I think this'll be the final chapter. It's with Fatch and Jaime. Hope you enjoy!


Zack hissed violently as he was blown clear into a building, destroying the brick wall. He groaned, realizing he lying in rubble. The vampire tried to stand back up, only to find he couldn't move. ' This isn't good... ' He mentally moaned. ' Juan Carlos will be here any minute... ' The demon had been the one to blow him into the wall in the first place, and he personally didn't want him to come over and finish the job.

He and Mark had been fighting for at least 3 hours now, and he'd lost sight of Mark a while ago, as Jose had tossed him somewhere. He just hoped he was ok.

Suddenly, a could be heard, scaring Zack to the point of closing his eyes. He didn't want to see his own death.

" You really are helpless, little vampy. "

That... that didn't sound like Carlos... that... actually sounded like- immediately the creature opened his eyes, seeing the opposite of what he expected. It was Jose. The angels eyes were golden, the sign recently known as he went crazy. ' Oh crap... ' He mentally whimpered. To him, Jose was almost as dangerous as Carlos because he'd been itching to get rid of anything potentially dangerous. Aka: a vampire.

" You tried to encourage the fighting, didn't you? Now... here's your punishment. "

Zack tried to move, but his whole body still felt paralyzed. He couldn't move. Even the pain was getting to him, and his vision began to haze up. Jose grinned, his fangs looking as if they were going to sink into his neck. The vampire closed his eyes once again, bracing himself. Suddenly there was a blood curdling shriek, and the creature had to look.

Jose had a sword sticking through his middle. But this one looked a little... off. It was covered in the three brothers peculiar black markings, that could only be seen with either their shirt off, or when they glowed from power.

Jose's eyes returned to normal, looking truly terrified. His entire body flickered in a red glow a couple times, before his eyes lowered and he fell to the cold stone floor.

Zack's mouth hung open in utter shock and surprise; did Jose just... DIE?!

" Phew! "

A voice panted, sounding as if it'd run for miles.

" I couldn't have been any closer... Zack, drink this."

Before Zack even had the chance to question it, a vial was shoved into his mouth, a familiar taste racing throughout his mouth and throat. It was very, VERY fresh blood. There was only one thing off. It tasted a thousand times better than anything else he'd ever had. Once it was completely gone, the vial was removed, and Zack's vision began to clear up a great deal. He could even move again. Looking up, he was shocked to find Mark standing before him. The werewolf looked a bit different now... his ears and tail had blood on their tips, and his bangs had red there as well.

Before Zack could question this change, the werewolf placed his claws in some excess blood and began to smear it into the vampires hair.

" H-hey! "

He shrieked, trying to push the other away.

" What are you doing Mark?! "

" I'm doing Jaime a solid... "

Jaime? What was he doing for Jaime? Mark suddenly pulled away, apparently having finished.

" Jaime's dead Zack... "

" WHAT?! "

The vampire cried, springing to his feet.

" What do you mean he's dead?! "

" I killed him... "

Zack let his mouth hang there, now unable to say anymore. Why would Mark of all people kill Jaime...? Jaime had looked after them for years... treated them greatly... taken Zack on his very first animal blood hunt, and Mark's first animal meat hunt! Why would Mark...?

" I-it- h-he said it was the only way... "

" Wh-what do you... "

" Jaime said it was the only way to save this world. He said you and I could... could save everyone, but... only if we... "

Mark groaned slightly as he stopped, clutching at his stomach. And that's when Zack understood; the werewolf had eaten him... and given him the blood.

Zack felt a little sick at the thought. He'd just drank his fathers blood.

" Mark, why...? "

" Jaime said that if we got him, and Jose here, then we could stop Juan Carlos, and fix things. "

" ... I get it... really. "

The two stood silently for a moment before looking down at the fallen angel, whose wings had burned into the ground without them noticing. Zack bent down, mouth drying out in fear at what he was about to do. The creature opened his mouth slightly, leaning into the angels neck.


" I'm afraid... I lost my ability to see through their eyes as they went to fight my brother."

Jaime said as the image vanished. He turned to the prince, who looked absolutely torn at the moment. The older creature, the spiritual form of him anyway, wiped the tears from his eyes. It still hurt to remember this, but... the prince had every right to learn about his heritage.

" ... you gave your life for those... humans... "

Fatch finally responded, sounding a bit harsher than he meant to. Jaime's wings buzzed, almost infuriated, but he did know the vampire probably didn't mean it in a bad way.

" And for the people of the future. Those humans weren't ready for me or my brothers, and they did something horrible to Carlos because of fear. But they really aren't much different than creatures. They have feelings, and they can be good or bad, just like creatures. "

" After all they did to your family, you're defending them? "

Fatch inquired.

" After Carlos was... killed... they passed a law. Creatures had the same rights as humans. They wouldn't be killed or persicuted. It was their thanks for Zack and Mark saving them... and for everything they had to sacrifice. "

Fatch remained silent... not knowing what to say. He couldn't believe this happened to those poor brothers. It just wasn't fair. How could that happen...

" I'm pretty much done Fatch. The only thing left is... we are all part of you now. You can call upon our power, mainly Carlos' power though. "

" ... Why him? "

" Because you awoke him first. "

Jaimes body suddenly flickered, signaling his power was nearly depleted.

" But I will try to be there when you need me. Goodbye Fatch. "

" W-wait! "


Fatch suddenly jolted awake, a harsh light preventing him from seeing for a second. Once he COULD see, however, he found he had somehow gotten into his bed.

" You're awake! "

Turning to his left, he saw Thatch sitting at the side of his bed. The younger looked very worried about him, and he carefully backed up a bit so that Fatch could sit up.

" You're ok... right? "

Fatch smiled softly, patting Thatch on the head, ruffling his hair. Thatch growled; Fatch only didn't because he knew it irritated the boy.

" Yeah. I'm fine. Don't worry your cute little head. "

Thatch growled again, swatting his hand away.

" I'm not cute! "

" Yeah, keep telling yourself that kid. "

Fatch retorted, raising from his bed and heading out the door. Thatch huffed, slowly following after him.

" Yeah, he's fine. "


The end. If anyone is confused, let me know. Goodnight everyone! :D