Every day was torture for Azlo. After he had given Azlo the bread and the water, the man had convinced himself that Azlo "Owed him". So he used Azlo for entertainment. What was most entertaining to him? Torture. But even though he tortured him extensively, Azlo still called the man his father in his mind. This wasn't out of love for the man, but more so out of desperation for a parental connection, which he had never had in his life. At the start of these horrible things happening, he did not scream, but on those rare occasions when he did scream, he saw that his father took joy from them. So he screamed more out of an effort to please his father and to perhaps limit his suffering. But the screams only seemed to further encourage Azlo's torture. At some points, the father would get bored and leave Azlo alone for days on end without food or water, but though he suffered in these times, Azlo did consider it somewhat of a break. Sometimes he'd hear yelling and shouting upstairs, but he ignored it. At one point, he heard lighter footsteps come down the stairs, and those footsteps belonged to a boy about his age. "Please help me," Azlo cried out. The boy kicked him, "shut up monster," the boy said maliciously. Then the father came down and picked the boy up gently and took him upstairs. "Don't come down here again, Angelo." He was so gentle with him. "Why isn't he gentle with me?" Azlo wondered. The boy seemed no different than him, I mean, maybe Angelo was biologically related, and that's why he got such special treatment. This cycle of torture continued until he was 14, though his resources were short and he spent the majority of his life in pain, he still grew. He grew tall but extremely skinny. You could see his bones through his skin, and any time he breathed, you could see his lungs. He was so sickly, but his father didn't seem to care. One day, after Azlo was done being tortured, he heard his father take a phone call. It was common and seemingly inconsequential until his father said something about Angelo's "biological parents". Which gave Azlo pause, as he had thought such cruelty towards him was because he wasn't related to his father. He believed his father did not have the capacity to love someone he wasn't related to. But this wasn't true. Father did have the capacity for love for an adopted child. This filled Azlo with such sadness that he spoke for the first time since he had first arrived at the house, "Why me? Why do you do this to me? Why don't you love me?" but his father didn't even look at him before walking away. Azlo cried for help for the first time in his life.
That night, he heard footsteps come down the stairwell yet again, but these were different. The person who came down was a woman. She had black hair, and she wore tights on her whole body. As she got closer to his cage, she leaned down. "I can smell it. I can smell your hatred. And it's not just any kind of hatred. It's misanthropic hate, a hatred of humanity. Truly interesting." She said before putting her finger on her lips. Allow's first thought was of her beauty. "What if." She paused for a moment, "You could kill these people who have wronged you, so?" A glimmer of hope shone in Azlo's eyes. "Yes. That's exactly what you want, isn't it? She then reached over and grabbed Azlo through the bars and bit his neck. "There." She said as Azlo collapsed. He seized and passed out on the floor. When he woke up, she was gone. Azlo then noticed his tumultuous hunger. He jumped up and, for some reason, tried to bend and pry the metal bars open, but for some reason, it worked. He got through them. He then slaughtered his 'father', his 'mother', and Angelo.
The vampire's mind was brought back to the fight at hand. Outside of Jeffers' house. They continued to fight, but it seemed as the fight raged, the tide became more and more built for Daniel. Not only because of Daniel's rapidly increasing physical and mental aptitude, but also because of the vampire's rapidly breaking spirit. The speed of Daniel's attacks increased with each swing as his confidence built at the same rate. Daniel then kicked the vampire in the head, sending him to the floor. The vampire couldn't believe that he was losing to someone he thought was just a human. But then he breathed in through his nose and noticed a faint scent. While the scent was faint, he realized exactly what it was and knew that he stood no chance. The vampire knew he was going to lose, though he did wonder how Daniel would do against his contemporaries. Eventually, Daniel tripped the vampire as he took a backstep and lodged his makeshift wooden stake straight into his heart. They both breathed heavily and relaxed backwards, knowing it was over. "Th-thank you," the vampire said, his voice took Daniel by surprise about as much as his words, "Thank you for freeing me from my hate." For some reason, these words brought tears to Daniel's eyes. The vampire smiled as he turned to ash, and his ashes flowed upwards toward the moon. Daniel stood up, breathing heavily and moderately sweating. Jeffers then poked his head out the front door, "Is it dead yet?" Daniel stood there and looked up to the sky and said, "he's been dead for a long time now." Jeffers sighed before spewing out, "I mean, I guess on a technicality, he's undead, but I was asking if there was still a blood-sucking vampire out here that wanted to kill us." Daniel chuckled, "I hate you," he said jokingly. Daniel then looked at his phone, "Oh shit, it's 1 am. I should be heading home." Daniel then turned to Jeffers, "See you tomorrow!"