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By the time Otis and Vikas reached the scream the person was already unconscious. Blood dripped down her fair neck and onto the side walk. Otis had to lick his lips twice before he looked away from the complexion. The woman or was it a girl, was familiar only by the fact that Otis remembered seeing her attending Vlad's school when he was a substitute. The hair of this girl was cropped to the shoulder, almost the color or snow itself. That was her name Snow! And her clothes were in terrible shape, some ripped and torn, hanging off her body. With gentle fingers, Vikas knelt down turning her head gently to get a better look at her wounds.

Obviously, Otis was still yet too thirsty to even touch the girl. He turned away in shame looking at the culprit who did such a thing. "She's just inches from death." Vikas whispered, "care to finish her up." He half-joked but the glare that Otis sent him was anything but comical. "Whoever did this up and left when the girl screamed," he sighed. "But look at the marks clearly young one with no master. The skin is horribly ripped open." Vikas didn't hesitate when he brought the girls' throat to his lips. Letting his saliva wash over the wound ever so slowly the skin cells quickly responded to the fluid bringing the girls wounds together, healing the damage all that remained was the caked blood.

Slowly Vikas set her down, "she should be ok, she'll probably think someone robbed her and then she'll be on her way." He tried to reassure Otis. But he wasn't looking at Vikas nor the girl he was staring straight ahead at the figure. He just stood there in the street light, in his long coat and hat. Almost as if he was examining the vampires. Without thinking Otis charged forth running after the man. "Wait Otis." But he was far from listening.

Vikas sighed watching as the old fool went after the man. For all Otis knew that man could be a local human out for an early run. But it was quarter past a stranger hour to be out. He looked around, sniffed the air before he was satisfied that he alone. He looked at the girl at his feet. "Who did this to you, young lamb?" Even Vikas knew it was dishonorable to prey on the young. He stroked her pale cheek, her make-up smudged under eyes. He continued stroking her cheek till a groan escaped her lips. "Are you waking, little one?" His hand withdrew from her skin.

And her eyes cracked open only a fraction. "Are you all right, miss?" Vikas attempted to sound mortally as possible hoping not to scare the girl and receive an answer. In response, Snow only moaned again clutching her head. She gathered herself off the ground looked once at Vikas and flushed with embarrassment, then gazed around her.

"Where is he?" She asked looking Vikas in the eyes. The old vampire only raised an eyebrow, feigning stupidity. Gently, he took her shoulders and offered her a reassuring squeeze.

"Whoever attacked you, he's gone now." His smile was warm, but Snow wretched away from him almost refusing to believe him. She stood, stumbling once only to have Vikas catch her.

"No, he didn't attack me. He-" Her eyes got dreamy for second as she stared at the night sky, she sighed. "Where is he? Where's Vlad?"

Vikas paused for moment, soaking her words, digesting them. For a whole ten minutes he didn't breathe till he remembered h not to frighten the girl. "My" his voice trembled, "dear, you are confused. Vladimir died months ago."

She shook her head. "No he was here. He was right here," she demanded. She held tightly to Vikas arm persuading him with her eyes that he was here. That he was alive.

"Did he hurt you?" Vikas made it seem like he believed her but at the same time was he was trying to solve the riddle. But Snow only shook her head.

"No" and she seemed to smile at this, "he saved me. He saved me and he told me he would come back." Her eyes had that dreamy-haze look in them again.

"Saved you?" Vikas cocked his head to the side. "from who? And he's coming back from where?" Now he was the one holding Snow, digging his nails into her skin.

She pondered for minute looking at the night sky. "I don't who, but it was like some kind of beast. He was nipping at my throat, trying to rip my jugular right out. And I was already seeing stars or maybe the actual stars, but anyway then it felt like there were two on at my neck and one at my... "Her face flushed a deep red," pant trying to rip my clothes off. Then, that's when I saw Vlad's face. He cast me one worried look then he dealt with the beasts. I don't remember much after that. I blacked out, but he whispered about coming back to me. Then it got real quiet." Snow herself quieted down. "I'm sorry, I'm really tired now."

