The New York Vampire meets the Zombie

Cain Vulsore, more commanly known as The New York Vampire, walks down an allyway wisteling a sad little tune whose name has sudenly skipped his mind holding a seveared head and a glass of red liquid. The glass contaning not wine or a type of fruit juice like some would believe but blood from his latest victem, a young female about the age of nineteen. Oh, Cain had tons of 'fun' with her before she crossed the line and the Lord of Shadows had to deal with her the only way he saw fit, draining her dry of her blood then lighting the body on fire minus the head of course. He smirks and throws the head out onto the streets having the shadows spell out infront of it 'The New York Vampire was here' before he walks off back down into said ally way laughing menacingly and dissapearing into the night. Only to reapear a few houses away looking at his handy work, the cops racing to the scene trying to maybe get a shot of the infamous New York Vampire which once again they do not. "Fools, think they can catch me? The Lord of Shadows, those mere mortals can not stop me if most super powered beings can not even stop me when I try my hardest."

Darryl Jones was a zombie, or a "nano-zombie" as some people called him. Not that is mattered much to him, all Darryl cared about was being the supreme being and the best that there is. He loved NY...it was full of weak, weak souls that he could play around with, but it also hosted the occasional challenge. Darryl remembered a guy who was particularly tough the other day, and he had to let him go. Darryl would make up for that.

When Darryl was walking the street, he saw the cops, which he loved. They always tried to fight back, but they could never win. He took off his hood and revealed his undead face, one that many cops were familiar with. They rushed towards him, but almost instinctively tentacles came out of his back and grabbed each cop. He then began to crush them so hard that there spines broke. He left them there to suffer, and laughed at their last attempts to shoot him while they were dying. It was only a slight sting, barely anything. Darryl roared and yelled out loud. "HEHEHEH! I am the supreme being!"

Cain was watching the scene from the skyscraper he is standing on and raises an eyebrow at the idiot who comes out of no where. If Cain is calling anyone an idiot it is a statement that must be absolutely true because he is one himself of course. He laughs and dissapears again only to appear behind the thing tapping it lightly on the shoulder. "Yo big man, whats with stealin my jig ehh? It's a nice touch to the 'lil show of course I'll admit but come on you want to get more famous you leave people a live to talk about your legacy." He says nodding to the decapitated head and the words made of shadows spealling out 'The New York Vampire was here' than to the cops who were obviously the witnesses. Crossing his arms over his chest he steps back abit looking at the giant infront of him wondering why the back of his head is so deranged and screwed up and like decaying. He uses a shadow to scratch the back of his head while he waits for a reply from the giant man who seems to be able to use whips and stuff or whatever they were.

Darryl was tapped on the shoulder by some random guy, telling him that he should leave his victims alive. He turned his head slightly to the man. He didn't look too tough but he mentioned something about "stealing his jig". Darryl had no idea what this meant, so he didn't really know the person he was dealing with was just as dangerous as him. "It's more fun when they're dead!" Darryl said, smirking while doing so." With that, he focused on having his internal nanobots fuse out of the cell and turn his hands into an electric, circular saw. He slowly stretched his arm closer to the man smiling as he did so. Darryl enjoyed fear almost as much as death.

Cain chuckles softly shaking his head at the foolishness and stupidity of the big man and rolls his eyes at the words spoken by him and then the spinning blade that comes out of his arms. "Hmmm fancy, but not good enough you are taking on the New York Vampire, so get ready blade freak." He mutters as the shadows raise from the ground and shoot out at the big guy in sets of twenty whips that can cut through even the strongest of metals, the strongest and most durable of foes. Jumping backwards as the whips fly forwards he dives into the shadows cast upon the wall and appears behind the big man's back once again and shoots out twenty more shadow whips smirking to himself. "Bash your way through these things big guy." He mutters wanting to see if this thing has any blood in its body at all or if he has none because Cain can not smell any in the vicinity beside thoese of the cops that the fool killed.

Darryl was somewhat insulted that the man had no fear. The man called himself a vampire, which had no meaning to Darryl, just another thing to kill. Darryl laughed in his mind when black, shadowy whips came from the ground and tried to cut them down with his saw arm. However, the whips did not change in the slightest and actually came down on him, causing way more damage than expected. Darryl roared in anger from the pain...pain that he should NOT be feeling. He sees the "vampire" disappear and looks for him, only to be hit with more whips and agonized by more pain.

Darryl Jones was cut up and bleeding, although his blood was pretty much useless and dead. They didn't even serve a purpose to him. However, Darryl was undead, which meant that being killed again was extremely difficult. He wasn't even sure if he could be killed again, which gave Darryl much more confidence and strength. With a frown on his face, Darryl turned his saw arm into a shotgun and faced the man. Without a single word, he fired a wide spread blast towards the vampire.

Cain snarls as the big man seems to feel nothing, the whips would have cut through Pain and made him stumble back, so what gives? He watches as the man turns around and instinctivly throws up a shadow wall but isn't quick enough and one hits his shoulder making him grunt in pain. "You bastard...you are going to pay for that no one shoots me." He mutters making spikes appear on the wall as another rises behind the big guy and sends them flying out at him, ready to impale him in between the walls if at all possible, knowing he couldn't possibly dodge this with his smarts and reaction time. Oh, sure Cain isn't the sharpest tool in the tool shed himself but hey he's smarter this guy that's for sure. Oddly that makes him feel good, special in a little way too because he found someone dumber than he is.

