Author's Note: Hey, what's up everyone? I'm on Christmas break right now, and I plan to work on this story some more! I hope I'm doing ok…please keep reviewing, because I'd really appreciate it, and your reviews make my day  Oh, and in this chappie I drop an f-bomb…it's important to the character who uses it, let me assure you, and it fits with the mood…but don't worry, it's only one…if you're offended then…my bad…but review anyway cuz I loves me some reviews!!!!

The morgue inside Mishima Hospital was quiet…deathly quiet. Julia Chang wrapped her arms around her chest in an effort to keep warm. She shivered slightly, and when she exhaled, she could see her breath circle and curl into nothingness, like lost spirits clamoring towards the heavens. The morgue had to be kept almost frigid to keep the bodies from decomposing, Julia knew this, and wanted to get this job over with so she could leave.

She had gotten the call this morning, and at first, she had been ecstatic…ever since she was a small child, she had always had a fascination with science…possessing incredible intelligence at a young age, Julia was known to be an extremely gifted young woman with genius capabilities…now, as a Junior at The University of Arizona, and top in her class, she was working with a research group blazing new trails in the relatively new study of cloning, and how it could be used to reforest her native people's homeland.

Julia may have been a woman of science, but she was no Dana Scully…she did keep an open mind to the paranormal. She always knew that there were certain things and events out there that science could never explain…such was the case with the demon known as Ogre. Even though Jin Kazama and the mysterious young man Patrick defeated it, the creature had almost killed her…Hwoarang had swept in at the last minute to save her…and the two had been steadily dating ever since.

She wished that he was with her now, she didn't like being in this depressing place by herself. Sighing, Julia put her scrubs, gloves, and face mask on. After placing her waist-length brown hair into a messy ponytail, she was ready to begin the autopsy. She glanced down at the body and read the toe tag on it. Her name was Ava Cohen, and she was twenty-seven years old.

Ava had shoulder length brown hair that splayed out around her head on the cold, hospital slab. A woman slight of build, she was pretty, but unremarkably so. She had a look of utter contentment on her face…really; she only looked as if she was sleeping. Julia sighed, and began the autopsy by turning the overhead microphone on.

"This is Julia Chang, filling in for Doctor Yomoda today, on December 14, 2004. I will be working on victim Ava Cohen, number 007892," Julia turned away from the body to pick up the scalpel. "First, I will begin with the basic, Y-Incision and…"

As Julia turned, she gasped in horror as the body slowly rose from the platform. Ava grinned wickedly at the frightened Julia before lashing her arm out, and wrapping her cold, vice like fingers around Julia's neck…

The Mishima's were one of the most influential families in Tokyo. They owned a multi million dollar, world renowned corporation, a prestigious high school, (ranked as one of the top ten in the world), a five star hotel, and a hospital with state-of-the-art facilities….Jamie had a feeling that this was where Julia and Xiaoyu were.

He ran as fast as he could towards the hospital. His breath came out in ragged pants, as his heart beat steadfastly to the rhythm of his sneakered feet against the pavement. Pumping out full Nephilim strength, Jamie made it to the hospital in twenty minutes. Lights were on in the windows, and Jamie could see movement, and the bluish glows of televisions in the patient's rooms.

On the outside everything looked appeared normal…but Jamie could sense them…he could sense them stirring…stirring from down below…down where the dead were kept. He had to stop them from reaching the upper levels, and he had to do it fast! Just as he was about to walk in, Jamie heard the clatter of several cans in the alley to the right of him. Quickly, he whirled around and dropped into his fighter's stance.

Oh crap! Just what I don't need! If it's Kazuya, I'm screwed!

However, it wasn't Kazuya who emerged from the shadows…instead it was the mysterious young man with the hooded jacket. Of course, his face was hidden by the jacket's hood.

"You'll never get in that way." He explained in a calm, even tone of voice.

Jamie quickly assessed the situation, he didn't look like he wanted to fight…but that could change in an instant…so Jamie decided to initiate a rather neutral dialogue.

"Uh-huh…well, it's a public building, and there're people inside…chances are that it's not locked."

The man chuckled under his breath. "I didn't mean it that way. You're here to rescue the girl Julia right? The vampires are in the morgue, in the basement of the hospital."

