No one is certain exactly how it all started. No one knows who let loose the plague that reduced humanity to a race of vampires—save the small enclaves of ‘norms’ who lived in terror with each setting of the sun. Hunted by the undead each night, they struggled for survival as they moved among the burned out remnants of what was once a thriving civilization. As their numbers had dwindled, the vampires had begun to take care not to extinguish their only source of food. While they continued taking the norms in the still of the night, the vampires made certain that they took only enough blood to sustain themselves—not so much as to kill their prey or turn them into one of their own.
For Dr. Damien Marcus, the question of how the nightmare enveloped mankind was irrelevant. His life had ended one evening a year earlier when he came home to find the lifeless body of his wife, Angela. Stripped naked and completely drained of blood, she had been one of the first victims of the rampaging legions of night demons. It was evident from the dozens of bite marks all over her body that she had been set upon by a group of bloodsuckers who then went into a feeding frenzy. One of them had even literally devoured her pussy, leaving a gaping hole where her softest of flesh had once been. As he had cradled her in his arms, he had hoped that she hadn’t suffered for very long. He then staked her through the heart to ensure that she would not rise to add to humanity’s suffering and buried her in a cemetery not far from where they lived. As he wept over her grave, his tears of sorrow turned to tears of rage. He swore to her that he would avenge her death and, if possible, put an end to the existence of the vampire scourge.
At first, he stalked them during the daylight hours, entering their darkened hiding places, staking as many as he could; scorching entire buildings when their numbers were too great to be eradicated one-by-one. But he quickly came to realize that his efforts were futile. There were too many hiding places, too many vampires to seek out—and only one of him. He returned to the solitude of his fortified basement each night and lamented at the overwhelming task that lay before him.
“If only there were more of me,” he quietly thought to himself. Finally, he came upon a plan to “spread himself out”, a plan which, if successful, would eventually retake the planet for humankind. He ventured to his laboratory at Genetyne, the company which had employed him as a bio-geneticist. Finding the lab intact, he hooked portable generators to restore power and threw himself into his research. After months of hard work, Marcus had developed a two-fold approach to solving the unholiest of problems. First, he had genetically enhanced himself to increase his strength by many times. Even the most powerful of vampires would be unable to overwhelm him. Added to that were improvements to his hearing and eyesight which made him a formidable foe in the darkness. But the treatments had not been without danger. After his first injection, he lay unconscious at Genetyne for a night and a day. Only luck had spared him from being discovered by one of the undead as he lay helpless.
The second part of his plan involved him changing his body chemistry. In examining tissue samples he had taken from vampires that he had dispatched, he had discovered the pathogen that kept them “alive”, made them vulnerable to sunlight, and compelled them to drink blood. In altering his chemistry, he discovered a way to kill the pathogen. Unfortunately, he found that the anti-virus could only be carried in his sperm. But once a female vampire had been infected by him, he projected that she would die within three to seven months—die an agonizing death. Of further benefit was that the anti-virus was somehow altered by the female vampire’s body chemistry which, when introduced into a norm’s bloodstream through her saliva, became a deadly toxin to all vampires. Once an infected female bit a norm, the altered anti-virus was passed on to the norm. Any male vampire biting the norm later on died very quickly, within two or three days. Female vampires died far more slowly, but they still died. One final benefit was that the taste of an infected norm’s blood became repulsive to female vampires, forcing them to seek uninfected victims—thereby further spreading the anti-virus. To enhance his own anti-virus production capabilities, he also applied his medical techniques to increasing his sperm creation capacity.
After several weeks of treatment, Marcus felt he was finally ready. Gazing out the window and watching the sun rise at the beginning of a long late summer day, Damien thought to himself, “Can I really do this?” It took only a moment of thinking about his dead wife to reawaken the rage that still burned within him. He slammed his fist onto an empty table next to his equipment. It shattered with the force of a cannonball striking a wall. He was amazed at the physical force that he now wielded. He was indeed ready.
He drove to an office building deep in the heart of the metropolis. He knew that it was a prime resting place for the bloodsuckers. He went into the building unarmed. Weary of staking them, this was going to be all-or-nothing affair. He came to a darkened room, its windows covered with black paint to shut out the sunlight. His enhanced eyesight quickly adjusted to the darkness. Inside the room lay more than a dozen coffins. “This is an older site,” he thought to himself. He knew this to be true because none of the boxes he observed were of the makeshift variety. They were coffins stolen from funeral homes, and even cemeteries, by the vampires. Newer sites often had coffins made from little more than cardboard boxes.
He carefully opened the first coffin, only to find it occupied by a male—deep in his undead slumber. He slowly closed the lid and opened a second coffin. Again, it was a male. Finally, the third coffin yielded what he needed, a female. She was an attractive Hispanic, appearing to be in her early 20s—at least when she had been among the living. She was dressed in tattered jeans and a t-shirt. Damien closed his eyes for a moment to gather his courage. Then he was upon her. With a few powerful sweeps of his hands, he had stripped the vampira completely naked, ripping away her t-shirt, then bra, then jeans, then, finally, her dark panties. She had awakened immediately but found herself powerless to stop Marcus. She screeched, howled, and bore her fangs, staring at him with those typically all-red eyes. With one hand, Damien had secured her wrists together. With the other, he first stripped her naked, then dropped his pants and pulled down his underwear. Preparing to climb on top of her in her coffin, he was startled as a cold, clammy hand grabbed his shoulder from behind. Although his superior hearing had detected movement behind him, he had been too occupied to reorient his attention.
