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Mike's POV

"Alice, What do you mean Vampire movement in North Dakota?"

"I mean what I said, they're moving through North Dakota, they're going through Fargo."

"Do you have any idea when or how?"

"No! It's kinda hard to keep watch over all vampires in the midwest." she said sounding frustrated.

"I'm sorry Alice."

"It's just very difficult." she said.

"Thank you Alice."

"Yeah yeah, Jasper will be out there in a couple days but not soon enough to help you stop them."

"How many?" I asked.

"Five, new borns."

"Five is a rather large group isn't it?" I asked.

"Yes it is... it worries me... please be careful Mike."

"I will. Take care Alice."

"You too Mike."

"Ironman" Jack Elzam's POV

"And you scoped out the area, this is the most remote place to take the five vampires down?" I asked "Red."

"Yes. Lowest population of people. There shouldn't be anyone within a mile radius." Psycho answered.

"That's a bit higher than our usual operations determinants but it will have to do."
"Wait... What's that?" I called pointed at the scanners. Two men was standing in the field. Right were we were going to attack the vampires.

"Hows sound coming?" I asked "Psycho"

"We'll have it in five seconds." he said. I watched as one said something to the other then one moving unnaturally fast.

"Vampires." Red said next to me.

Mike's POV

"Five inbound, just like Alice said." Adrian said next to me."

"Yes. But something isn't right here... I don't like it."

"We're going to slaughter our brothers and something doesn't feel right?" Adrian questioned. He didn't like my plan but I'd heard Bella's story... mercy to vampires was simply asking to be punished.

"They can walk away if they want, but they have to make that decision, immediately."

"We might as well not even talk, they are newborns, stupid... reckless... why are they traveling together? Why are they even newborns?" Adrian answered.

"I don't know... maybe that's whats bugging me about this." It was a brisk august night. I wore a navy hooded sweatshirt hood up with black leather gloves, black jeans, black socks and nondescript black shoes. I didn't want to be found. My long brown hair was tucked in to the back of my shirt and I kept the hood far enough in front of my face to cover most of my facial hair. In fact the only piece that really gave me away was the long sheathed blade I carried in my left hand. It could Identify me to a large number of Vampires but it was necessary. I could easily kill five newborns but without my "Sohi" I would be forced to make a scene. And that was the rule I couldn't break.

The five vampires approached. They didn't move dignified. They traveled as they were. Running like animals. They didn't know we were waiting for them.

"Adrian. I still don't feel right about this. Scout out ten miles behind them, make sure none of them veered off or that there aren't more of them." Adrian nodded and left quickly. He didn't want to slaughter "innocent" vampires.

I could understand where he came from... I really could but it didn't matter. James lived in Fargo and if these Vampires knew I didn't want them here they'd find out why. Then they'd hunt James down just to get at me. No... I wouldn't run that risk.

"I'm sorry my five visitors but Fargo is not to be... drank from." I said leaving subtly behind. The one on the far right laughed.

"You should have kept your friend here... Maybe we'll take you for a taste." I felt the wind pick up and blow in their direction.

"Ahhh another Vampire." The middle one said smiling.

"We didn't know we were among friends, we've traveled a very long time, we were looking forward to the tastes of Fargo." the middle one persisted.

"Like I said, Fargo is off limits, as is Minnesota."

"And one vampire is going to stop five new borns?" The one on the end laughed again.

"I gave you your chance to leave." I said unsheathing my weapon. The middle one looked down at it and his eyes widened.

"Th-tha-that sword..." he said looking at my sword.

"Th-th-the ring." he said noticing the ring on my hand.

"You are Temper from the Volturi." he said stepping back behind the other four who didn't understand their leaders fear.

"I beg your pardon Temper, we meant no harm, we'll go back to where we came." he said nearly begging.

"Fuck no we won't." the obnoxious one yelled.

"I'm sorry but leaving isn't an option." I ran my right finger down the edge of the blade making it glow with power.

"You should not have come." I said in final judgment. I relaxed and my body started to glow blue.

I charged at the group the obnoxious one was the first to step up I cut vertically through him cutting from his midsection to through the top of his skull. I sidestepped a charging vampire and with a smooth cut decapitated a second vampire. The next one I slashed from shoulder to bottom of ribs on the opposite side. I stomped through his head as fourth one caught my weapon slicing through his head above his ears.

The leader was running. I cleared the distance between us and stabbed through his shoulder in to his heart and out of his chest.