Vikas took the crooked of her arm, "I'll take you home. Miss." And Snow was grateful.

The figure moved with an amazing speed that it couldn't have been human at all. Otis pushed his legs even faster to catch up to him. The strange thing was that the figure moved in wavy kind of motion. It struggled to run as the upper half would sway side to side. But it ran just as well. Otis was almost upon it when the figure dashed for the forest, he cursed.

But when he went through the thick brush he found that the figure had trip on tree root that was jutted out on the forest floor. And the figure wasn't a figure at all. But two figures, figures that were very recognizable and that he wanted to rip their throats out. He slowed to stop. "Bill and Tom," he seethed the words like they were an omen. He took the one werewolf by the collar and slammed him to the tree."Do you have any idea what you've done to my son?" He was angry yes, but even more irrational.

Bill grunted under the vampires hold."Your son?" Otis only slammed Bill once more into the tree silencing him. A cough escaped Bill's wolfish form. He was in his half-and-half form. Half wolf, half human but right now he was all ugly in Otis's eyes. Fur was all over human flesh, fangs from both upper and lower lips, and claws that slinked out from the wolf hair. The human thing about him was his face. His ears looked more like stumps than wolfs ears.

"You killed him!" Otis took the pleasure of slamming Bill into the tree once more till he decided that two times wasn't enough. "He was just a boy! And you took his life away!" When Bill was rammed against the tree is sounded like a hammer echoing the woods. And with each pound Bill would howl in pain.

"Who said he's dead?" Tom was standing behind Otis watching as Bill withered pain, but didn't care a fang or two about it. Otis slowed his ramming with the mutt still in his hands he turned around. Blood coated the vampire's hands as it oozed from Bill's mouth and forehead. "From what I hear he's back a little confused, but back." Otis leafed through the dog's mind detecting any hint of lies, but couldn't find any.

"Back?" Otis let Bill crumple to the ground in heap, not moving and that was probably best for Bill if he didn't move at all. He stared hard at the wolf. Then, in a second he was holding Tom by the ruff of the neck grinding him into the tree. "You lie."

"No way man. Vlad's alive alright. Stupid Pravus wouldn't die." He muttered, "He's locked away of course. D'ablo trying to get him back under control. And this time he won't let Vlad's power get away." A wolfish grin spread across his face. "But you have to find him first."

"Where is he?" Otis demanded ramming the mutt again and again into the wall. "Tell me!" Tom glared at the vampire he hated all vampires; they thought they were superior to him, to werewolves. But he had his orders, and D'ablos' plan was going according to plan. And so he told Otis where he could find his nephew

The werewolf only glared at the vampire. The two were after all immortal enemies, always hating the others always pitted against each other. Why? Many legends and myths tell of the greedy humans that desired inhuman strength or eternal life. Tom only remembers the story because it was the one his mother would tell him most. And this one story was the reason why that Bill and Tom would forever annihilate the vampire race. They didn't need any slayers help, they were after all humans.

Weak, feeble, and useless they thought they were capable of staking a vampire when their movements were just as fast, just as quick. They were fools.

But the story originated from Lycans and Lamias, separate yet different human clans each yearning for one thing or another. One clan lived in the north, the Lycans. The other clan lived in the south, the Lamias. Throughout history humans always waged war over land for dominance. And these two weren't any different.

The Lycans were however suffering from the lack of food during the wars till they came across a pair of wolf tracks. The army of Lycans stealthy followed the tracks till they came upon the wolf pack itself. The Lycans watched and analyzed the behavior of the wolves. They acted together not separate each depended on the others, everyone fought for the greater good of the pack. The Lycans took this knowledge and applied it to their own hunting and battling skills instead of fighting as one, they fought together.

Soon their strength was beyond that of Lamia pushing them farther south. However, it wasn't enough. Somehow the Lamias always had the upper hand whether it was their swift combative skills or their stalking techniques. They managed to overcome the Lycans. Tom only remembers that some spirit came to one of the clan leaders, leading him to an old and wise wolf, permitting the human after he died to take the hide of the wolves and place the pelt on his shoulders. Only then could he defeat the Lamias. In the end, the leader did as was told. The wolves pelt infusing with man skin both fang and claws becoming a part of his flesh thus the birth of the werewolf.

