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magic he was totally restored.  
                              He took a deep breath and sat up.   He felt like himself again, but better in some way.   Bernadine held his face in her hands and then kissed his blood-stained lips.   From then on he was calmed and had become an Acolyte.   He was able to curb his violence, but sometimes still felt a desire to feed more than others.  
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                              He heard movement behind him and turned around.   Standing there was a big, burly biker who looked like he wanted trouble.   Alexander knew the type.   Although JR was usually able to keep the peace in the bar, there were an occasional badass who felt the need to start shit with someone smaller than them.   This biker was about a good foot taller than Alexander although much of his body was blubber, not muscle.   The biker was a person who was used to bullying people and winning most of the fights he got into.   Besides his large size and his overly large ego, he was very ugly with a bald head and no neck.  
                              The other person came out of his stall, took one look at the biker and ran as fast as he could from the restroom.   The biker smiled at Alexander and said, “What do we have here?”  
                              “Look,” said Alexander getting up in the biker’s face. “I don’t want any trouble.   I’m just here tonight to drink and meet some women.”
                              “I don’t give a shit what you’re here for!” said the biker a little taken back by Alexander’s confidence. “I’m here to drink some beer and kick some ass!   And I think I’ll start with you first, faggot!”
                              At the mention of the last word, Alexander suddenly flashed back to a time long ago.   He was seeing a blurred vision of a large man much like the biker.   He was coming at him and was hitting him as hard as he could.   Alexander couldn’t fight him off, he was simply too small and too weak.   His head started to throb as the memory of his mortal life became more and more painful and vivid.   Alexander gripped the sides of his head and backed away from the biker.   He closed his eyes and started to whisper, “Stop it! Go away!” over and over again.   The biker didn’t know what to think.   He was about to say something about Alexander being a crybaby or call him a faggot again, when the flashback suddenly ended.  
                              Alexander’s rage knew no bounds as he grabbed the biker by his leather vest and threw him back into the stall.   The biker’s head hit the back wall hard but not hard enough to kill him.   Alexander’s eyes turned a bright yellow and his fangs bared as he walked into the stall and closed the door.   He punched the biker a few more times in the head for good measure and then dug his fangs into the biker’s throat.   The biker started to scream, but Alexander held his mouth shut.   It only took a few moments for the man to be totally drained and dead.   Alexander placed the dead biker on the toilet and then opened the stall door and stepped out into the bathroom.   He wiped his mouth and felt The Rush take him.   His eyes rolled back in his head and he shivered from head to toe.   When it was over, he closed the stall door.   With a flick of his fingers, he heard the latch snap into the locked position.   It would be quite a while before anyone noticed that the guy was dead. Alexander stepped over to the sink and splashed his face with cold water.   He looked in the mirror and saw that the flesh tones had returned to his face.   He’d been extra pale before feeding.   He smiled at himself and walked out of the restroom.The two vampires led the women out of the bar.   They all walked and talked for several minutes.   They were able to convince the two women that they didn’t live too far