A dark haired man, was strapped to a metal table. His shirt gone, his jeans at the ends were torn to shreds. He was breathing heavy, as a dark figure approached him. "Why do you resist me werewolf?" The werewolf only growled at the figure beside him. The figure laughed, "it's useless to struggle Justin." Justin only growled, "I won't ever give into you Dracula never will." There was a tattoo on his left shoulder, as the half moon hit his left shoulder.