Baby Vandin stands in his crib, is wearing his father's maroon Parachute beret, and a T-Shirt saying "I'm a Para" on it.

Two-year-old Vandin, doing a sidekick. His Mother has drawn an outline upon the wall using chalk.

Vandin as a child, he is wearing a camouflage army combat uniform, and carrying an assault rifle. He stands with his zombie looking Dad.

Vandin now a young adult and already a Sergeant Major with at least sixteen years of service, shown by gold bands on his sleeve. He wears his smart dark blue Skeptarian Royal Marines Commando uniform handsomely, and proud.

As far as I know, I'm from the planet "Skeptar," I grew up in Glesga, typically known as "No Mean City." Life expectancy is not so high. It's a shit hole filled with fucking cunts, bums, junkies, and other undesirables.

I look different from the rest of them, well every other cunt on the planet. I was born with a rare genetic condition classed as "Human." Something I knew nothing about until I was older.

Arseholes used to take the piss, calling me a dirty human bastard n that, so I got into a lot of fights.

Anyways, I pretty much followed my Dad, ended up in the Marines, but my dad had neglected to teach me any social skills, and well...

Vandin is shown on CCTV ripping off an anti-military protester's head, then booting it down the street. He rams his fist through the chest of another guy that was throwing a bag of shit. He is jumped by some more protesters but fights his way through, then struts off, leaving a mass of corpses.

The marines expected me to be behaving like some kind of gentleman, maybe I should have joined the paras instead.

Vandin smashes his head into another protester's face, as he heads down the street.

The Skeptarian Orient was another story.

Several years ago.

Vandin in the center of a massive Colosseum, easily five times the size of a football field. Big ass screens are spread throughout, and he appeared on several of them. The crowd roared, and it could be heard for miles as two hundred thousand fans cheered, and romp madly, like their on drugs. Females even throw their wet panties towards Vandin.

The Colosseum has three styles of architecture. One theme is a mix of Roman, medieval, and Christian representing the army of the "Invictus Dominae."

Another section has a kind of oriental look, such as; Chinese and Japanese, representing the Gladiators from the "Ming."

The final central overall theme is Skeptarian, which has large matt black pillars, with huge Dragon looking creatures on them.

Vandin causally drunk a carton of chocolate milk through a little straw and had a slice of pepperoni pizza. On his side, strapped, was a diamond headed mace with the words "Skull Crusher" engraved.

He also carried a rhombus-shaped shield that lays next to him. The shield has razor-sharp edges, and a ten-inch spike sticking out the center. It is also covered in dents and scrapes.

He wore a Skeptarian marine combat power-armored uniform, dark green camo in a DPM camouflage. He looked pretty much like a nineteen-eighties Falklands war Royal Marine, except the mustache, Vandin preferred a clean-shaven face, well, sometimes a little stubble sometimes, for the ladies.

He also wore a knee-length camo cape, that blew in the light wind.

On his belt, attached was a circular frisbee weapon.

Vandin wore a respirator styled helmet that covered his face, it had a nightmarish WW1 look about it.

His uniform has various military and gladiatorial insignia sawed upon it representing awards, and achievements.

The crowd was roaring Angelus Mortis over, and over.

Large doors opened from the opposite side of the arena, a large shadow appeared from within. Dust blew out, then slowly emerged a horrific-looking warrior. A deadly armored knight dressed in dark red armor with black lining. He bore two nasty looking meat cleavers.

His helmet was designed like a Dragonhead. Sharp spikes and bladed tips covered various parts of his armor. He marched forward slowly, looking at Vandin.

What probably stood out the most though, was the knights necklace, it was made out of people's tongues.

A few of the audience started throwing big grandfather shit-stained briefs towards him. Then the knight looked at the crowd.

They suddenly became quiet as they nervously gazed upon Sanguis Dominus, the Blood Lord, a High Lord, and champion of the Vampirus, the renowned ancient vampire Black Templar clan.

