A/N: Here's the next chapter, just like I promised.

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Amira felt considerably better after having a small dinner with Zane. She had even met the current members of the Night Stalkers.

Though there were only seven of them, each of them was very skilled in one area or another. Alzain was the lead of the band, and a quiet young man named Mayan was second in command. Talon was the master healer and a huge man called Dab was the teams top weapon creator. Sang and Toran were identical twins with an uncanny knack of infiltrating buildings. Lastly, there was dark young boy named Ivan. "That boy can't be older than 14! Why do you let him fight?" Amira asked Alzain.

"Don't let his appearance fool you. That 'boy' is actually over a century old. He was bitten by a vampire maiden and left to die. A previous band of Night Stalkers saved him and he's been part of the Night Stalker community ever since." Amira frowned as she surveyed the vampire child, I cant imagine what it would be like to be trapped in a child's body until I died. "Don't pity him. He hates that."

So this is it?Amira swept her gaze over the small group. Though they all looked tough, this wasn't exactly the protection she was hoping for. Mayan whispered something in Alzain's ear that caused him to raise an eyebrow as he stared at Amira. Amira realised he was eyeing the scimitar at her waist."Can you fight?" Alzain asked inquisitively.

"Well...I suppose."

"Well, in that case...defend yourself!" Quite suddenly, Alzain was rushing towards her with a sword in his hand. Amira barely had time to pull her scimitar out from it's sheath before he was on her. Next thing she knew, their blades were clashing together. Alzain hopped back before rushing forward, swing his blade high. Waist is open. Amira dodged the heavy sword and attempted to slash his waist, however, Alzain's weapon easily blocked the attack. Soon they were both trying their most complex moves on each other in attempts to get through the other person's defenses. They seemed equally matched for a few minutes, but soon Amira started to get tired. Sweat was dripping down her forehead into her eyes and her blocks were getting sluggish. After a series of particularly advanced moves,
Alzain twisted Amira's scimitar out of her hand and let it fall to the floor. They both just stood their, staring at each other as they panted heavily. Then Alzain grinned wolfishly sheathed his blade. He picked up Amira's scimitar and artfully twisted it around so Amira could grab the hilt. "You're a good fighter." He complimented. "I'll admit that you have a better form than most people, but you don't have enough stamina. I'm thankful for the workout though." Without another word he strode off. Sang and Toran rushed up to Amira and patted her on the back.

"Bravo!" Said one.

"I've never seen anyone last that long against Alzain. With the exception of Ivan, that is." Commented the other.

"But he has an unfair advantage, being undead and all." Chimed the first one.

"True, true." They both grinned and nodded before running off.

Dab and Mayan both walked up to congratulate her. Dab grunted in approval before turning away and Mayan shook her hand. Mayan opened his mouth to say something, but was pushed away by Talon, who had a medical kit in his hand. "I'm going to check you for any injuries." Talon stated in a brisk tone. It sounded more like a command.

"I'm quite sure I'm-" Amira began, but was soon cut off by the healer.

"Nonsense! This is very routine." He pushed her down with a force the belied his scrawy appearance and swept his hands over her body. "Hm. Well, nothing seems to be wrong with you." He sounded slightly disappointed. He pulled a small vial out of the confines of his med-kit and handed it to her. "This should replenish the energy you lost during the fight." He stood up and walked off. Amira swirled the contents of the vial for a moment before downing the whole thing in one swallow. A tingling feeling swept through her entire body as her body was rejuvenated.

"You fought well." Amira looked up to see Ivan standing over her. He helped her to her feet. "I'm surprised you lasted so long." He
spoke with a faint French accent. Though Ivan's body was several years younger than Amira's, he was still over an inch taller than her.

"It was a pleasure meeting you." He held out a pale hand which Amira shook before walking out of the cafeteria.

"Umm...ok. Bye then." That was...interesting.

"Bravo! I love watching sword fights!" Amira turned around and saw Zane sitting on an overturned table.

"Well I'm ever so happy I could keep you entertained." Replied Amira sarcastically and began to turn away.

"I can see why Dracula likes you so much. You two are practically a perfect match" Zane smiled to himself.

"What?" Amira spun around and glared dangerously at Zane.

"Your extraordinary beauty, your biting sarcasm, the dangerous air about you; Vladislaus loves dangerous women, you know. Yes,

I've made up my mind, you two are perfect for each other." Zane's smile grew wider as Amira glowered at him.

"Well If we're so perfect for each other than why the hell did you help me escape?" Amira shot back.

"Because I like stirring things up." He cackled maniacally.

"You're insane!" Exclaimed Amira incredulously .

"Thank you. But don't worry, you're quite safe with the Night Stalkers."

"Easy for you to say, you aren't the one Dracula's after." I can't believe this man. Stir things up? Who does he think he is, putting people in danger for his own amusement!

"We're going to protect you." Zane smiled kindly. "You were in danger, and I had to help you." Zane sighed and stood up.