Darryl had no idea about what this guy was doing. Somehow, shadows were coming to life and bending to his will. Darryl was a strange creature himself, an undead, malleable human, but this was just...unusual. Just as Darryl shot the man, a wall of shadows rose, but not quick enough to stop all the bullets. One hit him in the shoulder and he grunted in pain. Darryl would've laughed, if he had not been in pain himself.

And more was gonna come. Darryl saw the wall grow spikes and had a feeling this may be bad. But it wouldn't be so bad, Darryl could just avoid the spikes and try pushing the wall back if anything happened. He embraced himself for whatever would happen, but didn't anticipate another wall coming up from behind. Darryl was lucky though, his powers of flexibility allowed him to flatten along with the wall, but the spikes still made some holes in him, albeit they were smaller than they would've been had he not made himself flat.

Darryl attempted to squeeze out of the space using his infamous powers of flexibility. When he returned to normal shape, there were many small holes in many places in his body, and some bodily fluids leaked out. Darryl was really angry, and he could only solve that with good old hand to hand combat. Using his super speed, he dashed towards the "vampire" and tried hammering him with his now normal fists while still moving.

Cain watches and laughs in what he believes is his victory about to turn around only to see something slick out. He snarls stepping back into the shadow covered wall when he sees the big guy leave his sandwich of spiked walls. This works out greatly for Cain because the fool rushes at where he was, and Cain comes out of his shadow wall manipulating them to become giant fists. Not normal fists of course, the knuckles are spiked and sharp; rolling his tongue across his fangs he snarls. "Lets go big boy, give me your best shot." He spits out as he sends the fist flying out at the big guy at top human speeds and the strength of Pain himself or stronger because of Cain's massive and powerful control over shadows. They do call him the Lord of Shadows for a reason, and this freak is going to find out why that is.

Darryl didn't expect being hit with such a devastating attack. All of his momentum was reversed and Darryl was sent flying backwards, tumbling across the ground. Darryl was all cut up and was losing energy when he got up. Seeing a car next to him, Darryl used his favorite strategy. He picked up the car, and threw it at the man. He then followed it up with a dash towards him, with his fists greatly increased in size. A normal person probably would've gave up, but a combination of Darryl's stupidity and half broken nervous system made him continue on. "I... am... the ultimate!" he said under his breath.

Cain watches in bemusement as the big guy is sent flying backwards, only to see him pick up a car making him groan, knowing it'll hurt and possibly crush him if it hits. As soon as it is lifted into the air he dive rolls to the side to get out of the way of the car and stupid brute who runs exactly where he threw it. 'Idiot' Cain thinks to himself watching the guy go barriling to where he just was, well at least trying to because he moves pretty damn fast for someone who looks like their seventy something and comepletly cut up, bruised, and broken everywhere."Hmm you ain't ultimate in nothing big guy, well may be ultimate in the stupid contest but thats about it, honestly anyone could take you down easily if they had anytype of brain. I'm livin proof, my brain ain't so big either but I'm deffinatly smarter than your ass. He mutters sending two shadow whips flying out at the man, attempting to grab him and throw him as a row of shadow spikes shoot out from the ground underneath him and all the way back about ten feet.

Darryl was too angry to try to even to tank an attack from this man. He was bloodlusted, and wouldn't stop at anything. He slammed his hand on the ground and extended them, launching himself upwards above the spikes and the whips. He then extended his legs and landed, but used his momentum to bring his hands down in front of him towards the man. Darryl was gonna make this man pay. No mere man defeats Darryl Jones.

Cain watches with his eyes widdening as the man dodges simply everything thrown at him wondering how the hell he did it. Only to then see the guy flying out at him, with no way to react yet only to hope their are shadows underneath him, which in the night and underneath a street lamp their are. So as the hands come out and slam into him, cracking his ribs as he falls backwards and into the shadows. Instantly he is shadow traveled to the building he origonally watched the big guy ruin his jig, and he dives to the side before getting up. He groans out in pain knowing he broke at least two more of his ribs, which bugs the crap out of him because of all the time he has broken his ribs. He tries to stand up and groans softly spitting out some blood as he mutters curses under his breath waiting and lying in wait to see if the big guy will leave or not. "Get your fucking big ass out of here...." He mutters moving the shadows next to him incase the idiot somehow looks up at the building and spots his tiny five foot eight height, kneeling body.

Darryl was happy that he finally caused some pain to the man or at least hit him. However, after that, the man soon vanished. Darryl looked around to see where he was, but if he wasn't close, his undead eyes would have a big problem trying to see them. Darryl, not finding him, thought Maybe I smashed him out of existence! Darryl laughed for a moment at that, but soon all the pain caught up to him. The nanaobots in his body were extremely hot, much like how a computer is hot after being overworked. Darryl decided that cooling off would be necessary, and as such, crawled into the nearest sewer. "I always win!" He said to himself.