"Matt, are you ready to go yet?" Luoch was anxious to leave and impatiently knocked on the door that he had seen him go into. When he didn't get a response he tested the door knob and was surprised when it opened. What he saw when he entered had him doubting his own senses. Matt was tied to the bed wearing only his boxers and the two strippers had grown cat ears and tails. They appeared to be using their fangs to rip into Matt. They must have drugged him. He didn't even flinch when they bit into him. "Sorry ladies, I guess I forgot to knock." Luoch drew his gun and the two cat creatures looked up at him with glowing yellow eyes. The blonde one rushed towards him and he opened fire. Her head exploded from the impact of the first bullet.

"Wh…what's going on." Matt tried to sit up but realized he couldn't move and his eyes opened wide when he saw the second cat creature lunge for Luoch.

"Now, there's no reason to lose your head over this." Luoch fired the second shot and the bullet went through her face and the back of her head. It went into the wall behind her. "Matt are you okay?" he ran up to his friend and quickly untied him.

"Did they have tails?" Matt slurred as he spoke.

"Yes they did." Luoch grinned and Matt's head lolled to the side.

"That's awesome." He said before he passed out. Luoch grinned and they began to walk out just as Macbeth was coming to find out what had happened.

"He was attacked by some cat stripper creatures." Luoch informed him. Macbeth looked over the wounds and his eyes went wide.

"I've seen these before. We need to get him to a hospital now or he's going to die." Luoch and Macbeth quickly carried Matt to the car and put him inside.

"Any envy I might have felt towards Matt tonight was gone the second I saw those cats." Luoch stated after he got into the passenger seat of the car.

"I don't blame you there." Macbeth grinned and started the engine.

"Arthur, we need to be absolutely certain about this. Once we cast this spell and summon him here we cannot undo it." Arthur was concerned because he heard fear coming from Merlin for the very first time since they met.

"You've seen the signs old friend. Something has to tip the battle in our favor or we will know the bitter taste of defeat." Arthur sighed and looked around the room. He quickly found the remaining components that he needed for the spell and brought them back to the table where he was mixing them together.

"I know that a fight like this could remind you of the war against Mordred." Lancelot stated coldly. He walked into the room and stood at the other end of the table. "Are you certain that you're up for this Arthur? If you're not we need to know otherwise bringing a god here is the worst thing that we could possibly do."

"I told you to never mention that name in my presence." Arthur said with a deadly calm tone.

"Someone has to Arthur." Lancelot said calmly. Arthur's face began to turn a dark red color when Merlin interrupted.

"We don't have time to argue amongst ourselves." Merlin pointed out. "Are we committing to this plan or not?" He asked and looked back and forth from Arthur to Lancelot.

"Do it" Arthur ordered. Lancelot shook his head but helped to combine the final ingredients of the spell and a bright blue flash illuminated the room.

Broadway hugged Angela close to him and within his mind a war was being waged. He was trying to fight off the control that Death had over him, but he was beginning to lose and he pulled a dagger from his waistband and he flipped it around so he could stab her with it when suddenly she kissed him. The dagger fell to the floor and he kissed her back passionately. Before she could move Broadway quickly pushed her off of him and fell to the ground holding the sides of his head.

"Get out of here Angie." He shouted. He began to writhe on the floor and Angela ran forward to try to help. "GO AWAY!" Broadway shouted in a voice that was his but also sounded hollow and foreign to her. His eyes went black and he started convulsing on the ground. Angela went to the door, but didn't open it because Broadway suddenly stopped and laid motionless on the ground.

"Broadway, I don't know what's happening to you but we will get you help." Angela slowly began to walk towards him. When she got close enough she leaned down to grab his shoulder. He twisted around quickly and grabbed her forearm. His eyes turned black and he grinned up at her.

"He told you to run you stupid bitch." Instinctively Angela lashed out with a kick that caught Broadway in the side of the head causing him to loosen his grip on her just enough for her to pry herself free and run for the door. He lunged forward and reached out and tripped her before she could reach the door. Angela fell to the ground and quickly turned to get back up.

"Broadway, this isn't you. Fight it. Please don't make me have to stop you." Angela pleaded with him. What happened next was all a blur to Angela. She leapt up and grabbed the door handle just as Broadway lunged for her. She twisted the handle and opened it quickly. Broadway not paying attention to the door felt the door collide with his head and then the world went dark. "What happened to you?" She lifted the unconscious gargoyle up and half dragged and half carried the big gargoyle to her father's new study.

"What happened to him?" Goliath asked. He was concerned when he saw Angela drag him in. Angela just shook her head while she laid him on the table in the center of the room.

"He…uh…he attacked me…and I…hit him in the head…with the door." Goliath's eyes narrowed into slits and began to glow white.