"I know that…which is why I need to get going!" Jamie said, as he started towards the door.

"Do you honestly think that the hospital staff will let you down there? The morgue is a restricted area, it's kept guarded…you may be the Nephilim, but I don't think you can handle twenty, able bodied men."

Jamie was starting to get aggravated. "Why should I even be listening to you?! You're the one who sucker punched me in the side of the head! And how in the hell do you know Julia! Who are you?!" He shouted.

"I had to stop you from what you had planned to do…this issue with Kazuya…it's none of your concern…"

Jamie laughed bitterly. "This issue? This is more then an issue! If Kazuya…"

"Listen, get in there, kill the vampires, save Julia, and leave. Leave Tokyo and never return. If you stay, you'll only suffer the same fate as the last two Nephilim who got involved with this tournament."

"Wait? What?" Jamie asked in disbelief.

Of course he had heard of Patrick Horton's valiant attempts to stop Ogre in the third tournament, but to Jamie's knowledge, Patrick was the only other Nephilim (besides himself) who had entered any of the King of Iron Fist Tournaments. Who was this other mysterious Nephilim? Was this masked man lying? Or was there truth to his words?

Jamie would have liked to find out more, but he knew that he couldn't. Xiaoyu, Julia, and countless others depended on him…he had to go!

"Look, if you're gonna be the mysterious, riddle speaking wise man who always appears at the opportune moments…the least you can do is tell me your name."

"Sorry, can't do that." The man replied with a cruel smirk.

"Fine, then I guess I'll see you the next time I decide I decide to plunge headfirst into certain death." Jamie muttered as he ran into the hospital.

He stood there motionless for several moments, before he took the hood off of his jacket.

"Sayonara, Oni-gurashima…." Jin Kazama murmured as he began to walk off…snow crunching under his feet.

Jamie walked as calmly as he could into the hospital waiting room, he moved to the receptionist's desk, smiled, and began to speak in the most educated, pleasant voice he could muster.

"Hi. I was wondering if you could direct me to the morgue?"

The receptionist looked up from her V.C. Andrews romance novel, and gave Jamie a patented "go to hell" look.

"Do you have an appointment?"

"I'm here to see Miss Julia Chang. I'm a friend of hers and-"

"I'm going to tell you what I told that red head. No one is allowed in the morgue without a pass!" The receptionist immediately slammed the glass window on Jamie's face.

Dejected, Jamie looked around the waiting room and found Hwoarang slouched in one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs. He was reading an old back issue of Bass Fishing monthly. In the seat next to him were two roses…obviously for Julia.

"Hwoarang?" Jamie asked.

The red haired Korean looked up from his magazine and glanced over at Jamie.

"Oh, hey Jamie." He said with an air of aloofness.

Hwoarang moved the flowers off the seat, and allowed Jamie to sit down.

"What brings you here? I heard about your fight, good job. And that should mean a lot coming from me, because I don't give out compliments too often. In fact, just last night I thought that you were just a pus-"

"Thanks," Jamie interrupted. "Listen, have you heard from Julia lately? Or Ling?"

"What?" Hwoarang looked at him strangely. "No, I haven't heard from either of them. I'm just waiting for Jules 'cause she got upset about me laughin' at Steve's nerd herd comment today…so I'm gonna take her out to dinner and stuff…" Hwoarang glared menacingly at Jamie. "And if you tell anyone about this I will kill you!!!"

"Don't worry I won't tell anyone…but listen Hwoarang, something's going on at this hospital. Something that I can't really explain right now but…"

Jamie was interrupted by a loud, ear piercing scream from one of the guards. Gun shots resounded through the hospital…as well as the sounds of nails through flesh. Hairstylists knew the fried egg smell of a new perm, Nephilim knew the thick, coppery stench of blood…which was what the air reeked of. Suddenly, the power cut out, and the hospital was blanketed in instant darkness.

The air was pregnant with screams as people rushed out as soon as possible.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOIN' ON!!" Hwoarang shouted.

"It's happening…oh God…" Jamie muttered, as he immediately sprang out of his chair.

"What? What's happening?!" Hwoarang asked Jamie.