"P-p-please... Temper... I won't be trouble."

"I'm sorry but that's a risk I'm not willing to take." I said before lifting my hand and disintegrating his head.

I couldn't shake the feeling I had. Something was wrong... then I heard it. Footsteps. I honed in on it. A heartbeat too. I turned and saw him. I couldn't make very much out of him but I knew exactly who he was walking towards me with a Katana drawn.

"Very well done Temper." He said. I shook my head as I sheathed my Katana and attatched it to my back.

"Ironman" Jack Elzam's POV

"That energy blast... what was that?" I asked afraid of the answer. For the last two years I hadn't seen one but I knew exactly whose it was.

"I don't know." Hawkeye answered next to me. We watched as he cleaned his blade.

"That's Temper." Shinobi said before climbing out of the vehicle. I turned to see him but he was gone, and so was the prototype energy shield. Temper. The Vampire who traveled to Japan and learned from Guy's father. Guy hated him. He endangered his father, and knew exactly where he was. Guy moved with purpose towards Temper.

"You know exactly who that is." Red said next to me. He had facial hair. It didn't make sense, Vampire's hair stopped growing when they turned... but no one else had ever shown that kind of power. Guy had to make the same assessment but he still was walking to his death. Havik warned us about him years ago, but remembering what he could do I knew we still weren't ready to deal with him. Michael Iverson.

"Psycho, Tiny get in the Zealots, NOW!" I yelled.

"Get in a sniper perch." I said to Hawkeye as he grabbed the new sniper rifle custom made by Lincoln Krane. I grabbed two pistols and made my way to the exit.

"What about me?" Williams asked.

"Your expertise isn't good here, find out why the hell after two years Iverson is back, and why in Fargo."

"I can help!" she pressed.

"Damn it Red, look at it. None of us stand an even remote fucking chance in hell against him with close combat weapons, did you see what he did to those vampires without even breaking a sweat?"

"And you think you stand a chance against him?" She asked incredulously.

"Nope, but a much better one than you, We just need to buy time until the Zealots start up." over the comm I heard a crack sound followed by a calm voice.

"I'm in position, permission to fire." Hawkeye called.

"Permission granted, wait until Shinobi is clear."

Mike's POV

"I don't want to fight you Guy." I said in a neutral tone.

"You can't live. You know where my family is."

"I mean your family no harm." I answered.

"You're not afraid of me this time." Guy commented.

"Yes, and you should turn and walk away, I don't want to kill you."

"But those ones could die?" he said pointing to the smoldering pile of corpses.

"Yes, they endanger human lives."

"You endanger human lives." Guy countered. I shook my head.

"No I don't." I responded calmly. Guy didn't respond calmly. He charged at me. I unsheathed my weapon and blocked away his strike and pushed away his attack with both hands.

"Attacking an unarmed man in dishonorable." I stated.

"You're never disarmed." He yelled slashing at me from shoulder to hip. I blocked him again with both hands using technique taught to me by his father. I would wait for him to make a mistake in form and take advantage, not before, I wouldn't use my vampire strength and speed to overtake him.

He pressed his attack, striking from the left, I pushed his attack away. Every time I tried to take advantage of an opening he used it to his advantage pressing my defenses. He truly was the best student of his father. Even in his rage he was practiced and precise, he never lost patience. He was waiting for me to make a mistake as well.

He was moving in for a strike and I heard a gun blast from a distance. I opened myself up to sixth sense and felt the bullet coming in for me. I reached back with my weapon in my right hand and split the bullet in half behind my back. I watched as Guy took advantage of my momentary distraction and continued his slash aimed. They cheated, so will I.

I reached out with my left hand and caught his katana between my thumb and fingers before it could cut my hand. Guy redoubled his efforts but I held his blade at the end with my hand and tossed him over my shoulder by it. Guy charged again. I blocked away his blade with my arm keeping the cutting edge away from my body and slashed at his torso for the first time. My attack connected but didn't draw blood, it shredded easily through his clothing but stopped before his skin. He tried to strike again but I spun him to put him between the sniper and myself before squeezing his wrist hard enough that I heard a pop and he dropped his weapon. I ripped through his ragged clothing to see a vest with machine on the front. I placed my empty hand on it a blasted it with an energy blast frying it. I growled as I wrapped my fingers around his neck and brought his body down to my knee striking him hard enough to knock the wind out of him. He coughed.

