Danger was approaching. Drusilla could feel it. An encroaching shadow of hate was directing itself towards her and those she loved. But where? Whispers seemed to come from all around. Django was making his way through the crowded pub to her. It was almost closing time and it was all quite a loud and confusing bustle. "Django!" Dru shouted a more direct warning this time. As she did, she spun round and delivered a kick in the goolies to the man who was trying to sneak up on her, with a stake.

The man coughed in pain. As he stumbled, Dru yanked him in her grip and tore into his throat. Django was spinning round and attacking too. Two men in dirty macs (probably to help them blend into Glasgow's nightlife), taking out curved knives from their dirty coats. Django punched one in the throat. The other he high kicked and sent flying into the bar. A lot of angry patrons didn't like getting their drinks spilled. That man wouldn't be getting up again. Django took the knife, that the other seemed to be offering him and swung the man over his shoulder, into a table.

Drusilla now found herself being confronted with men. Dirty raincoated men with crosses. She tried to turn from them but more were coming to box her in. Now some of them were idly, but professionally tossing little drops of holy water towards her. Dru so didn't want to be burned like that again. She growled her vamp face at them and tried to find a weakness in her opponents.

****

Lots of people were beginning to scatter out of the way of the fight. Django noted that this was causing problems for the assassins. Some of them were being pushed against or knocked against tables. Some drunken fights were breaking out. Django saw his chance to take advantage and take out a few of the men, while they were distracted. He smashed a chair over the head of one and got a stranglehold around another, making the man pass out. The next dirty mac, however was quicker and jumped out of Django's reach. He spat at his enemy. "Your vampire girlfriend killed some of our best men and you helped her!" the mac accused. "There'll be no escaping us this time!"

Django knew it was useless to argue with the fool, but he couldn't help answering. "Me and my girl were just minding our own business when we were attacked. We've never initiated any of those fights."

"Right! And you just let the evil fiend plague innocents?" the mac went on. Django was already bored.

Django decided to make it more fun. "Oh if you that annoys you, you'd really hate our bedroom talk. Really take the piss out of your lot, we do, ColumboJak! Right hilarious you are. Just wait until we get home tonight and get to the part about you sucking your dirty raincoat!"

They both had knives. ColumboJak charged with rage and managed to nick Django under the arm but Django's blade was true, all the way into the man's spleen.

****

"Fiend!" the man in charge called to Drusilla from behind the human blockade she was trapped inside. "You have defied every valiant and noble attempt to end your reign of terror on the world. But this time we have you! You are going to die! Surrender and we may yet consider letting the human go."

"Django?" Drusilla morphed into human again with concern. "Leave him alone! He's not hurt anyone."

Delgado continued his address to the vampire fiend. "We will be the new Watchers' Council. With enemies like you eliminated, we can forge a new destiny and begin to push the darkness back once and for all." Delgado did not usually go out on such missions. This time however, he felt it was only right that he should fight alongside his men. It was time to end this duo's murder spree once and for all and begin to move onto other such enemies.

Drusilla was still looking for a way out. She was about to argue more with the zealot but one of his disciples from the ring of crosses began to make a move on her. With a stake pointed towards Drusilla's heart, the fearless young warrior approached. Another from the quickly closing raincoat ring tossed a vial of holy water. Dru dodged and ducked, but a splash or two still caught her. "Aaaargghhh!" Drusilla cried. "It sizzles!" She swatted and dabbed at the side of her head.

****

Django heard the cry of his beloved of course and turned for the sound. A strong grip placed on his shoulder however. Django tried to break free and spun round to face his attacker. He was going to show no mercy in ending this as quickly as he-

"Good evening, Mr Django." Agent Smith greeted his former prisoner.

Django froze in fear for a few seconds. Agent Smith swung a punch that Django never even saw. One that knocked him several feet into the air and behind the bar. Django tried to get to his senses and get up. Agent Smith was on him again though and threw him into the middle of the floor.

"Django!" his friends called to him with worry. They wanted to know what was going on and why so many people were attacking their friend.

"Get to Drusilla!" Django called, still shaking the stars out of his head.

"I think your girlfriend might be a vampire." Jim informed, alarmed.

"Just rescue her!" Django pleaded. He couldn't say any more though, as his opponent was approaching once more and would need all the attention.

"Before you die a traitor's death," Agent Smith hissed at his nemesis, "you will tell me all you know of the KGB's secrets!"

"I don't work for the KGB you idiot!" Django roared.

"What has Milla Jovovich being ordering you to do since we last spoke, Mr Django?" the interrogator tried again. Django was trying to get away from him but Agent Smith always blocked the suspected mole's way.

"She wants me to go see Resident Evil 2! Which I was going to do anyway, you chump!" Django growled and delivered a series of punches at Agent Smith's head. The agent was sturdy however and every blow seemed to be ineffective against him. Until the sixth (or was it seventh?) punch actually did some damage to more than just Django's aching fist. Agent Smith's head snapped back in recoil and his sunglasses went flying.