Immediately, two people ran up from the basement stares. They wore white lab coats…stained with blood.

"Jamie…" Hwoarang began.

The vampires glared at Jamie and hissed like agitated cats…exposing their elongated fang teeth.

"Always wondered what the blood of a Nephilim tastes like…looks like I'm gonna get my chance!" One of them shouted.

"I heard that it's thick, hot, and full of spice!" The other added.

"You've been eating way too much Cajun!" Jamie retorted.

"Nepha-what?!" Hwoarang asked.

He didn't have time to get a response when the two vampires ran at them. Jamie immediately started the combat with a jumping spin kick. The blow connected, and hit one of the vampires in the jaw. Hwoarang gasped in amazement as Jamie landed two spins before hitting the ground. The vampire staggered back…jaw broken from the blow. Jamie immediately grabbed him and flung him across the room towards the receptionist's office, now vacant.

To his credit, Hwoarang was doing exceptionally well against the second vampire. He unleashed a flurry of lighting fast round house, and crescent kicks, his combo ended with a devastating axe kick that hit the top of the creature's head. Stunned, the vampire fell, and Hwoarang moved to help Jamie, who had grabbed hold of his stunned vampire, and shoved its head through the receptionist's now open window.

Jamie grabbed the sliding glass, and slammed it down as fast as he could…the makeshift guillotine worked, and the beheaded vampire exploded in blue flame.

"What the…" Hwoarang marveled.

Wordlessly, Jamie put his fist through the glass, breaking it, and then picked up a wickedly long, sharp piece of glass. Hwoarang's stunned vampire was starting to get up…not before Jamie leapt on its back, and lopped its head off.

"Jamie what's going on?!?! What the fuc-"

"Since we're pressed for time let me give you the abridged version. Those were vampires, they're real, in fact, almost every demon you've heard about in stories happen to be real. I'm a Nephilim, I'm supposed to fight these things…I'm here to stop Kazuya…he's unleashed a cadre of vamps to attack here."

"Jamie…Julia…" Hwoarang said at a loss for words.

"I know…I'm here to save her. Long story, but Ling knows what I am. She's here to save Julia too…she came here even though I told her not too."

"Jamie…we've gotta get them out!" Hwoarang exclaimed.

"I know…we don't have a lot of time…let's go!" Jamie exclaimed as they ran down the hall towards the basement.

As they ran they heard a scream emanated from behind two, wooden double doors. A crucifix was displayed on the immediate left wall of the door indicated that this was the chapel. Hwoarang frantically tried the door.

"It's locked!"

"Stand back!" Jamie warned.

Hwoarang did so, and Jamie preformed a side kick on the left door. The door exploded off its hinges in a shower of splinters. Without missing a beat, Jamie entered the chapel with Hwoarang in tow. What they saw was nothing short of appalling. They saw three vampires, two nurses, and a doctor ganging up on Xiaoyu. She began to back up from the approaching demons…clearly; she was on the losing end of this fight. Jamie and Hwoarang had arrived just in time.

Everyone turned as they saw Jamie standing in the threshold.

"We love a good entrance." One of the nurses said, her voice dripping with seduction.

"How're you guys with death scenes?" Jamie asked.

He quickly ran at them with his shard of glass. Hwoarang followed suit. Jamie performed a 360 spin with his arm out, when he landed the nurse's head, fell to the ground…and immediately erupted in blue flames along with the body. As he landed the second nurse shrieked angrily, and tackled Jamie to the ground.

"GET THE HOLY WATER!!!!" Jamie shouted, as he wrestled with the woman vampire.

Xiao quickly to the back of the altar and grabbed a small, glass cruet of the water. She opened the bottle, and poured it liberally on the creature. It screamed, and toppled onto Jamie…it's back sizzling like cooking bacon. Jamie immediately flipped her off of him, and pulled the wooden crucifix off the altar. The vampire, still stunned, stood there as Jamie ran her through with the cross. The creature looked at Jamie in pure rage before erupting into azure fire.

Meanwhile, Hwoarang was busily fighting off the doctor. Jamie was amazed at how well he was doing. He unleashed devilishly fast kicks, and ended with a spinning jump kick.

"The head! Kick off it's head!!" Jamie screamed.

