Sitting around the oak dinner table, Duane, Overhaul, and Xavier all ate breakfast. Duane raised an eyebrow. "So do Hack and Slash operate on frequency with normal beings?" Just then, a woman walked out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel and a towel over her hair, looked to the three men, before dashing off to the room. Duane blinked. "Okay... what the fuck?" Duane raised an eyebrow.

"That was Slash." Xavier said calmly. "What Duane, an esteemed 'womanizer' like yourself couldnt tell that under the very tight leather suit that the twins wear, that they were girls?" He nearly smiled but spoke so bitterly that his words were spoken as if to insult Duane's intelligence.

Duane replied rather impartially, probably could have been taken more-so as apathetic "I knew they were twins but... not really that they were girls. It's not exactally something I go out of my way to find out." Although he definately felt like it was something he'd go out of his way to find out more about.

"Anyway Duane." Overhaul spoke up. "What exactally is your plan? Today we need to take action, we only have a short timeframe for this."

Bringing some eggs to his mouth, Duane didnt bother to finish chewing before he started talking. "Well... Vampires like to travel in groups, and this village has to be big enough that they can feed and overpower them as well. I think that we should go in there. Lure a small group of them out. And fuck them up quite franctly."

"You realy expect them to fall for that?" Xavier replied. "They're Vampires, not sharks."

"Yes, and like sharks." Duane continued. "They are lured to blood." He finished what was on his plate then stood up. "You see... we lure them out. A damsel alone on the street makes the vampires figure, easy prey. Then two or three, or all of us jump out. We bust up two or three of them. Just to send a message."

Overhaul was the first to speak up. "I dont really like the sound of that."

"Why not?" Duane quizzically spoke. "You're a big guy. Im sure you can manage yourself in a fight. Dont believe those silly vampire tv shows. Not all vampires can throw a guy like a football. Its quite the opposite. Vampires possess unique and interesting abilities much like mutants or some aliens. Trust me. We can take a few vampires."

Xavier looked at Duane. "You're a fool. You dont know anything of what you're getting us into. What if somebody is to get hurt."

Duane shook his head. "Well, i thought it was common sense but if we need to point it out. Dont pick any fights you're sure you cant win." He loaded his plate into the dishwasher. "Finish up, we've got a small meeting before we make our first venture into town."

It was roughly fifteen minutes before anyone else joined Duane in the living room. It was overhaul, dressed like he was ready for a war. Xavier, then hack and slash, all arived in their uniform that would be originally described as status quo.

Xavier, as if on que was the first to speak up. "You're dressed like you're ready to go to the beach." His words were critical, and they clearly and obviously meant to be insulting.

Duane stood up and smirked. "Well, I suggest you all do the same."

"Are you crazy?" Xavier responded.

"Most days... you could be the judge. But there is a method to my madness." He said.

Overhaul looked curiously "Do you want us to go get changed Duane?"

Duane nodded and Xavier somewhat snapped a reply. "And what exactally is the sudden need for all this casual attire."

Duane looked "Well, you can go in with your sword on your back, paint a huge fucking target on your back Xavier. But dont come crawling back to big daddy duane when you're getting ass-fucked by two vampires who decided to have a little fun before dinner time."

Xavier gave duane a cold stare. Overhaul left to change and soon after Xavier decided to do the same. Duane looked at hack and slash. "Do you two have any clothing you could consider normal?" They just nodded, and vanished. Duane stood around, he clapped his hands and nodded. "Okay good team, we'll um meet at the humvee, okay?"

Duane stood up against the hummer, his long black hair flowing in the wind. He wore a white t-shirt and a lengthy pair of khaki shorts that hung to just over his knee. First was overhaul to walk out, the mammoth black man wore a black tank-top and a pair of bluejeans.

Next to walk out was hack, or slash... he wasnt sure. She had short black hair, but her bangs hung down over her eyes, She wore a black T-shirt and a skirt that went about knee length. She just stood there kind of shyly. Then the other twin walked out, wearing a blue t-shirt, and a pair of bluejeans. Her hair though was long and black. Duane instantly deducted that this was the one who walked out of the bathroom.

Last was Xavier, wearing a unique button up shirt, and some black pants. Duanes team was assembled. "Okay, some ground rules. Number one: Dont start any fights. Okay? We need to just get ourselves aquainted with the town, maybe set up shop in an inn or something. Okay? Just so we can see what this little village is like. The Vampires wont venture out till night, thats when we'll hit the bar. Rule Number two: and I stress this very much. Do NOT under any circumstances draw any extra attention to ourselves than we need. I locked up my precious Desert Eagles in their cases. I'd ask you all bring no weapons, we're just passing through town. If anything, the more insignificant we make ourselves seem, the beter."

Xavier shook his head. "Yet, a large back hummer will make them notice us so much less."

"Sarcasm? Wow, and I was starting to think annoying was your only tone of voice."

Xavier stepped forward but overhaul stopped him. "Cut it out. Listen, I dont know much about killing or even anything 'bout vampires. But we gotta keep solid as a team. The hummers are the only thing we got. We just cant bring any odd attention. Nothing that would give away why we're there."

Duane nodded. "Exactally. Hell, if anything, the less significant we make ourselves out to be. The easier it will be to make the vampires consider us as a target. Now everybody in. Any questions I will answer on the way." Duane walked around the front seat of the vehicle and once everyone was seated and ready. He pulled out of the driveway.

