Okay, new chapter time! (looks at clock) Oops, hold on a sec…
*one sec later*
*Chime!* Okay, NOW it's time :D
Reviewer Thanks
StormBringer128: That about sums it up, lol; I was wondering if someone could survive, though I guess since Marcus is a kretin he managed to make it with incredible healing powers; Please leave the moon-kicking to us, though we'll call you if we need backup.
Tracker78: Possibly correct ;)
Scoobycool9, Chase Hunter, and Junior: (first of all, shut up Chase! *whack!*) Anyway, you'll find out who the cloaked figure is; Yes, we all enjoy sarcasm, don't we? XD; Yeah, he had them a lot in the last story; It was an alternate universe… I'll explain later :P ; And in order to keep OC from jumping into the review, give them something to distract them.
Disclaimer: Do I look like I work for Ruby-Spears Productions? …Didn't think so.
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"GET BACK HERE, YA CLOAKED FREAK!" Fangpuss snarled, whipping out his solar-surfer out of his hat, running toward the window, but Fangs stopped him.
"Oh, no you don't! You've pulled enough crazy stunts on that board, I am NOT letting you chase after some creep while you're on that thing!" Fangs snapped.
"I'll do it!" Kiff volunteered, grabbing the board.
"Think again," Puggsy sneered, snatching the board away.
"They're on the ground!" Storm said, pointing down the street. "C'mon, lets get 'em! (grr)"
Storm, Hunter, Stalker, Silver, Kitefang, Drew, Fangface, Hardy, Kaiser, Rascal, Jet, Blackrose, Crim, Ouka, and Fangpuss rushed out of the house and wow I didn't know we had that many werewolves in the story! No wonder Puggsy always looks so irritated-
(a/n: keep to the story, Fangs!)
(Fangs' a/n: Sorry!)
The werewolves ran after the cloaked figure, who began to take off upon seeing he was being pursued, running faster than they could. "Man (puff puff) that guy must've taken track!" Hardy said, running out of breath.
"He may be fast, but we can be faster!" Hunter snarled, picking up the pace, and was soon gaining on the figure!
"What the…?" The figure gasped, and shot off quicker, but Hunter kept on his tail. "How are you running so quick?"
"I'm a werewolf, we're always quick on our feet!"
"Quick enough to flit?"
Hunter arched an eyebrow, and she noticed she was running so fast, everything was a blur. How am I doing that? she thought, but shook her head, focusing her attention back on the thief. "If it means I can catch ya, I'll take it!" With that and a snarl, she tackled the cloaked figure, both of them rolling in the dirt until she had him pinned… and she couldn't believe who it was. "Well, didn't think I'd see YOU again,"
"Hey! What you doing in our yard?" came a voice, and the she-wolf looked over, seeing that they somehow ended up in Mexico in someone's backyard.
"Whoops! Sorry 'bout that!" Grabbing the thief, she ran back to the others, disappearing in a flash.
"That was one fast wolf," One of the children commented.
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"Hunter! That was INCREDIBLE!" Was the first thing Hunter heard from WG once she got back. "You were running and then, ZOOM! You completely disappeariated!"
"Yeah, you were running fast enough to put Road Runner to shame!" Puggsy commented, then glared at WG. "And will you stop using my vocabulization?"
"Look who I dragged back, too." Hunter said, holding up the thief and pulling off the hood.
Every jaw dropped. "Vincent!" everyone gasped.
"But… but… how can that be?" Brielle stammered. "You were… back in the last story… I mean… oh, Puggsy, catch me…" With that, she fainted and her husband caught her.
"Yeah, you were… we thought… I mean… Oh, Timothy, catch me!" Benny stammered and fainted next.
*thud*
Timothy wasn't quick enough, and his brother hit the ground. "Whoops," he said.
"Uh, Vincent… how are you alive?" Brody asked, the only one of the former accomplices that wasn't about to faint.
"And when did you get so fast? (grr)" Fangface asked.
"And gimme back my gauntlet!" FF2 snapped, taking the glove back.
Vincent sighed. "It's a long story…" he replied.
"We've still got ten chapters 'til this story will end, SPILL IT!" WG demanded.