Hwoarang nodded, and performed another spin kick…this time, the head actually fell off! The body, like the others disappeared.

"Like busting a rotten melon." Hwoarang muttered.

"You alright?" Jamie asked Ling.

"I'm fine…I ran in here but I didn't know that they were…waiting." Ling said between pants.

"Okay. Let's get Julia!" Hwoarang proclaimed.

Jamie nodded in agreement, and then looked at Ling.

"Xiao, I know you're injured, but it's much safer if you stick with us." Jamie explained

"Don't worry about me! It's Julia that we have to worry about!"

"Agreed! Let's go!" Jamie proclaimed.

The exited the ruined chapel and made their way down to the basement…down to the very pit of despair.

Jamie never did like hospitals…he always felt uncomfortable and uneasy in them…and this little adventure was not alleviating his fears in the slightest. Still, he had to press on; Julia was counting on him, as were countless others. At first Jamie worried about the other patients, but Xiao had explained to Jamie that at Mishima General, when the power went out, the emergency lock down system initiated…the program takes about a minute to load, so the vampires that had escaped from the morgue couldn't beat the lock down…however, the basement door was badly damaged when they had escaped, so fortunately, it wasn't locked.

The morgue was a complicated mix of endless, frigid halls, and Jamie feared that they would never make it in time…until he heard a scream erupt from a room in the far wall. Jamie opened the door, and found a scene nothing short of appalling. It looked as if a battle had broken out in here, instruments, and other surgical tools lay scattered about.

On the other side of the room, a naked, female vampire held Julia within her grasp. Julia's eyes were wide with fear, and her neck had two small, pin pricks on it. Blood was smeared on the vampire's face, and she grinned viciously.

"Hwoarang!" Julia screamed in terror.

"Julia!!" Hwoarang was about to run to her but Jamie held him back.

"Nephilim huh? Looks more like a brain dead surfer!" The vampire snapped.

"Yeppers! So, you're the host of this little monster mash huh?" Jamie asked.

"Actually, my lord and master Kazuya is the one responsible for this glorious event!"

"Well, consider me the party foul!" Jamie shouted as he lunged at the vampire.

She flung Julia at him, and the two collided to the ground. Jamie helped the stunned girl up, and Hwoarang grabbed her.

"Get out of here! Take Julia out!" Jamie commanded.

Miraculously, they agreed, leaving Jamie with the vampire.

"Let's try this again." Jamie said as he dropped into a fighter stance.

"I'd be honored baby. I'm the girl you've been waiting for all your life." The vampire snarled.

"Thanks, but no! I'm more into girls, who go for a diet consisting of solid food, and y'know, aren't homicidal maniacs." Jamie retorted.

The two fought, in addition to being a vampire, this woman was a world champion at karate…needless to say, Jamie had problems. She was fast, and could unleash attacks before Jamie had a chance to block them. When he did hit her, it did little to no damage. Finally, she back handed the Nephilim, and he was flung across the room, and into the tray of supplies.

Jamie's mind was reeling, and he frantically looked for anything to help him out…his eyes fell on a stainless steel surgical saw.

Not that I'm complaining, but it's just unsettling how they leave this stuff just lying around!

Jamie grabbed the saw and leapt up; in the blink of an eye he revved the engine and ran at the vampire. The saw was an awkward weapon, and with the constant vibration, it was hard for Jamie to aim with it. Finally, he just pulled the saw up, and at an angle…the vampire screamed, and erupted into cerulean flame.

"Whoa…now I've got a new respect for lumberjacks!"

Slowly, Jamie pulled himself up, and met up with Xiao, Hwoarang, and Julia outside. The police started to pull up, and the four got out before they had to deal with the cumbersome tasks of interrogation. Julia was fine…just exceedingly tired, and shaken up. Jamie knew that he would have to explain everything to Hwoarang and Julia…but first they needed to get back to the hotel…to warmth, food, and, most of all, safety.

Authors Note: So what didja think? Please review! and oh, here's the translation to Jin's cryptic comment:

"Sayonara, Oni-gurashima…."

"Good bye, killer of demons"

Pretty cool huh? anyway, i hoped you enjoyed this chappie! give me some feedback please!