Vincent and Jennifer were being kept in one cell on the spaceship that the aliens were using as their base of operations on earth. Jennifer was so tired, she hadn't slept since she woke up. And Vincent, well he never looked like he slept in the first place. Jennifer looked like she had no hope as she sat there. "They're never going to save us. We're screwed. So fucking screwed!"

Vincent looked to her, but said nothing. Vincent just sighed. And sat down on the same bed. He'd been having weird visions. But not like he usally had them. Usually his visions we're quick vignettes, short's of what was to come. But these dreams were like major motion pictures in his brain. And so far they'd all come true.

Jennifer looked "How can you be so none compliant. How the hell can you seem so apathetic?"

Vincent shrugged. "I've lost all I ever cared about. Until you and the group came along. Really, I'd had no reason to go on from day to day. Other than to make sure that what was right in the world stayed that way. I could care less if I die, or if anyone dies for that matter."

Jennifer blinked. "What do you mean?"

Vincent blinked and looked at her, not replying right away, within a few moments he looked away. "Nothing.."

Sitting closer to Vincent, Jennifer looked curious now. "What? You can tell me, im your friend Vincent."

He shook his head. "No, its nothing, dont worry about it." Vincent spoke quickly, trying to get off the subject of him. Jennifer wasnt giving up.

"Vince, its okay you know." Jennifer tried to be friendly about it but Vincent wouldn't budge. She just shrugged. "Sorry... You dont have to talk about it if you dont want to."

She sat down, defeated after their little verbal skirmish. And sighed. "When you said you lost everything you ever cared about. It just kinda, made me realize how I felt about myself. I mean, I've only ever loved two men. And both of them died that night, when we beat Deftain."

Vincent raised an eyebrow. "James I know, but who else?"

Jennifer smirked and tried not to cry but she couldnt hold her tears back. "Well, only a few people know this, and ... two of the three of them are dead. But back in highschool. Duane and I dated, he was my first love you know. Highschool sweethearts. We dated for a good 4-5 years. But one night, I kind of cheated on him, then he cheated on me and then it just escalated and escalated. And I didnt see him again. Until..."

Vincent now seemed very interested. "Until when?"

Jennifer rubbed the tears away from her eyes. "The day I joined the team... Kind of a bad day, I remember it exactally. You see, I'd ran into Lauren, who was James's ex wife... thats a long story in its self. But anyway, she and I were friends in high school. Then she introduced me to James, a man she met at college. Who was head of this super-team.

Now at the time of course, i wasn't any hero. Infact, I was earning a living making small crimes and meaningless roberies. A dime here, a dime there right. But I joined them, feeling doing good would make up for doing bad. And heh, I walked into that headquarters for the first time."

Vincent was interested. "What was it like for you?"

"It was good at first, it was all so surreal. Like i was living in a comic book or something. Then I saw him."

"Duane?" Vincent questioned.

"Yeah... He looked at me, and I remember his exact words, it was like his last words to me, previous to this event. "Who the fuck forgot to throw out the trash."

Vincent blinked. "Harsh..."

"Compared to what he called me in the past... not really." Jennifer continued. "See, Duane and I, after that event still remained pretty good friends, after we were forced to sit down and have a talk... which ended up being more than a talk. But yeah, we both decided that it was long past due break up sex." She laughed a little bit, shaking her head. "And then we were okay after that. Duane was back to his wise cracking but skilled ways and I was back to doing what I do best."

Vincent nodded. "So... Duane and James." He shook his head. "Two birds with one stone."

Jennifer looked at him angrily, snapping her neck up, but took a deep breath. Assuming he didnt mean it as cruely as it came out. "In a cryptic way, yes."

"Eh... I was fourteen. And, I mean, I was by no way a popular kid in high school. But my girlfriend, she was the most beautiful creature that god could have ever fathomed. She was so perfect, so angelic, so... brilliant. And, we walked home from school one day."

It was Jennifers turn to listen. And she did, intently. Knowing Vincent was telling her something that he'd probably not told many people, if anyone. But she smiled deeply on the inside. To know he was confiding in her.

"She walked ahead, I had to tie my shoe... and I had this vision, my first precognative vision. It was so blurry... it was someone, walking onto a road... and just a quick snap then I was looking up and it was like an instant replay. She was walking to cross the road. I stood up but that snap was the sound of her body being hit by the speeding transit bus... I'll never forget what It looked like to see her body contort and bounce off the bus like it was a marionette or somehing."

Jennifer blinked. She had no idea, she looked to him. "Vincent, I am.. wow, Im so sorry."

"Apologies are pointless at this point. I've killed ,and i've killed, and i've killed. All to avenge her. To right the world of its wretched darkness. All to realize, at this very moment, as I sit in this cell. That i've done more bad than ever before I started. I've done nothing." Vincent spoke somewhat passionately of his little epiphony

"Now thats not true!" Jennifer spoke quickly. "You were a main reason we stopped deftain. If we never would have found you. Its very probable that the world would be ruled by a psychopathic wizard at this moment."

Vincent sighed "Yeah, but the aliens would still be attacking. No rights have came from this."

"Hey! It wouldnt be our problem if you didnt help. And we're going to solve this problem too Vince! Just have hope!"

Jennifer was optimistic her friends would find them, and free them. And save the day. Vincent just sighed. All he wanted to do was cry. He'd lost everything and now he felt like the efforts he took to rid the world of the demons and the evil that plagued it was so pointless, because of the way he did it, it made him no better than the small time goon, or the big time crime-lord. Either way, both of them sat in their cell and contemplated the future. One with slightly optimistic hopes of the future, the other with regret and sorrow filled inside his soul.