Sunday 12:00 P.M. Tsukiko's Point Of View:

I pushed open the large, white church doors and walked down that aisle that filled my mind with hatred. On either side, those fake people turned to look in fear. Some ran from the church, knowing what was about to happen.

The priest was in the usual spot: standing in the center of the raised area behind the altar, chanting something from a book. He was a serious-looking stout man with glasses and a large nose. He knew that I was coming for him, but he continued to chant. He thought that his god would save him.

I stood behind him, my axe raised high above his balding head. By now, Christians were running and screaming from the church. Utter chaos. But the priest kept chanting. He stayed faithful until his end.

I brought my axe down with all my might and it stuck in his skull with a sickening sound too grotesque to even describe. His chanting stopped and he crumpled to the ground. His blood slowly flowed from the deadly wound, staining those expensive carpets. I loved watching the movement of fresh blood.

There were still a few people sitting on those stupid benches, praying as if it would make a difference.

I swung my axe at their necks like a psychopath, creating fountains and pools of blood. Children, mothers, fathers, grandparents. All died by my hands.

I left that stained church as casually as I had went in, leaving behind 15 corpses. How tragic. I smiled, dragging the bloody axe behind me. The sun was beating down on me, causing my white skin to ache. I ignored the pain and walked for an hour towards a freeway bridge.

There were four lanes on either side, full of speeding cars. Humans....

I dropped my filthy axe and climbed up on the ledge of the wall. I stuck my hands out and jumped without a second thought. I fell quickly and hit the ground with great impact and my skull cracked on the cement. I smiled as the pain seared through my body and cars swerved, trying not to hit me.

"Oh my god!" someone yelled. "She killed herself!"

I got up and smiled towards the lady. A bunch of people were standing near their cars. They were staring at me- some looking traumatized- as I wiped some blood off my face.

"Holy shit!" a man yelled. "It's a vampire!"

Smiling, I walked from the scene, dripping blood and leaving behind the emotionally disturbed humans.

I walked back to the building where 'he' controlled us. I walked inside down the long, dark hallway that had doors on both sides. I arrived at my room. 133.

My room- and all of the others- was completely dark due to the fact that there were no windows. There was only room for my twin-sized bed and a desk. One candle was my only source of light. I crawled into bed, not caring that I was bleeding all over my pillow.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, Kadin came to me.

"You're bleeding," his deep voice came. "Was that job too hard for you, Tsukiko?" I didn't respond. I kept my eyes closed, wishing that he would go away.

I felt him sit on the bed near me and he ran his fingers through my long, matted black hair. I finally opened my eyes.

"Don't touch me," I growled, glaring into his red eyes. I hated everything about him. His long, flowing black hair, his thin white face. His towering, lean figure.

"Hmmm? Is that any way to talk to your master?" he whispered his vile question, stroking my cheek. I hated him even more.

He got up and went to my desk and opened the drawer. He threw all my papers to the ground and held up an old photograph. Immediately, my vision became blurry from tears. My daughter, Kiyoko. . .

"Look how beautiful," Kadin said mockingly. "How young she looks. A mere child. Now, she's even more beautiful. . . Her silky black hair that falls to her lower back. Those lively, big brown eyes. And her long, pale neck-"

"Don't you dare touch her!" I cried threateningly. My head was starting to spin, but I jumped up anyway so that I could snatch the pictures from his filthy hands. But he held it high above his head as if it was a game.

"How many people have you killed?" he asked, pulling me against him.

"126. . ." I mumbled. Being so close to him, I could smell the blood and death that he reeked of.

"Such a long way to go. . ." he said, touching my neck. "Only 540 more."

He walked from the room as silently as he had come, leaving behind a small scrap of paper in my hand. I slowly unfolded it to read the name scrawled on it. My next victim. . .

Sunday 5:00 P.M. Kadin's Point Of View:

I walked down the dark hallway towards Kiyoko's cell. Children and other humans reached out of their cells, trying to grab onto my black trench coat. I ignored their cries and pleas.

I finally reached her cell. It was at the end of the building in the coldest, most lonely part. Kiyoko was sitting on the filthy bed in that tiny cell, all curled up in a ball. She was so pale and beautiful. It was hard to resist her. If I was human, I know that I wouldn't be able to.

I unlocked the cell door and walked in as she looked up, fear spreading through her eyes. Her eyes were exactly like her mother's; Big, brown, and full of hatred. Even behind the fear I could sense the hatred every time she looked at me.

"Hey there, sweetie," I said, approaching her. She gave me a disgusted look and backed away. "It's your birthday tomorrow, you know. You're going to be 16. Here, I brought you a present."

I pulled out a brown package from the depths of my trench coat and she took it with trembling hands. "Open it," I said. She opened it as slowly as possible as if there was something disgusting inside.

I smiled, trying to encourage her, but the sight of my fangs probably just made things worse. She opened the box that I had wrapped and stared at the money inside.

"It's half a million dollars," I said proudly. "For when your mother finishes her job and you get out of here. It will be a happy ending because now you'll have a place to go."

She glared at me and then threw the box of money against a wall. "I hate you," she whispered, laying down with her back to me. That made me angry, for I had to steal money from a bank just for her. I unsheathed my dagger and Kiyoko suddenly turned around, her eyes wide with fear.

"I'm sorry!" she said quickly, covering her face. "I'm so sorry!" I laughed at the sight. Humans are so pathetic. She looked up at me, tears falling from her eyes and the hatred in them was more clear now.

"You look so much like your mother," I said. She stopped crying and stared at me intently. "She hasn't changed a bit since the transformation. She still looks 18 years old."

I walked away, locking the cell door behind me. Kiyoko was still staring at me as I walked away from her. I smiled to myself, knowing how much they both hated me.