However, in the same way the Lycans rose to power so did the Lamias. Soon the whole region swarm of humans wearing an animal pelt, some known as shape shifters. Although some animal pelts could not be seen. The Lycans were deceived; they determined they had the upper hand with the werewolf changes taking form throughout the north, their seemed to be no animal changes in the south. The Lamia hasn't discovered this new ability till the Lycans were ambushed.

The Lycans never saw the swiftness of Lamias, the brutally of their movements, and the long daggers that were unsheathed not from their blades but their fangs. Both sides only continued to wage war, bringing other human clans races with it. The Lamias were swift attacking during the night hours leaving many casualties.

It was impossible that the Lamias were only increasing their numbers more rapidly than the Lycans. Of course, till their secret was discovered; they weren't made by fusing human flesh with animal fur and spirit after the animal has left this world.

They sacrificed the life an innocent. Took it's the blood of newly born infant and slashed its throat. The disgusting Lamias drank it giving them immortal prowess and longevity. It still made Tom's blood boil whenever he stared at a vampire's face. The Lycans never took a life to become a werewolf, a shape-shifter, etc. The Lamias did. And that was pure demonic.

Where they came from, what they were, nothing but demons scum on this planet. All werewolves knew the story well and one of many reasons why the vampire race was better off extinct.

Tom grinned baring his teeth despite the pressure the vampire was inflicting on him. A wicked, yet wolfish grin spread across his face. "You want to find him?" The question was meant to be rhetoric, but of course this vampire wasn't in the mood to play cat and mouse. Tom grunted, "You won't find him. His mind," The wolf tapped his head, "his far away, trapped."

When the vampire shook Tom again he cut to the chase. It was time to follow his orders like a good dog and be on his way. He growled, D'ablo was already invading his mind inflicting a warning. "Try going north." Tom purred quietly. Of course, the vampire rose to the bait. It was the same place the little half-pint was locked up before. Before Tom knew it, the hand around his neck was gone with only the leaves swaying in the wind.

"The longitude of the graph indicates…" Henry was in a daze. After last night he was far too tired to even listen to today's morning lesson. The teacher was talking about geography again and as he gazed upon the map he couldn't help but travel to place that held Vlad. It felt so long ago when his cousin, Otis, and Nelly rescued him. And now he's dead, he thought grimly.

The bell rang far too quietly for him. Everyone was already out of the room by the time he stood up. While he looked around he gazed at the desk next to him. The place where Vlad would usually sit, dust collected on the surface. He sighed, gathering his books maybe she should of skipped class like Joss. He sighed again which seemed to be about the billionth time to day. His shaggy hair fell in his face and over his eyes and when he rounded the corner he ran smack dab into Eddie Poe.

He shoved the kid of the way hearing something crack, possibly his latest camera. "Hey," Eddie was examining his camera with a panic expression. But Henry was already walking to his next class.

Henry muttered something under his breath like, "piss off" but Eddie couldn't be sure and he tried to catch up to the gloomy boy. Black rings underlined Henry's lips and eye sockets, his hands were grubby, and somehow he looked unhealthy as if he hasn't been eating well. And he was so pale.

With a soft click, Eddie snapped a photo. Henry whirled around some life coming back on his features. "Just getting one for the books." He patted his camera, "don't worry it's just a small crack."

It took a moment for Henry to put his fist down before he realized it wasn't worth it. He could practically hear Eddie yelling from behind his shoulder, "when did Vlad turn you Henry!" Henry tried to ignore both Eddie and the stares. When he turned to his next class film studies he was almost glad that all he had to do was watch a couple films in the dark. And no one would see his tears.