"Alright! Alright! Lets see… It all started sometime during the last story, about the time where Toni jumped off the top of a castle trying to fly, failing in the process, and Lamone had to save her…"
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~During The Last Story Where Toni Jumped Off A Castle and Lamone Had To Save Her…~
Lamone lands on the ground, Toni in his arms, while Ed crash-lands in a bush, an arrow sticking out of his shoulder. "If you were wise, you'd stay down," Vincent said threateningly, keeping a gun aimed at the evil vampire.
"Go ahead and shoot me. Mere bullets can't kill vampires-" Ed sneered.
*Bang!*
Vincent shot Ed in the head, and he lay on the ground. "Well done, Van Helsing," Lamone said, sarcastically. "Now we're going to have to wait a half-hour until we can get some answers out of him,"
"I know, I just hate it when they decide to brag." Vincent answered.
"You must know quite a lot about vampires to know how to shut one up,"
"Just a few things. I know you each have a different breed- yours is a breed in which you can transform into any kind of creature with wings, even sprout your own, and no matter how you're killed you can come back, unless you get your heart ripped out, have your head chopped off, or burned alive in a fiery explosion, or have your full-fledged forms exposed to sunlight and turned human, in which you can be killed easily."
Lamone arched an eyebrow. "How did you learn all this?"
"One must learn how to take certain creatures down, in case one should encounter one. What, did you assume I just hunted werewolves?"
"To tell the truth, yes. I recall seeing you sign up for the Veni Con Yei in your early twenties."
"I recall hearing your name around the site, as well. You were part of the group too, I take it?"
"For a limited time. Marlow and I created it years ago, after werewolves killed my-" he paused, shaking his head. "When werewolves killed his family. We wanted to make sure no one else went through the tragedies he had to go through, and recruited other men to join us, some who had scarring experiences with werewolves as well. I was Marlow's general… up until I found out how senile he had become,"
"Killing humans who were allies of werewolves,"
"Yes. …He almost had me believing werewolves were all evil, up until I met my cousin's friends. My family always had a history with werewolves, most of the time a vicious one, though this was the first time I saw a good set of werewolves for centuries."
"So, there were good werewolves back in your time too, huh?"
Lamone shrugged, finding a clearing and lying Toni on the ground, covering her with his cloak. "Just one, Zachary Fangsworth… he was killed though, by a madman who was on a murdering rampage, along with his parents. His older sister was the only one who survived, considering she lived out of town with her fiancée, but I urged her to leave the country before she was next."
"Okay… So when did you finally leave Marlow's group?"
"Three years after we reached America. The only way out of the group was death- though, as you can tell, being shot hundreds of time did no effect on me, so after I woke up in a river, I fled and decided to find a new occupation, while trying to find a way to blow Marlow's operation. My opportunity came when I rescued a girl from a mugging, and her family decided to hire me as a bodyguard, despite my vampire nature. …You may know them as the Sherebas, Brielle's family."
Vincent arched an eyebrow, tying Ed's body to a tree, then beginning to build a fire. "You knew Brielle's family?"
"For two years. I figured out they had a connection to a family of werewolves, and the rest of their relatives had been butchered for it. I had a hunch Marlow was behind it all, and vowed to protect them," he sat down, bowing his head. "Unfortunately, I grew too close to them, and I began to lose my focus… and one night, I was caught off-guard and shot in the head, falling unconscious long enough for someone to break into the house and kill Brielle's family. I managed to find the intruder and kill him before he could get to Brielle, and I didn't have to take off his mask to know that he was Marlow."
"You killed him?"
"Yeah, but the bastard has some way of surviving every attack. (sigh) Brielle was sent to an orphanage, and I erased myself from her memories with hypnosis, so she wouldn't have to remember who let her down and allowed her family to be killed."
"Well, that's a bit over-dramatic, don't you think? You could have made it up to her by taking care of her,"
Lamone scowled. "Oh, excellent plan, Fondane. Take in a little girl who's family knows some werewolves and have her live with me, even though Marlow and I have a history. Brilliant."
"Well, that's what I did. I took her in, and even signed her up for the Veni Con Yei, so that no one would have to kill her, since she was on our side…"
"And how did THAT work out, pray tell?"
Vincent scowled, sitting back. "It worked out well at first… but then Marlow was, as you said, going senile and killing humans- which was against my code. When Brielle was fourteen, we ditched them, then she ditched me when I told her I hunted werewolves."
"So… you never told her what the group really did, I take it?"