The agent made a low moan, rubbed his jaw and in a blur of motion, knocked Django across the room once more. "I shall enjoy watching you die now.....Mr Django!"

****

Drusilla had managed to dodge the vampire hunter's attack to her heart. But the stake caught her in the shoulder instead. She screamed and stumbled onto the floor as the gloating young man reached down to retrieve his weapon and try again. Drusilla growled and vamped out again. As the stake arm swung down yet again, the vampire deflected the swing and broke the arm. It was the cocky youth's turn to scream in pain. Drusilla made sure the stake still made it's mark though.... into the man's throat!

Still stinging from the splashes of the accursed blessed water, Drusilla was enraged at these lunatic cultists who would ruin her evening. She tossed the dying hunter's body at the others and leapt over their heads in the confusion. The raincoats turned to pursue her but crashed into the drunken cavalry of Jim, Dave and Stephen. Drusilla admired the way Django's friends managed to make themselves useful, by struggling with the vampire hunters in their heap on the floor, preventing them from getting up quickly. Drusilla tasted her own blood from the shoulder wound, which ached only slightly and grinned at the sensation it sent through her. She was taking no prisoners!

Like a proud mountain lion, Drusilla leapt on two of the fallen raincoats and tore them to shreds. She giggled. The dress she'd worn underneath her shawl for tonight was dark red anyway. Her shawl! That reminded her that Miss Edith was out there somewhere in the middle of this battlefield! She would have to look for her, but first.... Dru broke the neck of a fool who charged her and used his knife to stab another of his kin. Where was the leader? She was so sure his aging carcass would still retain the fallen apricots of his wasted youth of study and stuffiness. What a delight!

Delgado stopped a barman who was trying to sort out the ruckus. "You owe it to yourself to help us, young man!" He tried to hand a stake to the barman. "We are trying to save you all from a dangerous vampire and her evil helpers!"

The barman knocked the stake out of Delgado's hand. "That dangerous vampire and her evil helpers were buying plenty of drinks and not bothering anyone. Your lot haven't bought any drinks since you came in. And besides, it's closing time. Take it outside!"

Delgado regretted this selfish, capitalist answer. "Apologies, my young friend." He elbowed the barman in the face and knocked him out cold. He turned as Drusilla was coming through the air at him and deftly cut her across her arms with his curved knife. Drusilla roared as she skidded past her target and slid across the floor. With rage or amusement it was unsure, with one this deranged and evil. Delgado pushed his attack, leaping on the hated enemy and putting the knife to her throat. Perhaps the wretched demon had not expected him to move so fast. "Our work is not all dusty tomes and sending young girls to their deaths." Delgado informed his prey. Drusilla rocked her head back as the knife slashed across her neck. Blood flowed from the wound and Drusilla tried to staunch as much as she could, with her hands on the wound. At least she was alive.

Delgado cursed as he tried to clear his vision. Still, fortune would not deliver the demoness unto his knife so easily. He saw the vampire on her feet and approaching once again. "Raymond!" he called to one of the surviving vampire hunters. "Most of the innocents have left. It is time to set the blaze!" He bolted and sprightly leapt over a table. It was not so easy as in his youth, of course, but he was still well trained and fit. He would keep the vampire distracted, until his remaining forces could come together against her once more.

Drusilla eyed the fleeing former watcher and licked her lips with hunger. He wasn't fleeing out of fear of course. Not that alone. Drusilla knew that he was only trying to prolong things, to buy more time. Drusilla followed after him. A couple of the underlings got in her way. She slit one's throat with her long nails and broke the other's neck. Flames were beginning to light up the bar and lick at the curtains at the windows. Drusilla was more interested in the glimpse she caught of her Django, fighting for his life, against some shady government agent type. One who moved with speed and force far beyond most humans.

****

Django leapt to his feet and mentally shook off his pain and fears. Damnit, he wasn't going to get hit and thrown around anymore. His Dru needed his help. Agent Smith was swiftly approaching from across the room. Django picked up a chair and charged at the approaching menace. Agent Smith smiled, amused. Django however surprised him, instead of attacking he dodged at the last moment and came round at Agent Smith's back. The chair crashed down on the agent's skull. Django followed this by bringing his heel down on the other man's ankle. A loud crack and this time even Agent Smith couldn't hide his obvious pain.

Django was himself taken by surprise though. Agent Smith spun round with inhuman speed and began to crush the life from Django's throat. "Very nice manoeuvre, Mr Django. But it seems I win!" And certainly it seemed that way. Django's vision was next to non-existent and his head was swimming with nonsense freeform. He couldn't quite pull things together. He was at sea in pain world.

"Django, love!" Django heard Drusilla's voice and somehow found the will to snap back from the brink. He could just see her across the room as she tossed one of those curved blades to him. Knowing his life depended on it, he snatched it out of the air and stuck it in the other man's throat.

