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I hope that I'm not to late…mother, please…

Jin Kazama silently pleaded. He ran through the wooded area that surrounded Lee's compound as fast as he could, hopping over small branches and rocks that attempted to trip him up. Originally, Jin's plan was to keep at a distance, and see if the Nephilim could handle himself…if he couldn't, then Jin would have stepped in. All was quiet for the first hour or so…until Jin saw Jamie running down an upstairs hall towards the stairs…running away from his uncle.

Jin could see the fear in the Nephilim's usual cool, confident attitude.

He was terrified.

Unfortunately, Jin didn't mourn the "death" of his uncle…he knew that when someone was turned into a vampire, it wasn't really them. A demon takes over the victim's bodies, and the real soul leaves the body…and he was never really that close with Lee anyway.

Still…something was wrong with Jamie; he wouldn't fight back, and did not dodge the blatantly obvious back hand that Lee gave him. When Jin saw Jamie struggle across the floor after his fall from the stairs, he decided that it was time for him to intervene…so, here he was, running as fast as his legs could carry him towards the house, ready to save the Nephilim…ready to fulfill the promise he had made to his deceased friend Mark.

A Nephilim's no good to anyone dead! Even though another one is activated as soon as the previous one dies, it may take months to find, and properly train him…the Nephilim line does not discriminate who it chooses, so one must literally travel the world to search for him…

Mark's words echoed through Jin's mind as he kicked down the door to the house…the place was in shambles…it literally looked as if World War III had erupted in his Uncle Lee's foyer. The elegant carpet on the stairs was rumpled, and lying in a pile on the floor…and Jin noticed several drops of fresh blood on the pristine, white tile.

This looks bad…

Slowly, Jin walked cautiously over the broken glass into the library…nothing could prepare him for what he was about to find, and even he, steel hearted, stone faced Jin Kazama managed to gasp in shock. The library was trashed…a bookshelf was shattered to pieces, spilling a kaleidoscope of colorful books onto the floor. A shattered wine glass lay in a corner…on top of black ashes…Jin knew of vampires, and knew what happened to them when they were killed…

Lying in the center of the room was Jamie. He lay on his stomach with his arms and legs sprawled out. His hair was a tangled mess, and his left hand was a mass of dried blood…bits of glass stuck out from it…the wound looked awful, and Jamie's hand held the appearance of raw hamburger meat.

Am I too late?

Jin cautiously stepped forward and examined Jamie's body. Gingerly, he rolled the Nephilim over. His face was a complicated mass of cuts and bruises, as he moved him, Jamie groaned lightly.

"You're alive…you are much more resilient then I thought." Jin murmured.

Jamie was still unconscious, and didn't look like he would wake up anytime soon. Gently, Jin lifted Jamie in his strong arms, and carried him out of the mansion, and into the darkness of the night…

Footsteps…Jamie could hear them…loud…pounding…echoing through the night. He heard crunching leaves and someone breathing…hard and ragged…panting, as if out of breath. As Jamie began to slowly awaken; his senses started to come back to him.

Primarily pain.

His throbbing body screamed at him that he had pushed himself to the limits. His head felt like it was caught in the merciless grip of an iron vice, and the rest of his person felt thick with bruises. It was by some miracle that he was still alive and he would have to thank his lucky stars…

Who came up with that phrase anyway?

Jamie found himself wandering.

Suddenly, the moving stopped, and Jamie felt himself being set down. The ground felt rough…rough with foliage and cold with traces of snow. The cold felt somewhat soothing on his bruises…but it snapped him out of his trips in and out of consciousness.

"You're finally awake. Don't worry. You're powers will return within twelve hours…science can't totally dissipate a Nephilim's strength." A somewhat familiar voice said.

"Who are you?" Jamie murmured.

Slowly, Jamie's eyesight began to adjust to the darkness, and he began to become aware of his surroundings. He was in the woods…just outside of Tokyo. He had sprinted through these woods just over an hour ago on the way to Lee's mansion. Had it really only been an hour ago? It felt like an eternity.

Jamie's cobalt eyes glanced over at the form still in the shadows. The person walked forward, and into the pale moon's light. At first, Jamie could only focus on his face.

No…Oh no…Kazuya…no…

Jamie let out a gasp of terror and began to scoot backwards…after all, he was currently without his powers and badly wounded.

"Wait! I'm not him! I know I look like him but…" Jin trailed off, trying to find the right words. "I'm not." He murmured softly.

Jamie began to take the man's form in more closely, and realized that he was right. This man had somewhat wider, kinder eyes…a stark contrast to Kazuya's harsh, cold, narrow ones. This young man had his black hair slicked back, but his bangs had escaped from the gel, and leaving soft, wispy strands on his forehead…he also wore a hooded sweatshirt…a hooded sweatshirt with flames on it.

"Please, don't be scared. I'm here to protect you." He said as he began to walk forward.

"Protect me huh? You're the guy who blindsided me, with that punch to the side of my head, and the guy who told me to get out of Tokyo last night! Are you new at this job of protection? 'Cause you sure do suck!" Jamie retorted.

"None of your trademark American Sarcasm can help you now Nephilim! If it wasn't for me you'd be dead!"

In spite of the pain, Jamie managed to laugh. "What?! Thanks to you I got chucked off a roof!"

Jin lowered his eyes. "I'm truly sorry for that. You must understand that I want nothing to do with my father…"

The woods fell silent as Jamie's eyes widened in shock. Kazuya's son?! Then could this be…

"Jin Kazama?" Jamie whispered, almost reverently.

