"Do you really think it's gonna be that easy, that we can just band together and finish what we're supposed to finish straight off the bat. We son't know a god damn thing about any of this. Don't whine about coming back, cause it won't change the fact that you did. And don't be so eager to avoid danger either, since it seems like the reason we were brought back is to be Death's hitmen, the insurance policy that makes sure every cashes in their checks. I doubt very much that who we were brought back to kill will be enough off a pushover to be defeated by a bunch of baby Reaper's like us. So suck it up and take asvantage of the gift you've been given, all of you. So then, Jimmy, stop your bitching and come with me. If you do, along with anyone else, we'll check out the clubs for this other Reaper. If not, then I'l. go find those vampires, and though I'd prefer not to go alone, I doubt that they'll welcome in with open arms. That my offer, so take it or leave it. I'll go outside and wait for about 5 minutes, then I'm gone."

After Zach's finished his rant he walked outside and took a seat, watching the cops spar. 

He just sat there for a while, then he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small bottle. It was of gothic design and filled with a thick,viscous black liquid. Just the sight of it made his blood boil, not with rage, but anticipation.This was the blood of a vampire, left for him in tne previous lair of the one he was hunting. With it, a message written in blood:

'If you are reading this, little fledging Zachary, then you survived and became one of us. If tou wish to kill me, then drink the contents of the bottle, it is my blood and it'll be the start of your powers. From there, they will grow with every pint of blood you consume, whether it be human or vampire, So drink, young fledgling, drink and take your vengeance.'

He had been putting it off, fearing of what he'd becomeif he did, of the monster he'd awaken. But now that he knew a little more, abour what his role was from here on out, he had decided it didn't matter. If he had to become a monster to kill that bastard, then he'd to it gladly. He raised it up to drink, only for a shadowed hand to be placed on his, soft as sin. He looked up to see Umbram, his icy blue eyes pleading with him not to drink.

"Step away, Umbram,"Zachary muttered under his breath, "I need to do this, I need to hunt him down. I need as much power as I can. So please don't try and stop me." With that he ahook the Mori off and downed the contents of the bottle.

Intense pain and pleasure burst through his body, as he fell over, hunched in the fetal position, grabbing at his head. This was the best and worst thing he'd ever felt, and it had him completely paralyzed, his eyes flickering rapidly from red to silver, all in silence.