Agent Smith fell backwards and coughed. Django crashed on his back onto the hard floor. Agent Smith struggled with the knife and eventually succeeded in pulling it free. Django weakly got into a sitting position at least and watched his opponent with interest. Django's friends, Jim and Stephen were now beside him with broken chair legs as weapons.

"Very good, Mr Django!" Agent Smith grinned masochistically. "I'm never one to outstay my welcome. But you shall see me again, have no doubt!" With that, the mysterious surely inhuman agent exploded into an army of mini prawn like creatures. The various organisms skittered rapidly in all directions and were soon gone without a trace.

"Noooooo!"

Django was getting to his feet when he heard Drusilla's shout. Seeing what was going on, he motioned to his friends to circle around to where the dirty macs' leader was confronting a worried Dru.

****

"You see! Doing homework from the watchers' archives can have it's uses after all." Delgado grinned at Drusilla, as he held his knife to Miss Edith's throat. "Otherwise how could I have known how important your priceless doll collection is to you?"

"Give her to me, dearie!" Drusilla commanded, all but spitting the last word out with contempt. "If you harm one hair on my dear dolly's head, I'll find a way to keep you alive for weeks while I torture you."

Delgado grinned with malevolence. He was almost crazed with his determination to end this vampire's reign of terror. The flames were raging around the bar and there wasn't much time before the whole place went up completely. Delgado had never been more in control of time though. "On your knees. Do as I say and I will spare the doll. Otherwise...." He held the doll up as if to smash it or throw it into the flames.

"Please, no!" Drusilla shook with horror. "Someone please save my dear little doll!" Drusilla sobbed and sank to her knees with terror. Delgado grinned in triumph and motioned to his two surviving cohorts, with their crosses and stakes. The two mac men began to approach the kneeling vampire.

Jim came up behind Delgado and smacked a chair leg over the crazy zealot's skull. Or that was the plan at least. Missing by a considerable margin, the implement merely succeeded in thumping against Delgado's back. It was enough though, for a minor distraction. It was quite enough time for Drusilla to act. With lightning reflexes, boosted by desperation, she was across the room in a second. Miss Edith was in her bloody hand and a blade stuck in Delgado's throat.

Nooooo, the former watcher thought, as his blood began to desert his body like a sinking ship. We had a destiny! We were the future of the Watchers' Council and it's legacy. This was to be the beginning of a proud new era, where the demons of darkness would be the ones living in fear. Delgado was afraid. He was not looking forward to seeing Quentin Travers again, in the afterlife. What a miserable failure he'd seem to his esteemed former colleague. It can't end like this! It just caaaaaaa-

"Where'd she go?" one of the two remaining vampire hunters asked in confusion and fear. The vampire had seemed to just vanish in a blur.

"I'm right here dearie." Drusilla affirmed from behind the two gentlemen. She was at one's throat with her fangs. Quenching her thirst. The other went to attack but Django came crashing into him and he was plunged with his own stake. Drusilla let the dying man drop and she cradled her poor Miss Edith once more. "Sssshhhhh, love! Looks like you had your little fire after all. See what happens when you misbehave."

"Er....Dru love." Django gently prodded his mistress of desire. "It's time to get out of here pet."

"Sorry!" Drusilla grinned sheepishly at her brave knight. "Oi was in the moment!"

****

As they moved away from the blaze, Dave appeared from around the corner. "Where did you go, Dave?" Stephen asked.

"Oh I decided to go and see if I could get a packet of cigarettes from the chip shop." Dave explained, not seeming to notice anything amiss. "Did we win then, yeah?"

The rest let out a collective sigh at that and laughed together. Considering the night they'd just had, they really shouldn't be such happy little bunnies. And of course, it couldn't last at that.

"Oh noooooo!" Jim moaned once more. "I forgot to get my manuscript from the pub! Aaarrrggghhhhh! That was my only copy! Nooooo, why are things like that always happening to me?" He began to stamp his feet in rage. "Bloody vampire hunters! The police can lock up people for just carrying a little bit of dope and yet bloody vampire hunters get to go around burning down pubs and destroying manuscripts! And the government doesn't bother to do anything!"

"His manuscript." Drusilla whimpered sadly, like a little girl lost.

"Why do you care about that Dru?" Django asked her.

"I wanted the world to suffer!" Drusilla said, in a matter of fact, low growl. She and Django laughed again as they began to walk off into the night.

"Your neck!" Django noticed alarmed.

"Tried to decapitate your precious, he did." Drusilla shrugged it off. "It's just a scratch that will heal though." Drusilla's expression glazed over with playful joy. "I think we should go to a bullfight!"

Django laughed. "But without Stuart there, how will we understand what the bull's saying in Spanish?"

"Ooooh! You're evil you are, pet!" Drusilla meowed proudly.

"Er.... can anyone afford to take me in a taxi?" Dave was asking from the distance. "I spent all my money on the cigarettes."

THE END