"He attacked you?" He growled menacingly. Angela stood between her father and Broadway.

"He also warned me to run, but I didn't know what was wrong with him." Angela looked at Broadway again for a moment. "The real Broadway is still in there and we have to help him somehow."

"We need to get him somewhere where he won't be a danger to himself or us." Goliath advised her. She just nodded and they carried him to the conference room. "I will go find Macbeth. We need those solar lights if we're going to keep him sedated. Keep him here while I go and look for Macbeth. If you see Brooklyn tell him we need a guard placed on him until I return." Angela nodded again and wiped tears from her eyes. I will get revenge on whoever did this my friend. I swear it.

"You don't look like you're enjoying yourself dear." Gruoch laughed and took a drink from a long twisted straw that came from a short and very wide glass.

"It's fine. I'm just not used to this." Mary admitted while she nervously surveyed the room. She made sure to locate all of the exits.

"You need to have fun while you can. Life is too short to be so uptight all of the time." Gruoch pointed towards the bar and Mary was shocked to see she was pointing at two men. "Let's go flirt a little." Mary looked horrified by the suggestion.

"But I'm getting married and you already are." Mary pointed out. Gruoch just laughed and stood. She grabbed Mary's arm and pulled her up to her feet.

"Oh, c'mon, I'm not suggesting you take them to your bed. I'm saying let loose a little bit." Gruoch pushed her towards the bar causing her to stumble into the two guys. The one on the left stood at about six feet and four inches tall and his buddy was about six inches shorter. They both were dressed in flannel shirts and jeans and wore black boots. They both helped her back to her feet. "Sorry about that guys she's had a lot to drink tonight."

"It's quite all right. I'm Zack and this behemoth here is Peter." They reached their hands out and Gruoch took the hand on the right and Mary went with Peter.

"Hello Zack, I'm Gruoch." Zack gave her a confused look.

"Did you just say grouch?" Gruoch laughed and pronounced her name slowly in his ear. She had to repeat it twice but Zack finally nodded to show that he understood.

"So, what are you lovely ladies doing out so late without an escort?" Gruoch grinned at him and leaned against the bar.

"Hoping that a good looking guy like yourself might buy us a drink and maybe dance a little." Gruoch winked at him and Mary began to blush a deep crimson.

"Is that true?" Peter winked at Mary and she instantly wished that she was anywhere else but there at that moment. She didn't like the way Peter's eyes were roaming over her body. Mary slowly nodded her head and Peter quickly ordered some shots of tequila for the four of them.

"I really don't drink that much." Mary whispered to Gruoch. Gruoch rolled her eyes and said watch me. She took her glass and drank it quickly in one gulp and Mary took hers and copied her. She felt warm and soon found another glass put in her hand. After everyone had their fourth shot the guys led the girls out onto the dancefloor. This isn't so bad. Mary was beginning to have fun until the DJ put on a slow song and Peter wrapped his arms around her. After a few minutes she began to relax until she felt his hands drifting down her body.

"Keep your hands up here." She grabbed his arms and pushed up until his hands were around her back. He pulled her close to him and they began to dance again but after a few minutes he reached down and began groping her forcefully. She began to push off of him and was terrified when she realized she couldn't move him. She began to plead with him to let her go when she felt him slowly lifting the hem of her dress up her thighs.

"Oh no, you can't do this. Please, I'm getting married." Mary begged. She heard a door open and she realized that he must have danced them close to the restrooms. "Gruoch" Mary began to shout. Peter quickly slapped her and she nearly fell from the force of the blow. She could then feel herself being led and half-dragged to one of the stalls.

"You gonna take that dress off or am I gonna rip it off of you?" Peter asked when he locked the door to the stall.

"Please don't do this. I'll give you anything you want." Mary kept trying to think of a way out.

"Yes you will." He reached towards her and grabbed the front of her dress and yanked on it. It ripped down the center all the way to her waist revealing her black bra she was wearing underneath. Instinctively, she brought her hands up to cover herself.

"Put them down." Peter growled menacingly. Working for Dracon she had met men like him and decided it would be better to do as he says. She reluctantly began to slowly lower her arms. When her arms were back at her sides he reached out again and yanked on her bra tearing it from her body. The cool air in the room caused her nipples to harden and she began to plead again when she saw him reaching for her dress again. Her pleas fell on deaf ears and he tore the remainder of the dress from her body.

How can this be happening to me? Mary wondered when she felt Peter's large hand pull at her nipples and after a moment she realized in horror that her body was beginning to betray her. She felt his hand going down her stomach and she nearly screamed for him to hurry up when she felt his hand enter the front of her panties. Suddenly, before Peter or Mary could move the door to the stall burst open and just as Peter turned Gruoch used her already bloody knife to slit his throat.

