The man with the knife gave her an annoyed glare. "Looks like this bitch refuses to talk. Fine, you'll just die like your parents then." He raised the weapon high to strike...only to put it away and grin. "But first we're gonna have a little fun. Don't think you're getting off easy with us just killing you. You look eighteen to me..." Pulling her closer, the man breathed over Angela, his hot and rancid breath pouring over her face. "So boys, who wants to have her first?"

"Ooh, me! I haven't had a good one since the divorce."

"Wait your turn you damn fool! She has to be made tender."

"Heh, I can't wait to...what is that?"

The four men remained silent as their ears registered something else. Another sound besides the girl's quiet sobbing. It was the sound of someone sniffing. And it was coming from the corpse. Perplexed, all four men turned their gazes over there, only to be startled by a most amazing and impossible sight.

The corpse was moving. Standing up and walking towards them. It's body and face looked horrifically burned but it's clothes were very much intact. A tuxedo suit with a crimson tie, dark boots and a pair of white gloves. The attire of a butler. The creature sulked down on its knees and began to crawl to Angela's feet. Still stunned, the men looked on in wonder as the corpse finally stopped sniffing and found its source: the drop of blood that had fallen from on the floor.

The girl's blood.

Producing a black tongue, the creature lapped at the droplet. Immediately upon doing so, it's body began to change. Flesh and bone replaced once where none was, and hair began to spread out in clumps. No longer was it a corpse but a man now. Pale skin crowned with pitch black hair finalized by a pair of blood red eyes.

Those very same eyes looked up now at the restrained girl.

"Are you the one who has given me this gift?"