Author's Note: Hey everyone! Thanks a bunch for reviewing my story! Wow, I can't believe that people like it a lot! Seriously, this is my first fanfic! Anyway, I'm sorry it took me so long to update…I'm on x-mas break, and I had to drive to my parent's house (I'm a freshman in college) in Texas…I go to college in Tennessee, so it was like, a two day drive…but I'm here now, and ready to give you another chappie!!!! Oh, and special thanks to everyone who took the time to review please keep at it!

Lee's domineering form loomed over a wide eyed Jamie who struggled to get the broken door off of him…the door was a heavy oak one, and while, with his Nephilim powers Jamie could quickly brush it off…as a regular human being, Jamie found it next to impossible. Still, he had to try.

His powers were gone, as of right now; he was just plain, ordinary, Jamie Parker…with the strength of an average eighteen year old…but he couldn't dwell on it now…for he had no time! Slowly, groaning and sweating, Jamie managed to pull himself out from under the door…which slammed to the ground, making a deafening noise as it hit the tile.

Catching his breath, Jamie fumbled in his pocket and pulled out one of his throwing stars as Lee began to advance on him. The star felt somewhat heavy, and awkward in his hand, and this worried Jamie…normally, these weapons felt paper thin, and he could throw them quickly, efficiently, and with deadly accuracy.

That was then, this was now.

Jamie threw the star, hoping to hit Lee's face…instead it sailed right past him, and into the darkness of the hallway beyond. Lee laughed, and in an instant, lunged at Jamie…locking him in his deadly embrace. Jamie struggled and fought, but to no avail.

"This time, I REALLY get to taste you!" Lee murmured, voice dripping with a mixture of malice and lust.

In desperation, Jamie continued to struggle with the vampire…until realizing that that tactic would not prove as effective. He felt Lee's fetid breath on his neck, and his ivory fangs graze his neck…then, at the last second, Jamie pulled out a wooden crucifix. Lee hissed in fury and let Jamie go, as he held the cross in his outstretched hand.

In an effort to avoid the holy relic, Lee moved into the bathroom, leaving Jamie to stand in the hall. Not wasting any time, Jamie dashed down the halls, turning this way and that, his breath pounding through his lungs.

Jamie hadn't been "normal" in two years…he had to get used to his body again, and realize that it had severe limitations, and wasn't built to take a lot of damage as it had been when he was Chosen. He was sprinting down the halls now, and for a normal person, was running rather fast…but to Jamie, he felt like he was running through Jell-o.

Lee was hot on Jamie's heels, and Jamie knew that eventually, he was going to catch him. The white haired suddenly lashed his hands out, and slammed Jamie against a wall, stunning him. The wall rattled noisily as several fragile objects shattered when they hit the floor.

"Uh oh…this doesn't look good for our hero." Lee whispered he closed the gap between himself and the shaken Jamie.

Jamie began to step back, but Lee was on him in a blur. Quickly, Lee backhanded Jamie down a flight of stairs, each step more agonizing then the last. After what seemed like an eternity, he landed in a heap at the bottom of the stairs.

"….Auuuugggghhhhh…." Jamie groaned.

It was so tempting for him to give up then…the edges of his mind were hazy with fatigue…Jamie didn't even want to think how many of his brain cells were innocently slaughtered. However, rapid healing or not, Jamie knew that he had to press on. Millions were counting on him, and besides, he refused to die this way!

He struggled towards Lee's library, which was to the immediate left of the staircase. He limped pitifully towards the room, Lee's laughter a driving force to keep Jamie going. He had to hurry; Lee would get tired of gloating soon, and attack him.

There had to be some way to stop Lee, some way…without strength, Jamie would have to combat him with his mind…as Jamie glanced frantically around the room for a weapon, his eyes fell on Lee's half empty glass of wine, still sitting on the table….and slowly, the wheels in his head began to turn… Jamie had to act fast, and he prayed that it his idea would work…it had too! Or else there'd be a new Nephilim in town.

Several seconds later, Lee thundered down the stairs. Jamie turned abruptly, standing next to Lee's wine glass…the act was finished…he could only hope that Lee would fall for it.

"Look at you. Battered, bruised, broken, and terrified," Lee said, as he sauntered towards the crouching Jamie. "I love it!" Lee chuckled.

He back handed Jamie again, and it launched the Nephilim into one of the bookcases.

"I've finally done something my brother could not! I've killed a Nephilim! And it didn't take any spells, potions, or demon hordes to do it! Just science: a combination of muscle relaxants, and tranquilizers to gentle you down." Lee said as he reached for his wine glass. "Now, you're just like everybody else. Isn't it just what you wanted?"

Lee lifted his wine glass. "To the glorious life and the painful death of a proud warrior! Jamie, I drink to you!"

Lee downed the wine, and then set his drink on the coffee table.

"I may take pity on you, I might turn you…" Lee stopped, and clutched his stomach in pain. "What?! What's going on?" He asked through fits of gagging.

Steam began to emanate from Lee's stomach. Never breaking his gaze, Jamie wordlessly reached into his pocket, and pulled out a bottle of holy water…the bottle was empty. Lee's eyes widened with fear and his face contorted in pure agony…as his blood began to boil and his insides started to melt.

"If I was at full Nephilim power, I'd be punning right now." Jamie said in a low, monotone voice.

Indigo flames shot from Lee's eyes and mouth as he began to burn…his screams echoing in the spacious mansion. Ironically, the flames were purified, and would only burn unholy things…it wasn't uncommon for vampires to leave objects behind...which was what had happened to Lee.

As quiet as a ghost, Jamie walked over to the ashes of Lee's body, and gingerly picked up the tiny, blue, computer disk.

This might be useful, I'd better…

Jamie didn't finish, battered, and bruised, he finally succumbed to his many wounds, and collapsed to the ground…