Vienna, during The Week of Nightmares

Vienna. 1999. 2 minutes to midnight.
The man have been sitting there in the same bench since sundown, thinking.
This man is one who's been battling for his entire life, and his unlife had been no different. the first thing he did as one of the damned was claw his way out of a coffin and 6 feet of dirt driven by the hunger he, and all of his kind, always felt. Tonight he fought another battle, although this one was not gonna leave any scars, at least not on his skin.
His mind went back and fort in time recalling memories of days long gone by and some other more recent, he thought of himself and his sire. He loathed that man, the only thing that gave purpose to his existence was the need he felt to kill him, Andrea di Montisello, the Cainite that created him.
The last time he saw his sire was the night he betrayed him. He could remember that night in Marseilles. That night Andrea di Montisello had performed the Amaranth.
Marko asked "Why have you drained him? They will hunt you now! And this man was your friend, he saved your ass more than once, you've said so yourself!!".
The answer was "Why? You of all people should know Marko... Gehenna is comming and I DO NOT want to be the meal of someone more powerful than me. The time will come when you'll have to the same: it's eat or be eaten! You ask me why I did this? It's because of who we are... We are monsters!".
He never saw him again, and he's been hunting him since.

His mind kept wondering.
More recently he stood in a plaza in Vienna looking at a girl whose type would be considered EMO years later. The woman, Paula, was depressed to her very core, her mind was set on ending her existence - she also was one of the damned. Just a couple of hours before Marko gave her a lesson on who she was. He had stolen a child from the arms of his mother and gave him to Paula, put a gun to her head and said "Drink Paula".
After a few seconds of hesitation, she drank a little. He said "That's not what I meant, suck him dry. Feed. You too must feel the hunger".
"I wont do it Marko, he's just a kid, I refuse to!" Said her.
"FEED DAMN IT!! I know you work on the hospital so you can feed on the terminal patients, but that is not who we are! 'The merciful death' huh? Just like Louis... Let me let you in a little secret you pathetic waste of meat, we're Vampires, we're the damned! There's no good in our souls, we are monsters!" He made emphasis on those last 3 words, as if trying to get her to understand.
His words drew Paula into a rage, controlled by the beast within her she slaughtered the boy in her frenzy while Marko laughed as he saw what was left of her humanity slip through her fingers like that child's blood.
"We are monsters".
Andrea had told him that in Marseilles.

Finally he thought of a little girl. She was 8 years old, or so it seemed. She was Marko's new childe. He was forced to embrace her, there was still innocence in her. He thought of Andrea and realized he had become the same monster he had been trying to kill for such a long time. Rage almost took a hold on him, the park was full with people, his vision turned red, he began to lose it as the beast took over and then, then he thought of that little girl again. That thought made him calm down little by little until he was in full control once more.
He was going to kill Andrea, yes, but he wasn't gonna let that girl endure the hardships of having a monster for a sire.

He got up and walked away thinking one last thing: "I am not like you, you son a bitch, I'm not gonna die a monster".

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In case you're wondering
The Week of Nightmares
Amaranth
Louis

Checkmate

The man's shirt read "The Ed Hunter Tour" along with a setlist of songs.
The man was on his knees and his flesh had been cut open several times by the claws of the ultimate predator, however he was not in danger of dying. Vampires don not bleed, they hardly feel pain at all, but this was different. His enemy was very much like him, and his blood could power the beast within to manifest in his body... These claws burned him, like only the sun and fire could burn his flesh.
The man looked up as his assailant grabbed him by the neck and said "Any last words comrade?". His accent was definitively from Russia.
The man said "Yes.... Checkmate comrade"
The sound of a gunshot could be heard in the room as a woman dressed in red stood behind the Russian and blew his brains with a chromed Mark XIX Desert Eagle.
Only a few people in the room had seen the woman in the room. Her blood could charm people's minds to ignore her until she draws attention to herself. She pushed the Russian aside with his feet, helped the man up and said "Are you ok Marko?"
The man saw a little girl a few feet away from him stand up with nothing more than a couple of bruises and said "Never better"