Author's Note: Hey again! I know that I'm usually insane, and wind up filling a paragraph with my author's notes…but I don't have much to say this time around…Oh, except that I highly appreciate everyone's support and reviews. Oh, and I want to especially thank my latest reviewer krappkarmin…I appreciate what you wrote, and I'm sorry that I didn't do the right pairing of Steve…to be perfectly honest I never thought much about Miharu, but she's pretty cool. I also always saw the whole Christie and Eddy relationship more as a brother/sister/good friends dealie…but that's just me. But thanks for your compliments, and critiques (thanks for keeping it friendly) and please don't let that deter you from reviewing still! Oh, and to everyone…PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!! (Hey, I filled up a paragraph this time like normal!)

Home.

As Jamie opens his eyes his senses are suffused by the atmosphere of home that surrounds him. Skater, punk rock( on the monster home entertainment center that Justin couldn't seem to do without) floats up to him along with the scent of something cooking.

Barbeque…he thinks.

Or not thinks exactly, so much as registers, 'cause thinking would require way to much effort. Sunday then, with barbeque and skater punk music. Could it really be the afternoon? Justin Parker wasn't much of a cook, but he was excellent around a grill. His ribs and steaks were to die for, and he rarely barbequed unless he was expecting company…True, Jamie could hear laughter, and dozens of voices from his backyard…but he didn't want to leave his bed.

Warm, warm, delightful bed…

The sheets smell fresh and clean and he burrows a little deeper under them, enjoying the feeling of the cotton against the side of his face. A strand of his hair is across his face and it tickles his nose so that he must blow it away with a puff of breath.

It's bliss, really, but somehow he cannot slip back into unconsciousness. Sleep has fled now and though he is warm and content, his mind has begun the day already without his cooperation. A lazy grin steals across his face, and lazily, he opens his eyes.

Jamie's room has a sliding glass door that opens onto a small porch, and looks out to the backyard, and the ocean beyond…and he sees the smoke from the grill curling up towards the too bright sky. It is bright outside, but strangely, he feels no breeze.

Jamie realizes that his alarm clock has numbers on it, but he can't read them. He blinks several times, convinced that it must be late morning, or early afternoon because of the barbequing and the party outside…skaters don't typically come to events early, as they are sleeping, and/or hung over from the previous night.

Suddenly, Jamie's vision seems to clear-though there wasn't anything wrong with it before-and the numbers on the alarm clock read "12:00".

Power's out, Jamie thinks. But he knows it can't be, because then where is the music coming from?

His bliss ripples like the wind across the surface of a pond. With a sigh, he gets up from his bed and walks over to the sliding glass doors. Vaguely aware that he is only wearing a pair of knee length basketball shorts, he walks outside anyway. The glass doors open, and he leans against the black, metal rail of his deck, like a king surveying his kingdom.

Everyone is here.

Pro skaters, distant family members, his friends who helped him with Nephilim duties, Robbie, Maureen, and Mina…even his friends from the Tournament. Justin holds a beer in one hand, and watches the grill. Everyone shouts and waves at Jamie…who smiles and waves back.

These are his friends. This would probably be one of the best parties he'd ever been to…so why did he suddenly get a sense of foreboding.

At the crowds' reaction, Justin Parker turned, and waved at his brother. Smiling, Jamie walked down the narrow, winding staircase from his balcony and down towards the crowd.

"You're finally up!" Justin exclaimed with gentle mocking. "The sound of BBQ luring you outta bed huh" Justin embraced Jamie with a "guy hug"

He seemed exuberant…what was the occasion?

"What's going on Jus, all these people? It's like everyone we've ever known?" Jamie asked.

"Big things are starting to happen lil' brother." Justin said.

"Wait…this isn't real is it Justin…I'm not home, I'm in Tokyo, and you're on tour…I'm in the fighting tournament…how did-" Jamie began before Justin cut him off.

"Yup, big things're happenin'." He said in somewhat of a singsong voice.

"Justin…what's going on?"

"It's kind of like a farewell party for you Jamie. We wouldn't wanna miss it!" Hwoarang exclaimed.

"Farewell party…I'm not going anywhere." Jamie said.

"I just figgered out what you were Jamie. I'd've loved to 'elp ya, but it looks like it's too late for both you, and your brother." Steve explained.

The wind started to pick up…and suddenly, storm clouds began to gather.

"Justin…what's-" Jamie didn't finish before Justin turned, and glared at Jamie with a hateful, spiteful stare.

"No matter what you try to do, you can't stop them from killing me!" He glared angrily at Jamie, and shoved him roughly. "All tricked out with your fancy powers, and you let him figure out you're one weakness. It doesn't matter how hard you try Jamie, they'll-"

He didn't finish before the vampire leapt on him, and went for the jugular…the vampire looked familiar with its white hair.

"JUSTIN!!!!! NO!!!!!!" Jamie shouted.

He moved to pull Lee off of his brother, but found a strong hand grabbing his shoulder. The hand turned him around…it was Kazuya!

"American Nephilim…" He said with a smile.

Jamie's eyes were wide with fear…he tried to struggle and get out, but he couldn't…Justin's cries for help began to bore a hole into Jamie's skull.

"What? No witty banter? Y'know I've been saving up so much nostalgia from our last visit, and I must say that I'm crushed…oh well…" With that Kazuya morphed into a purple demon with huge, bat like wings.

He turned the Nephilim around again to witness his brother Justin's final seconds of living. Vampires, on occasion, could be very savage with their kills, and Lee spared no expense. In an instant, Lee's blood stained mouth burrowed into Justin's mangled neck…and ripped out something red…his jugular.

Justin Parker's blood spilled everywhere in a crimson shower…on Jamie's face, in his hair…Finally, Kazuya laughed, and twisted the Nephilim's neck…hard…Jamie heard the sharp crack, and actually could see for several seconds Devil's face, as he grinned exuberantly.

Then, mercifully, everything faded to black…

Jamie Parker awoke with a jolt, and a terrible scream. Suddenly, the room came into focus. The lobby…the nice, safe, lobby...

It was a dream…it was only dreams…take a deep breath and relax Jamie…

His breath came out in ragged pants, and his clothes were drenched in sweat…sure, it was only a dream, but if felt so real…what had happened? What was Justin saying about him letting Kazuya kill him…what just went down? Sighing, Jamie decided he needed to get upstairs and call his brother. Just to check in, and see if everything was alright…then he'd go to the gym to blow off some tension…and maybe, while he was at it, force the puzzle pieces of his dream together…

Author's Note: Look, I know this was a short, and slightly disturbing chappie…but in order for the story to flow a bit better, I needed to break the dream, and Jamie's training session into two chappies. Please don't hate me for it! Cuz I love you all!! Anyway, please review…I luv's my reviews!!!!!!