"I'm so sorry." Gruoch used the shirt she stole from Zack to wrap around her friend's shoulders and started to walk her out. Mary just nodded and didn't speak. She was too embarrassed by how damp her panties felt and how she was about to give in completely to Peter.

"It's okay, and it was fun before they decided to go to far." Mary and Gruoch got back into the car and drove off. Mary stared out the window and one thought kept replaying itself in her mind. How do I get Luoch to go that far?

"Please tell me that you've found something useful Doctor. The world is going crazy out there." Xanatos walked into the lab just as Sam was completing an autopsy of one of the creatures.

"I think so; the computer is still analyzing a strange chromosome we found in the brain. I should have a completed report done in the morning." Sam removed the heart and began to study it.

"That sounds promising. I hope for all of our sakes that this works. Keep up the good work Doctor; I expect a full report first thing in the morning." Sam nodded to show he understood. David picked up his phone.

"Owen, the progress of the autopsy is promising but I still need those live zombies. Have you collected them for me?" David listened for a moment with a scowl on his face. "Get them to me. I told you before that it's important. Get it done." He stepped into the elevator and shook his head irritably as the door closed.

Goliath and Katana glided over the bunker and saw the undead they had chained outside like guard dogs.

"They must have been here recently, but where did they go?" Goliath asked irritably. They searched the area, but saw no sign of the horsemen.

"I don't know." They began to turn back when they suddenly saw a silhouette gliding towards the bunker. Goliath gasped when he recognized Adela. She landed and walked inside and didn't appear to notice them. Goliath started to dive but Katana quickly grabbed his arm to stop him.

"Let me go. I need to save her." Goliath growled angrily when the bunker door closed behind Adela.

"She may not be Adela anymore." Katana pointed out. At least she's alive.

"We need to finish this…Now." They turned back and headed for their hideout. "We will bring together the rest of the clan and then tomorrow night we will come back and finish this once and for all." Before they arrived at the hideout they stopped at Macbeth's laboratory where Angela had brought Broadway. He was now solid stone under the solar lights and she was sitting next to him reading a passage from his favorite detective novel.

"I'm so sorry that I had to do this. I hope once you're cured that you can forgive me." Angela began to cry when she felt Goliath's hand on her shoulder.

"I'm sure that he will find that there is nothing to forgive. He knows how much you care for him and he will appreciate what you are doing for him." Angela stood quickly and wrapped her arms around her father while she started to cry on his shoulder. Goliath and Angela just stood there for several minutes finding comfort in each other's arms.

"I don't think I can just leave him here." Angela said sadly.

"I wish we could stay with him, but something else has happened and I need your help." Angela looked at him curiously. In the years that she had lived with him she had never heard him say that.

"What's wrong? Has something happened? Drake, is he okay?" Goliath cleared his throat and she stopped asking questions for a moment.

"It's nothing like that. We found Adela tonight." Angela's eyes lit up and she smiled for a moment, but she became worried when Goliath couldn't look her in the eye.

"What's wrong? Isn't that good news?" Angela grew more concerned when Katana and Goliath glanced at each other. "Would you two just tell me what is going on? What happened to my mother?"

"I'll keep an eye on Broadway. You should explain it to her." Goliath led Angela further into Macbeth's lab and they walked for a while before Angela spoke up.

"I thought that she died during the attack at Wyvern?" Angela looked up at her father and it started to irritate her that he wasn't talking. "I'm glad to know that you have news about her." Goliath looked away from her and she sighed irritably. "Just tell me."

"We saw her walking into the horsemen's base." Goliath said slowly.

"She's a prisoner?" Angela asked in surprise.

"She was walking on her own and it didn't appear that she was being forced to do anything." Goliath looked at her to gauge her reaction. Angela looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Broadway came back different. Maybe they did something to her to." Goliath nodded.

"I have considered that also. We need to attack these horsemen now. We're going to get the clan and our allies and put an end to these creatures." Goliath's eyes began to glow white while he spoke.

"We can't" Angela said after a moment. "We will only get one shot at this and we need to do this right for Broadway and Adela's sake." Goliath nodded and they both began to walk back to where Katana was.

"We need to make a plan fast." Angela nodded in agreement.

"We will destroy these things even I have to claw their hearts out myself." Angela's eyes flared red to emphasize her point.

"I have decided to give you an out Adela. If you can tell me truthfully that the life you have with Goliath is completely the way you want it to be and you enjoy your friendship with your clan and allies then I will teleport you to him. Adela thought about it for a moment. She was about to say yes when Death said times up.

"I was about to say yes." Adela shouted in frustration.

"You hesitated. Take some time and think about what it is that you truly want. Once you're committed I won't be able to hold you here anymore." Death stated in a matter of fact tone. He left her alone in her cell to think over what he had just told her.