He hated everything about the pair standing before him. Being with Leeloo had confirmed the ideal path in his mind and he would not stray from it. Destiny or not. Eric loathed every part of what he had become by joining with Macklyn. That person wasn't him...that creature. That monster.
Eric stepped forward, putting a bit of distance between himself and the birds behind him. He took only a few steps forward, though, before he stopped.
"You used to stand for something, Eric. What have you done to us? What have you become?" Eric set his gaze on the hybrid whom only offered a tilt of the head in response. Confusion. It figured. "You've allowed Macklyn to blind you. You're supposed to be the strongest out of the pair of us and yet all I've seen from you displays every aspect of weakness. What do you stand for? Nothing. We used to be a symbol of fear, now look at us. You've made us a failure. You could have had Leeloo a long time ago if you had only taken what you'd wanted. Peter wouldn't have stood a chance. You're a coward."
The hybrid's eyes widened.
What are you doing? the bird asked.
Be quiet. It was all Eric could say.
"This ends now."
His hands moved around to his back, and with a quick motion the flap of his shirt came up to reveal the handguns stashed in the waistband of his pants. He withdrew them in a quick motion. He wouldn't give either vampire time to react. He had to be quick because they would kill him when they got the chance. Eric knew the risk of walking into this meeting with fire, but fire it would be.
Not needing to look, Eric lifted a gun and held it up, aiming behind himself. He fired a single shot and received only a surprised caw in response.
Bran struggled, wings flapping earnestly as it tried hard to balance itself. Cawing, the black bird tumbled from the chimney and hit the concrete hard.
Then Eric brought both guns up and aimed using the sights from both the guns and the bird behind him. In a whisper of the wind he unloaded both clips into the hybrid and watched the blood pour out of the wounds. The guns in his hands were hot and smoking.