[b]Colt "The Devil Spawn" Jackson
Fairbank[/b]

At this point, Colt tipped his hat forward to conceal his distant gaze, taking in her words, unsure what to make of them. “– and you happen to see this woman in my life…that’s what troubles me…Miss Cordelia. And don’t be so willing to part with what some of us have so easily lost.” Her willingness to sell her soul resonated within him – he felt for her. Could there really be such a woman, he thought. He knew nothing about love, had never felt it but something told him the woman next to him was far more complex than he could imagine. “I almost envy the bastard that ends up with that beauty,” he said, raising his eyes to meet hers again,”…me? I’m looking for the easy way out. ” Colt decided against telling her what it was he truly sought – a peaceful death with a clear conscience. He had nothing to live for but maybe that could change a small part of him almost dared to think. 

“Martin, think I’ll kill him first,” he murmured as he bolted toward the swinging doors that lead into the kitchen. For reasons unclear at the time, it infuriated him that anyone could hurt her. 

Before Colt could offer Cordelia a response, they were interrupted. In the blink of an eye, Cordelia was ripping Sophia apart with her bare hands. Just as Mario came in through the doors, Colt noticed a second man appear, he was chunky and had slop all over his face. Judging by his white apron, he was a cook. The man went for Cordelia, rampaging across the kitchen. “My Sophia! No!” he yelled, his eyes widening to impossible proportions. Without hesitation, Colt sprung forward faster than a lightning bolt and lunged himself at Cordelia before the cook could get to her, wrapping his arms around her to lessen the impact as they fell. He lay on top of her behind a large wooden table. “I’m the Devil Spawn, Cordelia and I’m here to massacre an infestation of vampires,” he revealed calmly as he pressed a handgun sideways against her chest, “use this, it has special silver bullets, the only way to make these motherfuckers bleed.” 

Across the kitchen, the cook embraced a struggling Sophia who pleaded. “No, Diego, don’t…” she cried but it was too late. The brutish cook dug both fangs deep into her cleavage and his throat began to work, making a gulping sound, as he drained her blood. “My…my Alexander…” she recited like a broken record, her right hand reaching for the door as she fell to the ground. Almost immediately, two men emerged from the doors that lead back into the saloon – Alexander and Wyatt, both with angular features, skin as pale as snow and dark rings around their magenta-colored eyes. 

“Disgusting,” Alexander said nonchalantly, amused at the corpse and more concerned about a dab of dirt stuck underneath his long fingernails than at the commotion.

“Cordelia, take care of the female, she’ll turn any second now but will be too clumsy in her new form, the others are too dangerous,” Colt instructed. 

“Is someone there?” Alexander asked. “It’s Susanna Blue, Lord Alexander,” Diego quickly responded, “She’s back here with some…s-some man!” Alexander shot him a disgusted look. “Why do we keep this senseless pig around?” He whispered to Wyatt. “He cooks the girls for us, Alexander and he’s dumb as a rock.” Wyatt responded equally lifeless in his tone. 

Four…two half-blood across the kitchen and two full-bloods by the door, Colt calculated the positioning of his targets as he began to formulate his plan. He shot Cordelia a last gaze before he sprang into action; he gave her a strong look of confidence, letting her know he’d get them out. 

Emerald eyes glowing like the aurora, twin revolvers strapped inside his black duster coat, Colt rolled onto the table, maneuvering efficiently to pull out both guns and shoot four silver rounds in one fluid movement. 

All four rounds found their intended targets. Mario’s went straight to the forehead; the dumbstruck thug fell to the ground with a loud thump. Diego's went straight through the chest, immediatly ending him. He was a lowly half-blood, he was easy, Alexander and Wyatt had pure forms and that made them deadly foes. The two bodies squirmed as something began to rip through their skin. Their limbs stretched to double their size and both of them formed snouts, their ears elongated into an apex and razor-sharp claws sprang from their gruesome hands. “Devil Spawn, this kitchen will be your tomb!” Alexander snarled before rushing Colt with amazing speed. He smashed Colt against the wall, pinning him by the neck with his protruding elbow – a mistake. Colt, the Devil Spawn, Jackson couldn’t tolerate being touched there even if it was in the middle of a fight. He gripped the vampire’s arm with his hand and pushed as hard as he could if only to lift the creature’s arm off him by a hairline; he drew a dagger with his spare hand and sliced off his aggressor’s hand in a clean, rapid slash. The wounded vampire retreated. “Curse you, Devil Spawn!” Alexander cried. Colt fell on his knees and gasped for air, gripping his neck. “I already am…” he managed to whisper.
 
Before Colt could manage a breath, Mario stampeded from behind. He picked up the Devil Spawn and flung him. Colt crashed hard against a wooden table, breaking it from the impact. At that moment, Wyatt glided forward with his snout wide open, exposing his fangs, his intentions clear. The vampire crashed hard with a powerful crunch but Colt reacted in time to drive a dagger into the roof of his mouth. Wyatt stood almost immobilized in shock. Colt drove the dagger deeper, blood trickling from the deep gash. He quickly raised his revolver and fired a pointblank round straight into the vampire’s head. Before he could finish Wyatt, he felt a tug on his leg. Mario swept him from the table and flung him once more like a ragdoll. Colt hit the wall hard but absorbed the impact with his shoulder. The annoying henchman charged Colt and swung but Colt managed to catch the fist with his own hand. He focused all his momentum on his right hand and smashed Mario’s teeth in with a ferocious clout. Right as the thug was falling back from the blow; Colt dashed forward and caught the half-blood’s neck between his right shoulder and arm in a lock as if carrying lumber. He used his spare hand in a lever motion to flip a dazed Mario over his back and break his neck, finally killing the brutish half-blood.