"Father Remington!? Your alive?" Heinkel said genuinely surprised.

"It appears so. Now the question is. How much do you know?" Replied Father Remington with a smile.

Heinkel was slightly surprised at this turn of events but extremely gladdened as well. What they were dealing with was something that at least couldn't kill four highly trained Iscariot members.

"Not a lot. But I would appreciate it if you filled me in." Heinkel said as he sat down at the kitchen table.

Father Remington sat down as well and brought Heinkel up to date with their situation.

They were up against sorcerers. That much was true. They couldn't send a message to the Vatican because as funny as this sounds they were cursed. But they were at a near breaking point in removing the curse. Then after Heinkel had his most pressing questions answered he looked over to the man he saw when he first entered.

He was 6'3 ripped with blond hair cut into a drill sergeant look. He had rectangular rimless glasses. He wore the standard Iscariot robes except his had a hood on it and his cross seemed to be larger than the average Iscariot issued one. He also had a burned in impression of a cross on his forehead. Heinkel liked the look of this man. He appeared to be able to hold his own in a fight.

Resting his feet on the table Heinkel leaned back on the chair and asked.

"So? What's your story in this Father…?

"Lighterman." he responded in a deep voice. "About the same as Red's really. I was told an Iscariot member needed help and I was to be it. Little did I know what was really going on. Little did any of us know."

While he spoke he did things with his hands. Clenched them, touched his cross, cleaned his glasses, and balled them into fists. Heinkel knew that this was a person who like to be doing things and staying in this house while vampires roamed the streets was not one of them.

After Father Lighterman was done speaking he said. "Waite a second. Red? The other Iscariot is alive?"

Father Remington was about to respond until a short 4'3 to be exact girl walked into the room entering from the outside. She was holding to bags of groceries and was completely stained in blood.

"Yes. Red is alive and…well. I think. What happened to you sister?" Father Remington asked.

"Oh nothing. Just a brief encounter with some vampires no big deal." She said in an innocent childlike voice. Then smiling and holding up the two brown paper bags she said. "Oh and on the bright side of news I have what we need for the blessing."

Heinkel could not have thought of a stranger looking person right now. She was pale with a few freckles on her face and wore a catholic school girl uniform with a light blue plaid skirt, long white socks and a white dress shirt and red neck tie under a white low cut vest so that only the top 4 inches of the tie could be seen with a light blue plaid hair band on her head with the red locks falling down behind it and school girl black shoes from the 40s as well as a blood red backpack with cloth stitched angel wings extending from the sides and of course the signature cross necklace that marked her as an Iscariot.

Heinkel pulled out another cigarette from his supply and lit it. While the girl seemed to watch the flame from his lighter intently as soon as it flipped off she grabbed his cigarette and crushed it beneath her shoe.

She said to him. "Don't you know it's rude to smoke in someone else's home without permission!?" And speaking of that why on earth do you have your feet on the table? And are you leaning on the chair? Don't you know that isn't good for it?" As she continued her speech came more rapid and exasperated.

Heinkel mentally groaned. He could see why they sent this girl out to go get whatever it was they needed.

Heinkel took his feet off the table and stopped leaning on the chair. But when the girl continued to keep talking Heinkel looked over to Fathers Remington and Lighterman. They were both trying to suppress laughter. Father Remington had both of his hands over his mouth yet his shoulders were visibly shaking.

Father Lighterman Had one hand over his mouth and one hand playing with a pencil. He as well shook with the effort of controlled laughter. It appeared he would get no help from them.

When finally Red was satisfied with the household they continued on with their business. Red went over to the fridge and put something in it. She then deposited some of the items on to the counter near the fridge. Father Lighterman went back to making his coffee. Yet the process was slow for as he tried to make his coffes. HE had to continually swipe Red's hand away from a jar she kept reaching for. "How about now?" She would ask. Then Father Lighterman would follow up with. " Nope." *slap.* "Now?" "Nope" *slap.* "Now?" "Nope." *Slap.* It continued on for some time.

Heinkel leaned forward towards Father Remington and asked him quietly. "Excuse me Father?" "Yes?" He responded. "While these two seem to be able to take care of themselves I was wondering if there is more to them than that? After all these are strange circumstances and the average Iscariot wouldn't exactly be suited for this sort of thing."

Father Remington smiled. "You are right of course. They are different." Father Remington inclind his head towards Father Lighterman. "He is the last of an order called the Dominos Flamma.(That's Latin for God's Flame.) They were a unique group of assassins that were highly trained and very partial to divine intervention. Sadly when he was a young boy the rest of his family was murdered by a vampire." Then smiling Father Remington spoke with a slight maniacal edge that all Iscariots had. " He walked in on this and then proceeded to stab the vampire to death." Heinkel smiled and Father Remington chuckled to himself. "Now sister Red. She is the last living person on this earth to have killed a sorcerer in the past one hundred years! Her Father was murdered by black magic and at the age of ten she hunted her down burned her alive and even escaped the police." Heinkel looked at her with a newfound respect.

Then laughing to himself he decided that these sorcerers were not in quite as good of a position as they thought.

"Last question." Heinkel said. "What happened to the fourth Iscariot member?"