"I just told her it was a self-defense campsite, deciding to wait until she was older to tell her the truth. …When she left, Marlow came after me, telling me that if I didn't come back, he'd kill Brielle." he took a picture out of his pocket, of him, his wife, and their two-year-old son. "I've lost a family once… actually, I lost two… and I didn't want to lose another one."
"Two?"
"Yeah… I was married to a woman, but once she found out about my occupation, she divorced me, thinking I was a nut-job. She never even let me see our son… the only time I saw him when was he was a baby, and that was the time she threw me out." he sighed, bitterly. "The next thing I know, she's marrying some Italian, not even a year after we divorced."
"Ouch."
"Yeah… So Brielle meant a lot to me. She was the only child I actually raised and managed to take care of, and I wanted her to be protected… so whenever Marlow gave me a job, I had to do it, and he sent me to track down Hunter's family and- well, you've probably heard this story."
"I have. …Well, I suppose I must admit you took better care of Brielle than I could have."
Vincent rubbed his chin, looking back over at Ed. "Yes, I made sure she was protected and did things I regret just so Marlow would keep his hands off her… something you didn't do."
Lamone scowled. "Alright, we get the point. You don't need to rub it in."
"No, you're right. …Although, I do request a favor."
"What?"
"You owe it to me, Lamone. You bailed out on Brielle, and I was the only one who took care of her. I think you ought to at least reward me,"
"And if I don't?"
"Then the next time we see Brielle, I'll tell her everything…"
"Not if I erase your memory first-"
Vincent took out a knife, aiming it at Lamone's chest when the vampire came close. "Don't even think about it, otherwise you'll end up like Ed and wake up tied to a tree… that is, unless you have your heart cut out."
Lamone snarled, clenching his teeth, then calmed down. "Fine. What is it that you wish?"
Vincent sheathed his knife. "As you know, Marlow isn't going down without a fight, and I managed to teach him every advanced move I know when we first met… though, I kept a few techniques to myself, just in case. I want to make sure that, if he pulls a fatal move, I'll still be able to stop him, even if he kills me."
Lamone rubbed his temples. "Please don't ask what I think you're going to ask…"
Vincent smirked. "Lamone… make me a vampire."
~End Of Flashback~
"…And one scrape to the shoulder later, I've got fangs." Vincent finished.
Everyone gawked. "I'm killing your cousin." Storm told Puggsy, bluntly.
"He's already dead." Puggsy deadpanned.
"Then… I'm going to meet him in the afterlife and kill him again."
Puggsy slapped his forehead, sighing.
Brielle awoke just then. "Ugh… what did I miss?" she asked.
"Vincent confessed he forced Lamone to turn him into a vampire in the last story so he could kick Marlow's butt," Kiff answered.
Brielle blinked. "What?" She stood up, facing Vincent. "So. You've been alive this whole time, and you've never said anything? YOU JERK!" She then kicked him in the shin. "I buried you in my parent's cemetery! I gave you a funeral! AND IT TURNS OUT YOU'RE ACTUALLY ALIVE?"
"Well… yes. Thank you for the ceremony, too, though I will admit breaking out of a coffin and digging my way back to the surface wasn't easy," Vincent replied.
"Why did you come back, and why did you try to steal the gauntlet?" Biff demanded.
Vincent sighed. "You all may want to sit down for this, but… it turns out after Marlow was killed, he didn't pass on. He's a ghost."
"Dammit, why can't you hunters die and stay dead?" Stalker sneered.
"Watch the language, would you?" Timothy scolded, covering Anna's ears. "There's KIDS in this story!"
"What's that have to do with you?" Kasandra asked Vincent.
"It turns out his ghost has been haunting me, and he made the old threat that if I didn't assist him, he'd kill not only Brielle, but also Brody and Benny." Vincent replied with a sigh.
Benny, who had just been waking up, heard only the part of him being killed and fainted again.
"As usual, I took up his offer… but not entirely."
"What do you mean?" Kim asked.
"You see, they've brought Finneas back- as you've found out by now- and I knew that they'll kill every last one of you, so I knew Marlow wouldn't hold up his end of the deal. So I've been a double agent," he pointed at the gauntlet. "That gauntlet is the only thing that can defeat Finneas. His plan is to wait until you are at your strongest, feeling that if you believe you're strong, it really means you're fooling yourself. They're coming tomorrow, so I figured if I took the glove and hid it somewhere until the last minute, Finneas would be caught off-guard."
