Vlad finished pushing out his last set on the bench press slamming the bar down and letting out a small â€œwooâ€ sitting up and slapping his friends hand â€œyes boy 220 kilo, doneâ€ he let out with a small laugh as he saw the look on his friend part disbelief part admiration, the friend shook his head and said â€œdamn man, your a bloody monster, look at you you look like you'd beat the hulk inâ€.<br/><br/>Vlad let out a small chuckle before looking himself in the mirror, he was wearing his normal gym clothes tight tank top and a pair of trackies, his black normally spiked hair was slightly fluffy from the sweat, looking at himself but finding it hard to focus, that face, the face he always saw every time he let his mind wander, the face that filled him with anger yet he found the stranger attractive at the same time.<br/><br/>â€œyo john, I'm done, I'm heading homeâ€ Vlad said trowing the locker key to him, â€œdo me a favor, grab my shit, us poor people don't have the luxury of a carâ€ said Vlad looking towards John, â€œawe man, you promised beers after, I swear it better not be you imaginary face messing up my plans againâ€ said John with a small scowl â€œyou know what man, tomorrow whole night on meâ€ Vlad didn't wait for a replay instead he grabbed his hoodie slid it over his head and pulled the Gym door open and walked into reception.<br/><br/>Vlad waved bye to the receptionist who blew kisses at him he ignored her<span style="font-style: italic">psycho bitch</span>he thought to himself pulling up his hood he took in a deep breath and started to jog home<span style="font-style: italic"> damn I need a car or something</span>. After a few minutes Vlad reached his front door pulling his keys out of his zip pocket he opened the door and pulled off the hoodie.<br/><br/>Vlad stooped down and grabbed the mail<span style="font-style: italic"> all bills, surprise surprise </span>he simply tossed them in the bin and walked up stairs towards his bathroom, sliding his hand threw the shower curtain and flipping it on he quickly pulled his hand back as the cold water hit his skin.<br/><br/>Pulling off his tank top and pants he felt the now warm water and stepped inside closing his eyes and seeing her face again, this time he didn't shut the face out he studied the face, every aspect of it, every detail he could, trying to think how he knew her or why she haunted him.<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Vlad stood there in the cold strapping the new â€œfull proof Armour onâ€ looking over toward the black smith he who looked fearfully back â€œ I swear if this thing isn't better than the last shit you gave me I'll wrap it round your skullâ€ he said his long jet black hair billowing in the wind, he quickly pulled on his helmet picked up his blunt sparring sword.<br/><br/>Vlad lifted the large sword and pointed at three young men â€œyou, you and youâ€ you'll be my sparring partnersâ€ Vlad shouted across the small field at them two of the guys went pale one actually pissed himself.<br/><br/>Vlad looked at the youth who was now shaking â€œyou boyâ€ he said to the youth who had wet himself â€œhow old are you go back to mama's tit, your not ready for war, you two will have to doâ€, the youth quickly sprinted away with a strange look of pleasure on his face Vlad let out a distasteful noise and spat on the ground, â€œfine you two will doâ€ the two lads puled on there helmets and drew there sparring swords.<br/><br/>They quickly got to it the lads tried to flank him but he batted there sword aside then grabbed one by the trout and put his sword under the other neck, â€œtry harderâ€ Vlad threw the other back and lowered his sword from the others neck.  The sparring restarted one managed to parry one of his blows and the other came in over head, Vlad lifted his sword but felt the Armour restrict his arm and stop short, he quickly stepped back seeing the sword fly down were his head once was , he quick span on the spot taking the first lads legs out and elbowing the other in the face with his sword hand before beating the youth down with two blows on the right shoulder.<br/><br/>â€œboys that was good team work, stick together and you'll do fine in battleâ€ he said threw gritted teeth after he had finished his little praise speech he tore of the chest plate and tossed it and the sword at the blacksmith, the chest piece hit the blacksmith with a clang and the man fell to the floor, the sword narrowly missing him and burring itself in a near by tree.<br/><br/>Vlad stood over the semi conscious blacksmith â€œyou on the other hand your a useless excuse of a black smith you suck at what you supposedly doâ€ the black smith winced at the words before mumbling an apology, Vlad made a tsk noise at the back of his trout before saying â€œwell, its just your so big my lord its hard to keep your armor light weight and mobile at the same timeâ€.<br/><br/>Vlad looked at him â€œlook the armor is good just use multiple joints on the shoulderâ€ the black smith started to talk but Vlad silenced him with a hand â€œI know it will lower the armors effectiveness, but if I cant shield my head then ill die any way you twat, in fact remove the arms on the armor I only wear the damn thing as the general demands it, but honestly, he can fuck off as well I win wars that's all he needs of meâ€.<br/><br/>Vlad strode off leaving the Black smith on the floor quickly making it back to his small hut in the village he walked in and flopped on the bed roll. Vlad lay there he was a berserk fighter his kind didn't wear armor the reveled in blood shed, in war, in Battle he was the strongest warrior the army had undefeated in battle, feared by all men who knew him or even his name, Vlad the unstoppable  or Vlad the unkillable, the rumor was no matter how many times he was ct he would still fight.<br/><br/><br/>Vlad lay there letting his mind wander and there was that face, the face he always saw that woman with that little smirk like she would be the first to defeat him, he let out a small growl and punched an near but stool causing it to shatter, this only made him angrier. A small knock sounded on his door, Vlad stood up and opened it â€œwhatâ€ he said his anger getting the better of him, the messenger stammered over his word holding out a small letter, Vlad took the letter and slammed the door in the boys face, thinking better of it he reopened it and handed the boy three gold coins, a small fortune to a lad like that.<br/><br/>Vlad stepped inside and opened the sealed note that read:<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Dear Vlad <br/><br/>                      I understand, that you have shown distaste to my ORDER to wear armor in MY army, if you wish to dis obey my orders then you can leave, if I hear of this again I will be forced to act.<br/><br/>Regards Honorable General Johnathon III </span><br/><br/><br/>Vlad crushed the note and stormed out the hut and to the generals much larger hut and booted the door down, â€œyou high and mighty bastardâ€ he shouted across the room â€œyou honestly believe, if I were to leave this army the mens morally wouldn't pulmit, like a rock in a riverâ€ he said storming towards the general who shrank slightly in his seat. Vlad didn't let him finish, â€œI win wars I kill all in may path, that is all you may ask of me, I lead your men into battles most would run from and win, you dare tell me how to fight and you'll feel my sword first handâ€.<br/><br/>Vlad stormed out the room heading back to his hut and closing the door behind him laying back down and starring at the girls face once more letting out a small tut at the arrogance of that man.