Father looked sad when he described the events. "He was the first to reach me. But then when were off investigating a vampire attack we were ambushed. We must have killed at least seven of those freaks but they just kept coming. We both might have even survived their attacks to. If hadn't been for that sorcerer." When he said this his jaw clenched and his voice deepened. "I do not know all that happened but when we finally managed to procure an escape route Father Aran and I were being slowed down and everything turned dark. We didn't know how or why this was happening but when I looked back I saw Father Aran reciting a blessing. I tried to go back for him but all of the sudden I could move and the darkness was gone. Yet Father Aran was nowhere in sight. "

When Father Remington had almost finished speaking he snapped a pencil in half that he had been holding.

About five seconds later Red said in a desperate voice. "Come on Jack! Whats the point in saving them if we never get to eat them!?"

Father Lighterman finally relented his position and responded in a defeated voice. "Fine! Just take one. But if you run out before this we get out of here then that's your fault."

She did not respond but happily opened up the jar and pulled out a cookie. She ate that as Father Lighterman drank his coffee.

Father Remington's spirits and Heinkel's were lifted considerably after this.

Then rest of the day was spent by performing a blessing with the items Sister Red acquired. It was supposed to take three days to work so in the meantime they gathered up their weapons and much to the joy of everybody went on a vampire hunt.

"I know just the place! It's perfect at night!" Shouted Sister Red to the group. They all agreed to go to where she promised vampires were.

Much to the surprise of the group she intended to lead them into the sewers. When she heard them groan at the very idea she said. "Oh come! Don't be babies. Besides look at it this way. We at least get to kill a lot of vampires."

The group could not argue with such logic. And descended into the sewers.

Upon going in they separated to cover more ground.

Heinkel followed a path that was about three feet wide and fifty feet long until it spread out into a room. There he found around seven 'men' sitting on the ground and cleaning their guns. One of them snarled at Heinkel . Sure enough it had fangs.

Heinkel smiled Maniacally. "Ahahaha! You were right Red!" Then in a normal but slower voice he said. "This is (Pulls out pistols.) going to be (Points pistols at the group.) Fun." He emphasized the last word with two loud gunshots.

His bullets flew through the air and decapitated one vampire Half of his skull was ripped away and hit the room with a splat. The one eye left on his body was wide with surprise. His other bullet severely wounded another vampire ripping through his leg and tearing through bone completely a well as melting the flesh around it.

The vampires rushed towards him laughing at this stupid fool. Did he seriously expect a single bullet to kill one of us?

One pulled out a butterfly knife and ripped through Heinkel's cheek. Another Shoved a rusty bar through Heinkel's which ripped out part of his lung as it came out the other side. Another Fired a shot directly into Heinkel's jaw sending charred and blackened tissue and teeth everywhere The rest stopped saddened that they didn't reach him quick enough to be part of the kill.

The wounded vampires screams could be heard by his companions. They came over to him. "Oh shot up! You've been shot before and you never complained this loud!"

The wounded vampire screamed out. "These bullets are different! Look at my leg!" The vampires gathered around him and muttered things like. "What the f**k, What were those bullets made of!?, Who was that guy!?"

One of them pointed towards the dead vampire. "Look! Greg! He's dead!"

"AHAHAHAHA! Do not worry! You will be joining him soon!" Said Heinkel who was not more than five feet behind them. His smile was as wide as insane as ever. It was especially intimidating however as they all had a great view of the inside of his mouth through the side of his face. For his cheek hung by only a small flap below the jaw line. As the vampires turned around at looked in horror towards the man he pulled out the rusty pipe and dropped it to the floor with a clang. "Gota be careful with these gentlemen. You might hurt someone. Aahahaha! Well not me I suppose but you get the idea."

The last straw was when Heinkel ripped of the front part of his jaw and dropped it to the ground.

Then taking a step forward and pulling out his gun he said. "Now. I think you will find that these work much better." His smile never faltering even as his jaw and cheek grew back he shot of 5 very precise bullets and what was once a group of vampires was now nothing more than a pile of destroyed and melting carcasses.

The one vampire he wounded however he would need for answers. He approached him. The vampire had stopped all movement. His face was on the ground.

"Stop playing dead you filth. I wana have some fun with you!" Eyes wide with excitement he approached the vampire. He looked up his eyes solid black.

EHAHAHAHA! A demonic screech arose from the body. Then the vampires head turned all the way around to look at Heinkel. With a demonic smile on its face it called out in its voice which sounded like three combined a high pitched weaning a low and growling voice and finally a monotonous echoing voice.

"BEWARE PRIEST! THIS WILL BECOME A LAND WHERE EVEN GOD WILL FEAR TO TREA-"

Just then Heinkel shot two bullets through the eyes of the demonic vampire. "AHAHAHA! Is this all you can muster! This pathetic puppet! This is the only thing the mightiest Sorcerer in the world can do!? AHA! It's a wonder why they ever thought they needed me at all!"

Shouted Heinkel into the sewers he was laughing uncontrollably and smiling so wide that his mouth began to hurt.

Yes that's right. We have come to an end for chapter three. Now I know I couldn't live up to my promised Gore fest and so I will not promise you more next chapter. (There will be more however.)

I would also like to give a humongous thanks to the cleric in red and Bemnal the fallen for sending me in two amazing OC'S! I'm sorry you guys couldn't read about them fighting I truly am but as soon as I get up chapter four I guarantee that will be one of the first things to happen.

Also to those two who sent me an OC. Could you plz send me a Pm or email telling me if they acted right. They truly are wonderful and I would hate for them to not live up to what you hoped. Thank you to all readers. And remember. Christus Est Rex!