When he took his seat second from the back a dark blur passed in front of his shaggy blonde hair. He tried to ignore it burying his head in the crook of his arms till the person coughed. When Henry still refused to move his head even an inch, the kid decided to speak anyway. "Hey Henry." It was a female voice at first it sounded like October but it couldn't be her. She wasn't in his class, not that he could remember. He could cared less and less who was or wasn't in class. None of them were really his friends. It took Vlad's death to finally realize that.

The person was still speaking. "Henry? You listening, its' about Vlad." For a second Henry heart didn't beat. The air around him buzzed and his ear rang. His body went rigid, heat crept on his cheeks in both dread and fear. His head snapped up meeting the eyes of a girl with piercing blue eyes, and bleached-blond hair. He didn't recognize her.

"Henry!" She stomped her foot like one those preppy girls her hands on her hips. "Heeellooo!" It took a moment but Henry opened his mouth then closed it. Snow only huffed in annoyance, "It's me Snow, remember?" she rolled her eyes. "Never mind, look I saw Vlad! I saw him!" Her eyes were wide with excitement. "And he's coming back." Then her eyes got lidded, sorrow filling them. "He told me to tell you don't be sad." She placed on hand on his shoulder. "Don't, he says that everything going to be fine. But he wants to find the Lucis, whatever that is and his father's journal." Snow sighed, looking at Henry for some response.

It took another moment it was like Henry's brain was on slow today. His lips quivered then he buried his head again. His voice muffled by the inside of his arm. "Vlad's dead. Don't you people understand that?" There was a silence on the other end of the darkness that he was buried in. The bell rang, signaling the start of class. Henry sighed in relief he couldn't anymore of this. As Snow left he heard her voice drift over the cacophony of students.

"Oh yeah. Then how come Meredith's not here." Till Snow mentioned it Meredith was missing today and she was known for perfect attendance record. The only attendance he was keeping track of now was that new kid who hasn't been to school since. "Ask Joss about that."

Soon the light dimmed and Henry was in the shadows.

On several attempts Henry tried dialing Joss's number…and he wasn't answering. Again, he tried for what seemed the tenth time. Texting wasn't much help either. He was into Iphone till he ran into a thick body. Obviously this wasn't any puny Edgar Poe. And today Mr. Sneglove was on patrol of the halls. His plump chest puffed out like a blow fish and his flabby arms crossed in annoyance. "No phones, McMillian." With pudgy hands the principal snatched the device and whisked it into his pockets. "Detention!" He barked.

Glumly, Henry dragged his feet to the principal's office sitting anywhere but the front. Other kids were doing their homework, doodling, some were snoring. Henry snorted in disgust; he never thought he would find himself in detention. He figured he was a favorite among the faculty.

He did it all. Aced all his test, exams, played on the varsity, took a part as class president, ran the prom committee, there was a long list of things he did for this school. "That's right," he realized he was speaking to himself, "ever since…" Vlad left. Henry wasn't a part of any of that school stuff anymore and didn't really see any reason to get back into it. He only did it as the only sense of normalcy he had when he was pals with Vlad. He still couldn't believe he once tossed Vlad to the side for that stuff. "Some friend," he muttered darkly and plopped himself down.

When a small finger tapped his shoulder didn't even faze Henry. He groaned half-whined, can't Snow leave him in peace for once. And she's followed him to even in detention. "What!" He yelled, snapping his up.

Sprat squirmed away uncomfortably, his little arms pressing against himself. "Oh" Henry couldn't really think of anything to say, at least anything intelligent. "Sorry," Just a Henry was about sit again Sprat slowly took a step forward. He wearing his usual goth attire; black Tripp pants, dangling chains, a hoodie with a some band name across the front. His hands were stashed in his front Hoodie pockets.

"Wait," he urged. He was dancing on his toes rocking back and forth. "I have something to give you." Henry barely moved his face, turning it slightly to look up at him through shaggy bangs. Whatever the kid had he doubted it was worth anything good. A new band cd? A tattoo? A piercing? His eyes rolled it couldn't be even worth a fraction his time, not that his time mattered..

But boy was already withdrawing something from his pocket, long and straight stained in old, crusted blood. "What's that," his voice bored like he could care less.

