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              Antonio Mancini was born an experiment. A solider of its kind. A Vampire. A creation, to be used by Vampires to reclaim control of the surface world, which was once theirs centuries ago. Of the many memories long forgot of Antonio Mancini, the memory remembered best were the feelings of pain and suffering. With every hero, comes a story. Thus the Spurs story begins.

            “uhhhh” groaned Antonio. The whip struck his shirtless back as if it were lightning. After a couple more lashes, the big, bearded man left the teenage monster to the darkness of the cell. Antonio’s legs were tied to a wobbly bar stool, which was in a large cell, housed in a huge catacomb system under New York City. The only light shining in the room was that of a small barred window which led to the world above, near the top of the slowly rotting wall. Antonio bent over, resting his head on his legs, his long untrimmed hair hanging low by the filthy floor. The stinging was slowly going away now, as the cold November air helped souse the pain.

            Around Antonio’s neck was an electric collar, which they used to render him powerless. If Antonio wasn’t wearing the collar at the time, the stinging wouldn’t have hurt at all. Working similar to one a dog would wear, the collar only allowed Antonio to do what his “masters” wanted him to do. In this case, his masters were the members of the Vampire Council of New York, six individuals governing North Eastern parts of the United States secret Vampire population. The Council Man who enforced law was Diablo, the man who was whipping Antonio.

            After hearing the sounds of the door unlocking, Antonio lifted his head and sat upright, showing good posture for whoever it might have been. The door slowly opened, revealing Otis, One of the nicer Council Men. 

 “Hello Antonio” said Otis, who was circling Antonio, looking at his scarred back.