Vandin stood casually, slurping his milk "oh that's the good stuff...burb"and enjoying his pizza. He didn't even look at Sanguis Dominus.

Quite fancy fashion design, or oil painting. Nah opera singing, aye, think I'll try that said Vandin to himself.

Sanguis Dominus stopped ten feet from Vandin, staring at him.

Angelus Mortis, even the Angel of Death must cease to be. I will extinguish your light, it will be an honor to finally fight an opponent worthy enough to feel my, but just then Vandin cuts him off.

"Look pal, you sound like a total big vagina. I've not got all day, I'm choking for a few pints. My knees are sore, my feet are sore, my back's sore. So if you can shut the fuck up and fight me, I'd be much obliged."

Sanguis Dominus hesitated for a second, clearly shocked by the words and attitude of Vandin.

Look, I'll tell you what, I'll give you the first strike. I promise you can go first. Come on, give me your best shot.

Just then, the vampire champion moved at deadly speed, swinging his deadly meat cleavers, but Vandin rolled forward, burst up into the air, cracking his mace off the vampire's helmet, making Sanguis stumble.

Vandin swung again on his way down, smacking it into the vampire's knees, knocking him over. He then lefts hooks, punching straight into his face, then batters his boot into the vampire's chest knocking him over.

The vampire laid. "Clown" says Vandin to himself. Now how to crack that bloody armor, no need for the clusmsly shield."

Vandin burst forward, throwing his circular frisbee blade, but the vampire smashed it away with his cleaver. Vandin then jumped forward, mace raised, but bang received the vampire's uppercut. Vandin, went flying backward, then landed hard onto the arena sand.

Oh, my back Vandin said to himself. Bloody marines, having to carry a house on my back all the time, it definitely is not good for the body. Non-service-related injuries they say, what a lot of shite.

He got up, and so did Sanguis. The two champions circled each other, then burst into action. They both struck at lighting speed, slashing, swinging and punching. Vandin bounced up and rammed his head into the vampires, then managed to swing around the vampire's throat and held on, chocking him.

Vandin squeezed, but the knight went into vampire rate, faster than a bullet, and then jumped fifty feet upward.

Vandin's grip loosened and he spun off, though in a split second he tossed his circular blade at the floor, which bounced and came straight back. He grabbed it a second before landing. The power of catching it brought him to a gentle landing.

Vandin readied himself as the vampire moved at supersonic speed circling him. Dust and sand floated everywhere.

Faster, stronger, dumber. The blur shot towards him, then Vandin suddenly tossed his cape towards Sanguis. The blur came to a sudden halt, his cleaver pierced through the cape, but Vandin was gone.

The vampire turned, only to receive the full force of Vandins mace smashing against his helm, then another strike which knocked the vampire champion's helmet off.

Sanguis Dominus looked up only to be greeted by a nasty boot in the face.

Vandin then raised his mace but the vampire looked at him with a look of sorrow. His face visibly changed since the days when he was once a noble knight. Now he looked like a dragon, his skin, dark green and scaly, with shark-like teeth, a curse placed upon him a millennia ago by a Death witch.

Vandin's eyes narrowed, then he lowered his weapon and reached out his hand. Good fight wee man he said to Sanguis Dominus.

Sanguis Dominus hesitated, then took Vandin's hand, and stood up. The vampire raised Vandin's arm up. Good fight Sur he said, then the crowd roared and cheered.

He then looked at Vandin; I believe I'm in need of a pint too he said.

Aye awright then, but don't be drinking any of that blood shite replied Vandin.

Sanguis Dominus smiled, my friends call me Sabretooth.

Vandin, well come on then, cold beers are not going to drink themselves replied Vandin.

I prefer hot beers now, but ok replied Sanguis.

The two marched off towards the nearest pub.

And that's how I meet one of my best mates, Sabretooth.