"Unfortunately, I have reasons to believe that we won't be safe for very long."

"Why?" Just after Amira asked, a huge explosion caused the entire building to shake. Amira dove for cover behind a table as another explosion erupted through the building.

"That's why." Zane replied, smiling sadly.

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Dracula was waiting in his study when Aida announced Naythorn's arrival. "Master, Lord Naythorn has-" Aida stopped abruptly as she was pushed away from the doorway by Naythorn. Aida scrambled up and glared daggers at Naythorn before rushing out and shutting the door behind her.

"Does the stupid girl always have to announce my arrival? It's bloody annoying." Naythorn had a rough English accent.

"I will not have you treating my servants this way Naythorn. I hate having to recruit new ones whenever my guests get angry at one of them and kills them." Dracula propped his feet up on the priceless rosewood desk in front of him, not caring about the scuff marks he made with his boots.

"Well, what do you need? I doubt that you called me up here to have a cup of tea." Naythorn crossed his arms in front of his chest and shook his dark brown hair out of his eyes.

Dracula laced his fingers together and said, "Right you are. I want you to help me retrieve something."

"Help you?" Naythorn arched an eyebrow. "I could just retrieve it myself, you know."

"Not it, her. And I need to be there."

"Ah, a fair maiden is she?" Naythorn sneered at Dracula.

"I will pay you one million pounds."

"One million pounds, eh? Alright, you've got yourself a partner." Dracula swung his legs off the desk and stood up.

"Good. I want this young lady." He picked up a picture of Amira from his desk and showed it to Naythorn. Naythorn smirked. "Don't even think about it, she is mine.Her name is Amira, she has taken refuge with a band of Night Stalkers in London. Zane is with her." Naythorn's eyes lit up with the mention of Zane.

"Night Stalkers, a beautiful young lady, the infamous Zane? This is gonna be a party. When are we going to get her?"

"As soon as you can assemble your team. I want this done as quietly as possible." Dracula pulled out a suitcase from under his desk and opened it to reveal half of the million pounds he promised."This is five hundred thousand. You'll get the other half when we successfully capture Amira." Naythorn took the money and stuffed it in the pockets of his black leather jacket.

"I'll call you when I've got my team together." Naythorn spun around on his heels and walked out of the study.

"I hate making deals with filth." The count muttered to himself.

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Two hours later...

"We've got the girl's location." Naythorn told Dracula inside an abandoned warehouse several blocks away from the Night Stalker's den. "We're gonna knock down the door and swarm the place. Those Night Stalkers wont even know what hit them."

"Excellent. Now mind you, no matter what the costs, do not harm the girl or Zane. Anyone else is fair game." Several members of Naythorn's team grinned maliciously, including Naythorn, showing off their fanged teeth.

"Right then. They're hideout is a couple of blocks away, we can reach it easily by flying-"

"No!" Dracula exclaimed. "We are not to attract any more attention than necessary. We travel there by foot."

"Fine. Let's move out then."They trotted out of the warehouse and towards the hideout. "Why is this girl so special to you?" Naythorn asked Dracula.

"That is information I'd rather not share with someone I don't fully trust."

"I'm hurt, Dracula." He let out a sob in mock sadness. "After all we've been through?"

"Oh shut up. I'm not paying you to talk. And don't even touch the girl. I want to retrieve her myself."

"I hate making deals with aristocrats..." Naythorn grumbled under his breath. One of the men stopped suddenly, causing the others to stop too. "We're almost there. Stop talking." They moved forward more silently now. Soon they reached the entrance to the Night Stalkers' den. "Ethan, you know what to do." Ethan ran forward and put some type of explosive at the foot of the door and lit it.

"What? I said quietly!" Dracula tried to rush up and knock the explosives out of the way but was stopped by several pairs of strong arms that pulled him away. "Damn you Naythorn!" He pressed his hands over his ears as the bombs exploded, tearing the door and part of the wall off. Dracula quickly regained his composure and strode forward, Naythorn's team rushing towards the destruction behind him.

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"Are you alright?" Zane was standing over Amira with a worried expression on his face. Dust was swirling about them so Amira could barely see.

"Yes, I'm fine." Amira stood up. "What the hell was that?"

"I'm afraid that was-" He was interrupted as the Night Stalkers streamed through several doorways and made a protective circle around Zane and Amira.

"Stay low Amira!"

"Don't worry, we'll protect you!"

"We're gonna keep you safe."

But Amira barely heard these encouraging comments; all she could see was a man standing atop the rubble. A man with piercing blue eyes, a man with pitch black hair and pale skin. Amira managed to utter one word, "Dracula."

"Amira."
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A/N: Woo! That was really fun to write. The next chapter is gonna be just as intense, so stay tuned!

A/N: I want to thank all of you for writing such wonderful reviews. I'm really happy about the amount of reviews I got. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!

A/N: Ignore the fact that the name "Night Stalkers" was in Blade Trinity. I forgot...BLAH!