"Hai. I am Jin. Kazuya Mishima is my father."

"Then…if you don't want to help him, why did you hit me that night?" Jamie asked.

Jin was silent for a moment, and Jamie debated whether or not to ask him again, but before he could, Jin began to speak.

"I hated everything about my Mishima heritage…I still do…and I will never forgive them for the horrible things that they've done to me, my family, and the world. Heihachi, Lee, and at one time, Kazuya…I hated them…I hated them all. To me, looking in their faces was like looking into the face of pure evil. During the 3rd tournament…I had witnessed my grandfather's cruel nature first hand when he unleashed Ogre from his prison…I watched that monster kill a 16 year old boy while my grandfather looked on and laughed! After I killed Ogre, I went to Brisbane Australia…I wanted to be left alone. I just wanted to drop off the face of the Earth and be one of those people in the nameless abyss of humanity. While I was in Australia, I took a job as an instructor at an old dojo in my neighborhood…and that's where I met Mark." Jin sighed and closed his eyes.

"Mark?" Jamie asked.

"He was my age, and one of the head instructors of the school. He was half Aborigine, and incredibly tough…almost remarkably so. When we would spar, he would almost always beat me, and make it look so easy…even when I did hit him, his bruises would heal almost instantly. Anyway, he lived at the dojo with the sensei, and always acted really strange. He kept strange hours at night, sometimes leaving in the middle of classes. He would give the sensei a look, and then excuse himself…and he would always carry a several holy water vials, and a religious cross with him. One night, I followed him, and he…"

"Saved you huh?" Jamie interrupted, starting to get the picture.

Jin nodded. "Yes. From a vampire attack. That night, he told me everything…much like you told Ling, Hwoarang, and Julia. He explained that he was a Nephilim, a young man chosen to stand against the forces of darkness, and how when the previous Nephilim died, he had inherited the gift. I told him about Patrick (the participant in the third tournament) and about the Devil Gene in my body. The sensei at the school also knew what Mark was, and owned a collection of books on demonology. To make a long story short, Mark and the sensei helped me find ways to curb the Devil Gene through intense training and rituals, and I, in turn, helped Mark fight the forces of darkness. I learned that the gene, although not completely curable, can be suppressed…and I…I began to have hope for my father."

"So, that's why you stopped me…" Jamie mused.

"Yes. If I can just reach him…maybe I can help suppress the gene…he…he was different back before Devil took control…when my mother was around…" Jin managed to choke out.

"And Mark?" Jamie asked.

"We were supposed to enter the fourth tournament together…we were supposed to stop Heihachi together, but my grandfather intervened…he summoned a werewolf to take us both out. We killed it…but Mark was bit. He was going to become one of them…and rather then suffer that fate…he asked me to kill him…and I did…" Jin blurted, as if it was hard to say.

"I'm sorry." Jamie murmured. "And he asked you to protect the latest Nephilim right?"

"Yes. You." Jin stated simply.

"Me? You mean that…Mark was my predecessor?!" Jamie asked in disbelief.

In the Nephilim world, there was countless information that the Chosen One was not privy to. One of those facts happened to were that a Nephilim was not supposed to know anything about their predecessor…unless it was absolutely necessary. The Council felt that if the Nephilim knew how their forerunner had met their demise, they would lose faith in their abilities and become too timid to fight…thus, getting them killed.

The only things that Jamie knew about his forerunner was the fact that he was from Australia, and died on June 27th 2002…almost two months after Jamie's sixteenth birthday (May 8th 1986) and the day he was called.

As for the Kazuya situation Jin was right. People with the Devil Gene could be helped…but someone in Kazuya's circumstances, where the Devil had completely taken over…was essentially a lost cause. Eventually, the Devil, and the host's mind eventually merge, making the former occupant one with the demon…basically, Kazuya was a lost cause, was to be "taken care of" immediately.

Jamie was about to tell Jin just that when he began to feel dizzy…like the world was spinning…suddenly, a low static filled his ears, his face grew flush, and frigid at the same time. He began to vomit violently.

"Jamie. You're body is rejecting Lee's serum." Jin said happily.

This was the last thing he heard before abruptly passing out again.

Jin picked Jamie up again, and realized that the Nephilim couldn't be taken to the hospital. There would be too many questions asked, and to much attention drawn to the situation. Jamie's body was starting to discard Lee's serum, and this meant that his powers were returning.

By tomorrow he would be fine.

Jin decided that the best place for Jamie to be was his hotel room, so he carried Jamie to it. Digging through the Nephilim's pocket, he took out the keycard, and opened the door. He was going to put Jamie in his bed and leave…hoping that no one would see him…he was wrong. Jin opened Jamie's door, and unexpectedly saw three sets of eyes fixate immediately on the door.

"Jamie?!" Ling asked as she turned.

Then, everything went silent as Xiaoyu, Julia, and Hwoarang stared in disbelief at the silent, Jin, (whom they hadn't heard from or seen in two years), and the fallen Nephilim…

Author's Note: Phew! That was a long, and tough chappie to write! I'm trying to get better at emotional scenes and stuff. Sorry the last couple of chapter's haven't exactly been great…I've had a lot of stress with the holidays and exams. But that shouldn't stop you from reviewing! PPPLLLLEEEAAAAZZZZEEEEEE REEEVIIIIIEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWW! Oh, and I checked my stats, and it says that I'm on the author alert, and the favorite thingie…neat-o torpedo!!! I hope everyone had some fun, happy holidays! New Years is coming so we'll all have to party like it's on sale for $19.99!!!!!!