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Yay, new chapter! Action scenes finally start!

Everyone say thank you to avatarjk137 for writing the action. I know it may seem like I'm not writing much anymore, since he does so much of the fighting (by so much I mean, like, ninety percent of it so far) but when chapter four's action scenes come, I promise I wrote almost all of it (chapter three will be more angst than action).


"You all have motorcycles now? What fun!" Pete commented.

"For which side?" Sorel asked before mounting his bike.

Sorel signaled to his group, and they all raged on towards Pete, Patrick, Joe, and Andrew, making tons of noise as they went.

"CRAP, look how many there are!" Joe said.

"Yeah, but how many can fight?" Patrick took a few garlic grenades and tossed them at one section of the wave of vampires. Only a couple got knocked down and writhed on the ground.

"That was cool!" Joe said. "But it didn't get many! Use more!" Patrick reached for his pocket for more. But before his hand could make much progress, a sharp needle was shot directly into his right hand.

"OUCH! DAMMIT! I'm a right-handed person!" Patrick used his left hand to pull the needle out. Upon this moment, however, he found another needle shot into his inner left elbow. Another stuck out of his calve and then another unpleasant little needle was shot in his right shoulder.

A blue-haired teenage girl stepped out from the crowd, off her motorcycle. "You're lucky my aim is bad today." She jumped off a couple of other soldiers' bikes and in front of the crowd. She kept her eye on Patrick. "How about we see which is better… my aim or your gadgets?"

"You're on!" Patrick pulled out a couple of other needles and took one of the crossbows off his back.

"Mind if I cut in first?" Andrew swung at the girl with his rapier, but was blocked by the blond girl, who had a rapier similar to his.

"Oh! Look! Another rapier!" Andrew actually looked pretty excited at the prospect of another rapier-wielder to battle.

"And me!" The dark-haired soldier who accompanied the blond girl had one by his side as well.

"This is SO COOL!" Andrew was elated.

Joe sighed. "You're weird…." He looked around. "I guess there's plenty of interesting people for me and Pete to fight with. Isn't that right, Pete?"

Pete ignored him and was already charging the officer with the black leather jacket, mustache, and dark jeans.

"Fine! Who needs you? I'll find other people to fight!" Joe looked at the crowd of vampires. "Hey, wait…" He had a look of realization, which then mixed with anger. "Why do you guys get to engage in fancy duels and stuff and I have ALL THESE PEOPLE to take care of?!" The others didn't pay him any attention. Andrew and Pete were already heavily into their battles, and Patrick seemed to be thinking of a strategy.

"Oh, joy…" Joe cracked his knuckles.

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Patrick turned his crossbow sideways, using it as a shield. Six needles landed in the wood frame. He grabbed them, and pulled them out before firing a crossbow bolt. The girl threw another needle at it, hoping to deflect it; however, the stake Patrick launched from the crossbow was much heavier than the needle, so it only changed course a little, and pinned the biker-vampire's loose sleeve to the tree she was using as cover. Patrick shot another stake, and the girl screamed in pain as a stake caught her in the leg. She fell down on one knee, but threw a bunch of daggers as Patrick looked down to load another shot.

Patrick tried to use his crossbow as a shield again, but a knife grazed his shoulder. Also, the knives were stronger than the needles, and the crossbow broke in half.

"That's great," Patrick said as he grabbed another weapon from his backpack, "just great. I only have one more of those!" He turned to shoot some nameless approaching henchman with the electric-net gun he had just pulled out. The henchman hissed in pain as he fell to the pavement, smoking.

Patrick turned back to the girl, but she had pulled herself free from the tree, gotten to her bike, and started it. Patrick fumbled with his net gun, but it had jammed again. He looked up and stood like a deer in (literal) headlights as she accelerated towards him. Suddenly, he tossed the gun at her, knocking her off the bike she hadn't even bothered to fully pull herself onto. However, the bike kept going and slammed Patrick in the chest, knocking him down. "Ow…" he gasped.

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"Would some help be too much?!" Andrew yelled at nobody in particular, fighting off two vampires with rapiers. One would thrust forward, clang weapons with Andrew a few times, then back off while the other advanced. It was a good tactic: Andrew was quickly tiring out, while the two vampires only warmed up. Suddenly, Andrew deviated from his normal style by grabbing the sword-hand wrist of the girl, who was currently fighting him. He turned and slashed at the guy, keeping him at bay, and kneed the girl in the jaw. He then jumped backward from a strong horizontal thrust from the guy, but wasn't quite quick enough. The sword's tip sliced a few hairs from his head, and made a skin-deep cut on his forehead.

Also, he had jumped directly into the girl he had kneed, and now she was punching and kicking him in the head and chest. "GET OFF!" Andrew obligingly rolled off, and blocked another downward slash from the guy. He saw the girl coming, and parried her attack, knocking her back off-balance, and slashed toward the guy as hard as he could. The guy blocked instead of dodging, and was rewarded for his effort by his sword breaking under the pressure. He yelled in frustration and pain as his rapier's shards peppered his face. Andrew then turned and blocked another attack from the girl, but she was ready for this and also was ready with a kick in the balls.