Another bullet from the sniper rifle shot at me. I easily split it in half before charging at the sniper. He stood up and concealed his left hand I closed the distance between us. He struck with his left, I caught the wrist and squeezed until the combat knife released from his hand. I caught it and slipped slipped it in to my pocket. I slammed my forehead in to his and sliced clean through the barrel of his gun, then though weapon three more times. He got out of my grip and rolled away.

I heard a sound of running to my left. I turned as I heard gun blasts. I charged at the sound and blocked the bullets away with the side of my katana. The man was sprinting at me shooting two pistols at once, every shot would have hit my body. I jumped over him and he rolled shooting at me as I sailed through the air. I blocked away the bullets one after another. I landed softly on my feet as he reloaded one gun. I used the opening to close the distance between us again, then sliced this fully reloaded gun in half with my Katana. He stumbled backwards tripping. He tripped? That seems... odd. I thought as he regripped his single gun in both hands as his body dropped to the ground. That should be the empty one. I saw what he was doing but it was too late. He shot I moved as fast as I could but the bullet still grazed my ribs on the way out. I wrapped my empty hand around the barrel of the gun as he shot three more times I moved the barrel each time away from me. I lifted him by the gun and slammed in back on to the ground, he released it with his right hand but his left still held on, I pulled on him then snap kicked the inside of his forearm forcing him to let go. I put the gun in my opposite pocket and tried to ignore the pain in my side.

I heard a mechanical sound, like air being blown. I turned and saw two giant behemoth of machines. They needed to be nearly fifteen feet tall. The blonde I just disarmed laughed on the ground and coughed still not gaining his breath from me power bombing him. I snap kicked him in the face silencing him. I started to walk towards the two giant mechanical monsters.

The larger of the two lifted his left hand and a chain gun started spinning around the wrist.

"Psycho" Nate Schmidt's POV

"Wait till Ironman is clear." I called over the intercom.

"Negative Iverson is using Ironman as cover." Red said dripping with contempt.

"He isn't he's putting distance between him and Ironman."

"Ironman is down, orders Red?" I called.

"Kill him, he's too dangerous to let live."
"Are you sure Lieutenant?"

"Don't question my orders, kill him." she nearly screamed. Why is she the second in command? She's not anything like Elzam, he's calm and in control always. But orders were orders. Tiny lifted his arm and produced the chain gun out of his arm. I lifted my left arm to right activating my machine gun connection with both arms. Temper wasn't moving. He just sheathed his sword and dust swished around him. He opened his hands and he was covered in a cloud of dust, but it was circular, like it surrounded only him on purpose. We fired, blasting the cloud of dust with a barrage of bullets. I turned my lights bright against the cloud to check if he left the could of dust. I emptied my two hundred round clip and tiny ran his chain gun empty as well. The dust cloud slowly dissipated.

There. Standing untouched in a ball of pure energy was Iverson. His hand outstretched facing Tiny, as if asking him to stop. The energy surrounding him disappeared in a flash and the wind died. Silence, as if the air was taken out of the entire whole mile. The hum of our Zealots was the only sound, it was deafening compared to the screams of the weaponry fired. Weaponry... where's the bullets I examined the area around Iverson but there wasn't one bullet anywhere in front of him, behind him, or in him.

His face was painted calm. He slowly dropped his hand that seemed to give us a warning to stop. He closed his eyes In the calm I could see his chest raise and lower with breath. We were supposed to kill him but he had just done something with his powers and our entire clips didn't even touch him. We were ordered to kill him but we stopped short, if that didn't kill him what would.

I didn't recognize it. The feeling was so foreign to me. It was impossible. No one was that fast, that powerful. He didn't even try to avoid the blasts, he didn't deflect all of them with his sword... no... it was impossible. The feeling nagged at me and told me it was all true. He did all those things, and it was what was driving me to this sick sensation. Fear.

I pushed down my fear. No one is immortal. His eyes opened.

"My turn." he said quietly. He unsheathed his blade and held it in front of his face before running his fingers over it. As his fingers passed the blade it glowed. His free hand lifted and he pointed at Tiny's Zealot small blasts flew out of his finger then he aimed at me and fired. We had no time to react and at first I didn't know what he did... then all I could see was his weapon. He destroyed our lights.

