The New and Improved.

Lucas sighed once more, looking at Drake, "Do you think she's the one for you?" He questioned.

"I have since the first time I laid eyes on her. When I first saw her in the arena, I saw her as a food source from afar. But then I actually, saw her. And she was amazing, she can defend herself, never takes no for an answer, and I love her." Drake said, leaning against a wall, putting his hands over his mouth.

"Then keep chasing after her. Don't give up. That's all you have to do; not give up." Lucas said. They had been talking for a while now, but Lucas was mostly stalling to wait for the others.

Drake shook his head. "She doesn't want me to chase her, I can't. I can't force myself on her." He said, the veins becoming more distinguished under his eyes, as a group of people began to pass by the alley.

Lucas glanced at the approaching group. "Hey," Lucas said, noticing Drakes' lack of focus, "Hey, focus. You don't have to do this, Drake." He said.

"I do." Drake growled, his eyes turning blood red and his fangs protruding. He walked over to the group, and sunk his teeth into one of them, drinking quickly before grabbing another by their shirt, throwing them into a wall and then grabbing the last one, snapping their neck. He walked over to the one he threw, and drank them dry, looking up at Lucas, blood covering his mouth, and his fangs showing.

Lucas scanned the quick murdering, then looked at Drake angrily. He vamp-speeded to pick up a wooden stick from a dumpster, snapped it in half, and speeded to stab Drake through the stomach, twisting it while it was in him. "You need to stop." He said, veins appearing every now and then as he caught a whiff of the blood from the bodies.

Drake stood straight, grabbing the makeshift stake and pulling it out, wincing as he did. "I. Can't." He yelled, shoving the stick into Lucas's abdomen, extremely close to his heart.

Lucas stumbled back, groaning as he held the stake. He fell back into the wall, passing out.

Drake turned around, the veins under his eyes pulsating, his eyes a darker shade of red, almost black now. He walked over to one of the bodies, and continued feeding, ripping them apart as he did.

Meanwhile in Texas... Scarlet was being tortured so the men could find out what she knew. Scarlet's face had cuts and scrapes, burns littered her arms, she had a fractured wrist and a few broken ribs. "Just tell us." The man said, holding up his filleting knife. "It doesn't matter, you'll kill me anyway." Scarlet says, spitting at the man, who in return stabbed her in the stomach, and stuck his finger in the wound. Scarlet's screams were heard throughout the building, and she was stabbed again, and again.

The four, Thomas, Kris, Colin, and Leia, arrived at the alley Drake and Lucas were in. Kris dashed out of the car, looking around as she examined the brutal deaths. Her hand turned into a mechanical hand, pressing Drake into a wall behind him, the wall slightly crumbling. "What the hell did you do, dumbass?!" She exclaimed.

"I LIVED!" Drake shouted, blood falling from his lips, and spraying onto Kris. He had lost it, his eyes were now fully black, and his mouth was covered in blood, all around lay body parts.

Colin got out of the car, and rushed over to Stef-Lucas. Pulling the stick out of his stomach.

Lucas gasped, coughing and rolling over, groaning. "I'm gonna kill him, it's official." He groaned.

Kris had a look of extreme annoyance, "I'm having an off day, and you're making it worse, dick." She said, her other arm turning mechanical, snapping Drakes' neck. Her arms reverted, and she cleaned the blood off her face with her sleeve.

Thomas got out of the car turning a bit green. "Good god..." He muttered looking around. He briefly wondered if there was anyone he could 'feed' on, but dismissed it. Deciding he should focus on the problem at hand. The vampire in front of him.

Drake fell limp, falling to the ground with his head at a weird angle. It wouldn't be long before he woke up.

Kris sighed, turning away, "You guys take him back, I'll take my own way." She said, rubbing her forehead. Jet-wings sprouted from her back, and she lifted off, heading to the mansion.

"Colin, other guy. You don't mind taking care of it right? I have Uh... Business..." Thomas said spotting an attractive redhead across the street. Walking over. Within a matter of seconds, she and him were walking away down the street together.

Thomas walked downstairs in a pair of grey pajamas. Nothing fancy or special. He got out a gallon of milk and began chugging it. A female student walked downstairs after Thomas and Thomas winked at her she smiled and walked away. He put the lid back on and put it in the fridge.

Scarlet had broken out, she had no idea where she got the sudden strength, but she was out, she found her motorcycle and drove back to the mansion. It is now about 10, and she reaches the mansion, her stitches were loose and starting to come undone, she was blood covered, and new scars littered her body. She opened the front door to the mansion and collapsed before she reached the stairs, looking much like a dead body, almost unrecognizeable due to the amount of blood that caked her face.

Thomas ran over to Scarlet rolling her over. "I could use some help in here!" He yelled out to anyone in hearing distance.

Kris groaned at the sound of her and Colins' alarm going off, "Turn it off," She muttered, covering her head with her pillow. She groaned, rolling to turn off the alarm, and falling off the bed in the process. She sighed and got dressed sleepily, running her hands through her hair as she walked down the stairs, spotting Scarlet on the ground. She rushed over, "What happened?" She questioned, placing her hands over Scarlet's open wounds to stop the bleeding. "Get her to the infirmary!"

Thomas nodded and picked Her up in a threshold carry. He ran to the imfirmary as fast as possible and placed her onto a bed.