The Mafia Old Folks Home
Old Mobsters don't die, they get fat and move to Chicago

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North Shore Import/Export 

That's right. Big Bad's back and lookin' for a little death. Pick my pockets and I will know your blood. I will make your neck my chalice, and drink deep.

We like to talk big, vampires do. "I'm going to destroy the world." Its just tough-guy talk. Struttin' round with your friends over a pint of blood. The truth is, I like this world. You've got dog racing, Manchester United, and you've got people... billions of people walking around like Happy Meals with legs. It's all right here. But then, someone comes along with a vision. With a real... passion for destruction. Angel could pull it off. Goodbye Piccadilly, farewell Leicester-bloody-Square. You know what I'm saying?

Every day you wake up, it's the same bloody question that haunts you: Is today the day I die? Death is on your heels, baby, and sooner or later it's gonna catch you. And part of you wants it ... not only to stop the fear and uncertainty, but because you're just a little bit in love with it. Death is your art. You make it with your hands, day after day. That final gasp ... that look of peace. Part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. Sooner or later, you're gonna want it. And the second -- the second -- that happens ... (claps his hands together inches from your face) You know I'll be there. I'll slip in ... have myself a real good day. 

You won. All right? You came in and you killed them and you took their land. That's what conquering nations do. It's what Caesar did, and he's not going around saying, "I came, I conquered, I felt really bad about it." The history of the world isn't people making friends. You had better weapons, and you massacred them. End of story. 

What the bleedin' hell is wrong with you bloody women?! What the hell does it take?! Why do you bitches torture me?!

The Ultimate VAMPIRE bad ass

Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children.