are you?"   A woman's voice sounded.  The two not knowing where she was.

"You are something else, Antonio Ricci"

She then sounded right behind the two.  The two instantly turned around.  Pip held his gun up, pointing at her. She moved his eyes to him, narrowing as she did so.

"Drop it". She ordered.

Pip didn't hesitate and did just that.

"She's the devil, Antonio! She made me do that".

"Pip, shut up".  Antonio said once more, frustrated, pushing past him.

"I didn't know you were a girl".  Antonio spoke, clearly looking her up and down.

The woman smiled widely.  "Most men think that.  Let's cut to the chase.  I know why you're here.  You know why you're here.  You do know once you go through with this, you can't take it back".  The woman warned.

"I won't regret it, doll.  It'll make me get what I want". 

"Antonio, we don't even know who she is".  Pip spoke from behind him.

"Oh.  You're right, Pip.  How rude of me.  I'm Antonio Ricci, as you know.  This here is Pip".

"Hera".

"Like the Greek Goddess?" Antonio questioned.

Hera only smiled. "Exactly, but far from who she is. Now, are you sure you want to go on with this? Last wa-"

"Yeah. Yeah". Antonio cut her off. "I am sure. I do something that makes me become a creature of the night".

"Wait. Antonio. A vampire? This is what it's about?" Pip spoke once more. "You can't do that. Not only will you become some type of monster-"

"I'm already a monster". Antonio smirked.

"Antonio, you can't make this decision. What will your pops say? What about your sister?"

"Pip, you've been speaking way too much tonight. You better shut up". Antonio warned, not looking at him as he held his hand up.

"Think this through before-"

A gunshot went off.

Antonio faced Pip with his gun up, smoke coming from it as he held an annoyed look on his face. Pip fell to the ground, groaning as he held his side, blood coating his hand.

"I told you to shut up." Antonio said calmly and turned back around where Hera was waiting patiently.

"Now, that's over with. Let's get on with it. So. How do I do this? Seal this fate with a kiss?" He smirked.

"I'm a vampire Antonio". She held out a vile of blood. "Vampire blood. Mine, to be exact. Drink it. Find your first kill". She looked past him to Pip who was slowly getting back to his feet.

"Looks like you already have one. And then, you get what you have wanted".

Antonio walked over, grabbing the vile from her, looking at it.  "That's all?"  He looked from the vile to where she stood.  But when he did she was gone. 

"Easy enough".  Antonio popped the lid open and chugged the blood down.

It was only minutes till Antonio started to feel the effect. It felt like he was drunk. Everything was spinning and his vision kept blurring in and out. Antonio let out a deep breath of air, his hands slamming against the alleyway wall, his head leaning on it. His eyes were closed for awhile and then he opened them.

Pip was making his way down the alleyway, far away as he could from Antonio. He was stumbling as he walked, his side was on fire, his shirt coating with blood. Pip held his gun in his hand just in case.

Pip didn't have time to react at all because he was shot again. This time in his back. He immediately fell back down again, letting out a cry of pain. Antonio stalked over to him with a look in his eyes. A look that was held with pure evil and entertainment.

"I'm going to enjoy this". Antonio laughed.