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Morgan's violent action created a jumble of flesh and steel - in the long run, it had resulted in the way it would, but far more advantageous for the vampire's quarry than for the vampire. Morgan's covered eyes did not stop watching the boy, even in the deseperate call for a halt hit Morgan's ears, [b]"STOP!!!"[/b] In the midst of his next action, Morgan wondered, [i][color=fff200]'How many times have I heard this last plea?'[/color][/i] Too many times, probably. It always seemed to be the last words of a victim or some other individual who managed to get in the way of the vampire. Like many before the squire, curiosity was going to kill the cat again. 

The boy's blind swing of his blade proved to be true - the training of the young man had kicked in and would have forced any mortal to move away from the arcing weapon, in fear of recieving a terrible injury, or worse, losing a limb. However, Morgan was no mere man.

The blade would sink past the cloth that covered the vampire's legs, and into the pale flesh, metal scraping against bone, as blood already began staining the dark left pantleg. The boy would no doubt feel a surge of adreniline now, a flash of victory before his young eyes - after all, hitting your enemy would give anyone this feeling. But how would he feel when Morgan's swift limbs already reached for the boy's arm and blade, terrible strength attempting to break the limb that held onto the blade that had struck the vampire's now injured leg? How would he react to the sharp intake of air, a beastal hiss of pain raking the air around the boy's ears? 

Morgan's strong grip would latch onto his foe's wrist and blade. The thick gloves would help against the cutting of the vampire's flesh, as the left hand swiftly, viciously twisting the young man's wrist without remorse, Morgan's right hand attempting to rip the blade from the boy's grasp. The vampire could feel his lips peeling back, revealing fangs from under the dark cloth that covered his throat and mouth. Blackened eyes widened, the crimson irises vivid under the mask that hid any true expression from the Viper's boy.

[i][color=fff200]'Control - Stay in control...'[/color][/i]

But with the blood spilling, and already so much effort already being expended -- how much longer could Morgan hold back the beast?