"Yeah… only problem is that the gauntlet isn't finished yet," Silver snarled, showing the gap in the palm. "It's missing a piece,"
"I knew that… and I know where the piece is."
"Then tell us, so we can kick Finneas' butt back to the underworld!" WG snapped.
"Not right yet. Like I said, Finneas believes you are at your strongest point. If he thinks you're still weak, he'll delay his plan-"
"Which absolutely makes no sense if you ask me," Samantha scoffed, crossing her arms.
"Yeah, well, that's his strategy."
"So it's going to bomb either way," FF2 said, then grabbed Vincent by the shirt collar. "Now, tell us where that piece is!"
"Alright, alright! But if you fail, don't say I didn't warn you,"
Benny woke up just then. "Ugh… what did I miss?" he asked, rubbing his head.
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Vincent led them to an old construction site that afternoon. "This is where it should be, according to my allies," he said.
"Allies?" Jackie questioned.
"Those two kids, Astrid and Allen. They have the missing piece, and this is our rendezvous point. They'll turn up here sooner or later,"
"You'd better be telling the truth, Fondane. If this is a trap…" Kite began.
"I'm a man of my word, boy."
"He is, don't worry." Hunter replied, knowing Vincent well.
"Should we look around, just in case?" Stalker asked, and Vincent gave her a look. "I mean, just in case the VCY might have a few men here- not on your orders or anything!"
"Lets go, Stalk," Drew said, leading her twin off.
Everyone split up to scout the building, Edwin going with Vincent to make sure he didn't pull anything. Max and FF2 searched a dark area, noticing something shiny in the distance. "Hey, look at that," FF2 said, walking over.
Sitting on a table was a framed picture of FF2 at a younger age, with his mom and dad. Max picked it up, his eyes wide. "Harry Potter was your dad?" he gasped. "I thought my dad was…"
FF2 shook his head. "My mom married your dad after she and my biological dad split up. They were in love, but their hearts belonged to different people- my mom and your dad, and my dad and Ginny Weasley."
Max arched an eyebrow. "Didn't Harry and Ginny marry right away?"
"No, their relationship hit a rough spot and they decided to take a break, and that's when he met my mom. They were in love for a year, then got engaged, but my dad was still thinking about Ginny and my mom couldn't stop thinking about Goofy, so they decided to follow their hearts… though they kept in touch, since my mom was pregnant with me at the time and Harry didn't want to miss out on his son's childhood." he let out a heavy sigh. "Though… we never got to spend too much time together after Finneas came along."
Max nodded. Having been part of FF2, he saw his memories, and knew what he was talking about. "Allen must have kept this picture here, to remember them by."
FF2 shook his head. "Allen didn't know Harry was my dad until later… and this picture was taken when I was a kid… someone else owns it."
"Who, though?"
A shuriken suddenly hit the table, and they looked up, seeing a cloaked figure with burning red eyes. It leaped down, holding two key-blades- one white, one black. "Those are Allen's!"
"I'll handle this," Max took out his key-blade and his armor appeared on him, and he and the cloaked figure began to duel.
The others heard the commotion and began running. "If you have anything to do with this-" Storm was threatening Vincent.
"I don't, now shut up!" Vincent snapped.
FF2 watched Max fight fiercely, but the cloaked figure did something unexpected: shot lightening out from the end of their key-blade and shot Max into a brick wall. "No one shoots my brother and gets away with it!" FF2 snarled, taking out his wand. "I don't know who you are, but I do know one thing: You're working with the guy who killed my mom! Sectumsem-"
*ZAP!*
The figure had their own wand and shot him with the stupefy spell, then approached him… and zapped him in the head. His eyes widened, and a new memory came forth… one he never thought he had…
He was five, and he was standing with his mom and some other man. "Are you sure he's the one?" his mother was asking.
"Yes, he is. I see something great in this one, Joanne," the man was saying, having a British accent, then handed some sort of tool to the boy. "Use your gift well…"
He felt a surge of power shoot through him…
And his memory went dark, the last words he heard being, "I'm sorry, son…"
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A/N: Okay, I'm sorry that last scene wasn't actiony enough, but I'll work on it later. Who was the cloaked figure? How long will Vincent be a vampire? What gift does my co-author possess? How did Hunter get so fast? Where's that coffee I asked for?
Please review. No flames or I'll throw you into the Nile.