"UGH-H-H!" Andrew fell over, clutching his damaged nuts. The two vampires stood over him. The girl's face was triumphant. The guy's face, which contained bits of his own rapier, was more angry and enraged. "I guess neither of you will be helping me up?" Andrew squeaked.

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"Do you really think you have a chance against me?" Pete asked. "I beat The Baron, you know."

"Big deal. I'm stronger, faster, and taller than you. I could've beaten The Baron, and I'll certainly beat you."

Pete scowled. "You think you're so special?" He ran toward the arrogant vampire, and threw a punch. His opponent blocked, but Pete uppercut him in the jaw with his other hand. His mustachioed foe went sailing into the air, but flipped and landed on his feet.

"Yeah, I do think I'm special." Pete charged him again, this time jumping into a drop kick. The other vampire let himself fall backwards, dropping under the kick. As Pete flew over him, the vampire punched him in the upper back. Pete spun from the blow and landed hard on his face.

"You're pretty cocky." Pete let his opponent charge this time, and kicked high when he was in range. The vampire caught Pete's foot, which is just what Pete was hoping for. Pete hopped his other foot up and scissor-kicked the vampire to the ground. What he wasn't expecting was his vampiric opponent to have the presence of mind to still hold onto Pete's leg. The vampire got up on one knee and swung Pete into a mailbox by his leg. Pete swore as he got back up. "Actually, you are a nice challenge."

"Thanks. I'm Brandon. Remember the name, for it will be the name of the guy who brings you down!"

Pete grinned. "Why? Do you know another Brandon?"

"Don't insult me. I'm the BEST!" Brandon pulled out a pair of nunchaku, and whirled it around like a master martial artist. He then lunged forward with them. Pete grabbed one end of the 'chucks and yanked, snapping the chain.

"Nunchucks? Seriously…"

"You… you broke them." Brandon looked at his half of the nunchaku sadly, then bashed Pete over the head with it.

"OW! What the hell?" Pete punched Brandon in the jaw, then slammed his shoulder into his chest. Brandon was knocked onto his back, but kicked the advancing Pete in the gut and leaped to his feet. He tried a jump-kick, but Pete sidestepped and elbowed his chest. Brandon rolled away from Pete and ran to his motorcycle.

"Alright, I'm ready to finish this!" Brandon looked like he was ready to ram Pete. He accelerated forward, but Pete jumped out of the way, then kicked back toward the spot where he had been. He would have hit Brandon, but the biker vampire had sped up even more, and Pete's foot got caught in the back wheel. "I'm going to drag you down the road and give you to Sorel, Pete!" Brandon floored the motor, laughing, and Pete got dragged along.

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Joe kicked a biker in the gut, causing him to double over in pain, and snapped his neck. Then he used the limp biker as a shield, protecting him from punches, kicks, and knife stabs from several other bikers. He threw the severely wounded vampire into the others, then drew a stake and stabbed at one coming up on his side. Surprisingly, he dodged and the stake only tore his leather jacket. The vampire then kicked Joe into a Yield sign. Sorel was sitting on a bench nearby, drinking beer and eating Milk Duds. "I thought you were supposed to be tough, Joe. You did beat Livington. But my nameless henchmen are doing pretty well against you."

"Your nameless henchmen are pretty tough, compared to most of the Dandies." Joe threw a smoke bomb into a crowd of the bikers, and began hurling stakes into the crowd at random. "I can take them, though."

"You really can't take us," Sorel said. He waved his hand, and his sword floated into the air, began spinning rapidly, and whizzed toward Joe. Joe ducked, but the Yield sign was sawed in half and hit him on the head. Joe grabbed the sign, beat back a few biker vampires, and rolled out of the way of the sword, which had come back for another pass. "We are The Barons!" Sorel announced.

Brandon drove over to Sorel. "Hey, boss, it followed me home. Can I keep it?"

Sorel looked at Pete, who was angry and dazed from being dragged down the street. "Okay, but I think it needs to be taken once more around the block."

"Sure thing!" Brandon began to drive off again.

Joe swept a biker off her feet with the Yield sign. "Hi, Pete! Need some help?"

"Please!" Pete smacked his head on a speed bump, which Brandon had taken in a wheelie.

"Okiedokie!" Joe threw the street sign. It slammed into the motorcycle, knocking it over and throwing both Pete and Brandon clear. "Good thing I took javelin throwing in high school!"

Sorel looked at Pete, who had gotten up and limped over to Joe. "This is getting old… and I'm out of Milk Duds. Barons, kill them!"


Sorel sure does like his Milk Duds. I like Biker Sorel better than Dandy Sorel.

Three cheers for Blatant Band Placement. Ego cookie to anyone who can guess who "Brandon" is. Come on, fights with Pete? Taller than Pete? New moustache? (Super exaggerated in my fic, but still present) ego?

Sorry about the paragraph placement in Patrick's scene. It didn't normally indent at all, then it came in the document manager and was all bunched up, then I had to indent at the last minute, and bla bla bla bla...

Oh, and Joe won't be fighting nameless henchmen forever. He'll get someone real for fighting.