"It's the arrow" he held it out like it was viper snake, "take it please. I don't want anything to do with it." Sprat dropped it nudging it closer to Henry's.

"What's with you?" A blonde eyebrow shot up from underneath's Henry hair. His eyes flicked to the arrow to the boy's black stained face. He wore way too much goth make up, he was like a raccoon.

"Just take it." Sprat's eyes darted nervously around the room, "ever since I took it its been giving me nightmares." He backed up almost tripping on the desk leg.

Henry grasped the arrow in his hand lifting it like a dum-bell, "Nightmares?" But Sprat was already backing away shaking his head nervously. He sat across from him quivering in his seat.

"Every time I sleep," he whispered, "it calls your name, or Meredith, or Nelly. Every time…" he paused casting Henry a knowing glance. "That's the same arrow that killed Vlad." Instantly Henry dropped the arrow as it clattered on his desk. It was like an electric shock shot up his hand and down his spin. He digested Sprats words slowly.

"The…arrow…that…killed?"

Slam. The door shut with a thunderous boom. Mr. Sneglove looked over the kids with a disapproving look. "Be quiet!" He his ugly fingers pointed to the clock. "You got till the small hand gets to the two. I expect silence!" He sat down in the leather chair kicked back and fiddled his thumbs watching the room with beady eyes.

Vladis squirmed and pushed till his wrist bleed red. It was no use. D'ablo conveniently put up a mirror, that either found or stolen in front of him, possibly stolen revealing the outside world. He liked to watch night hours best. When the other super naturals were about, sometime the mirror did the reverse. When he wanted something peaceful he would get a blood bath and when he dreamed of blood, blood staining him and his face he would get those peaceful nights

None did anything to quell the nightmares. Nightmares harboring dark thoughts of death, blood. It was always the same though. A slayer girl with her bow and arrow ready, hair blowing across her face, till the arrow stabbed right through his heart and he would wake up screaming.

This time when he awoke sweat matted his long dark hair, ugly red smiles coated his wrist, and ancient scars pulsated underneath the skin. They were like they were new, fresh aching with the latest pain. He was punished for failing his master or father again. He was supposed to harm the couple but instead he ended up saving a certain person.

Everything was test thus so far and till now he's failed. The steel room he was confined in was dark and musty smelling of decay and something else. And the constant dripping noise didn't help either. The water dripping onto his neck into hair and down his back, he shivered.

Then there was a bright rectangular light in front of him a dark silhouette stood in the way. Vladis had to shield his eyes from the blinding light. Light, he shuddered he feared the light. Only the stars and moon were a suffice illumination for him. The room once more was enclosed in darkness as the figure took three steps towards him.

Long fingernails lifted his chin and tilted it to the side something was sliding into his neck, another serum, a needle. Either they were taking blood samples or another chemical to accelerate the Pravus legend. He didn't know what the real purpose was. "Shh. It'll all be over my dear." Again Vlad pulled against the restraints. The shackles that held both his arms wide against a steel wall another shackle went around both his ankles, already he could feel his skin peeling.

"Screw yo-" The words were lost as his jaw went slack, his words lost. His mother patted his cheek, she sighed.

"If you would just do as your told…" she trailed off running a finger nail through his hair, till Vladis felt those nails pull at the roots of his hair, yanking his head revealing his pale throat slender like a swans neck. "Just one more thing." Another syringe was dipped into his skin removing blood or was it something else. "Sleep well, my dear." Then, the his energy was gone like a New York minute.

And Vlad feared what is dreams would bring this time.

Please Read and Review anything is lovely of course; flames, critiques, love it, hate it there's always room for improvement. Any comments Vladdie?

Vlad: I'm confused

Me: that's just your usual self. Do you have anything to add?

Vlad: I think a little clarification is order

Me: Ah yes. As for the three Vlad's that are wandering around in the story (the boy from chapter one that Henry immediately likes, the Vlad that fights Meredith and Joss, and Vladis himself are yes indeed all Vlad himself only it's not himself.

Vlad: I'm confused even more.

Me: I promise the story will fall into place…gotta wait for the big finale. :D

-Thanks