I saw his face only because he held his blade near his face before charging Tiny. Tiny stepped backward grabbing his giant knife because his weapons were empty. He took a clumsy sweep at the glowing blade but he wasn't even close to the blade, much less Iverson. The glowing blade cut through the Zealot's blade wielding arm easily.

I willed my Zealot to moving towards him but I couldn't open fire for fear of killing Tiny. I loaded my gun as I charged.

Iverson's blade dug in to the front of the zealot's frame and cut up from bottom to top. He reached in and grabbed Tiny by the collar and ripped him out of the Zealot tossing him behind him. The blade lifted higher in to the air then an energy blast engulfed the entire Zealot illuminating the pitch black night. Once the light faded I realized there was nothing left of the Zealot. Not even ashes... just burnt grass. I raised my gun to him He threw his weapon at me I attempted to block it but the Zealot was too bulky The weapon lodged in to my right arm. I tried to fire but my arm wasn't working. I couldn't see a thing. Where the fuck is he!

Then I saw him. He was right on the front of my Zealot staring in at my eyes. I felt fear rip through me. He pulled his sword out of my Zealot's arm and cut the front of the Zealot off and grabbed my by the front of my shirt. He casually threw me behind him then blew up my Zealot just like Tiny's. He sheathed his weapon and disappeared in to the darkness.

"Is everyone okay?" I heard Red's voice.

"Yes..." Ironman responded. I ran over to Tiny who was standing over the only piece of either of our Zealots left, his mech's arm.

"How hot do you think you'd need burn to cut through steel like that, that easily..." Tiny said.

"I don't know... at least five thousand degrees..."

"Red" Lisa William's POV

"I know why Iverson is here." I said turning to face Commander Elzam. His face had a large red bruise on the side. It distracted me for a second. He noticed.

"Why is he here?"

"His younger brother is here."

"I thought his younger brother was in High school." the commander said reciting old facts.

"He's starting his freshmen year of college at NDSU, he's an Mechanical Engineering major.

"Interesting." the commander said.

"What's interesting?"

"I've got a plan."

Dracula's POV

"My great grandson seems to be finally attempting to take the world."

"It's not a farfetched idea if he was the oldest supernatural being sire." But he wasn't. He couldn't know that I still existed, he would have thought I dead as everyone else did. I grew tired of slaughtering upstart vampire after upstart vampire, the politics, I just wanted to be left alone and with those Volturi running the show, I was.

"He is a fool."

"And now that that wolf... Call I think his name was, killed the king of Lycans you are the only first generation supernatural." I laughed.

"Sire?" he asked wondering. I snickered at the idea.

"You think King Lycan let himself die to some shifter? Just because no one could kill him before doesn't mean death will take him."

"I beg your pardon Sire?"

"It's not important."

"Of course, Sire." he said bowing his head.

"What do you think of this Iverson?"

"I live only to serve you, I wouldn't impose my opinion on you."

"I asked for it." I repeated frustrated. Sometimes it was annoying having a servant for my only companion.

"He's nothing, he's a vampire of uninspired generation."

"You would judge all vampire's value by their vintage?" I asked.

"Of course, you and King Lycan are the only first Generations, Alucard and Lycan Kings son were the only second generations, Alucard's son was the only third Generation.." he said trailing off.

"You forgot yourself."

"Sire, I am nothing but a servant."

"And the only Vampire I ever turned. You are a second generation."

"Of course Sire."

"And my great grandson is the first generation half mortal."

"Yes Sire, and all other vampires are little more than nuisances."

"Yes... I used to believe that too but there have been many great nuisances."

"Whom, if I may be so bold to ask Sire."

"Felix. He was the first who intrigued me. Enough to spare his life, but this one... Iverson... he may also play a large role in the future."

"Of course, Sire."

"I want you to go to him, test him, report back to me."

"Of course."

"I think you'll find him to be of a greater stock."

"Of course Lord Dracula."

"Go Andrei, test young Iverson."

So yeah, today is my birthday, and I've finished a chapter to post to you. So happy my birthday to you? Thanks for the support, this book is going to jump around a lot so you might not see certain characters one chapter then their stories will happen the next one, for instance, Embry's Chapter is next chapter and I think Mike won't be in the next chapter. Don't know yet. And don't get used to these really long chapters, I think this is twice the normal chapter length I do but I couldn't get everything in I wanted in a different way and I didn't want to split it up. So remember to give high fives, knucks, reviews, and rolls of twenty dollar bills, Catch you on the flipside.