Chapter Three: Old Friends…New Enemies…

Author's Note: Hey again! Sorry it took soooo long to update! But school's being a bitch lately…and for some reason my inspiration for this story is startin' to go south…don't worry, I will finish it…I just need to get some shit together and really figure out what to do. I think I started it too fast or something…anyway, if anyone has any suggestions please feel free to let me here it! Oh, and this chappie is where you get some insight more about some of my other OC characters! Enjoy!

With his enhanced hearing, he could listen to the party going on from across the island…and The Fallen Nephilim hated it. The laughing, the music, to him, it felt like nails grating across a chalk board.

He was cranky from dimensional travel and had the jet lag from hell to prove it…he was starved…and the henchmen that Dr. Abel had sent to assist him were all new borne vampires and prattled on annoyingly about how they were going massacre all these people…leave no survivors…and all that crap.

"Fine, take whoever you want but remember, don't underestimate the Nephilim. He's nineteen now and there's a reason he's lived this long!" Jamie grumbled.

His raven's feather, bluish black hair whipped lightly in the night breeze. He and his posse of twenty or so vampires walked down the once familiar streets towards his old neighborhood. Somewhere in his cold, evil heart, Jamie felt a sense of nostalgia for the place.

In his dimension, he had died at eighteen…try as he might, Jamie could not hold onto his angelic form…he collapsed in sheer exhaustion…yet, he still clung to a bit of life…and Devil, in his infinite mercy had Turned him into a creature of the night. Apparently, as an extra precaution, Devil had brought several vampires into the dimension he created to face off with Jamie. They had hid in the shadows and were instructed to only come out when the battle was over…and they did…

Jamie didn't remember much about his Awakening…apparently, the dimension dissipated and he, Devil's vampire army, and Devil himself attacked his former friends waiting for the battle to be over.

Julia, Steve, Christie, and Jin were killed (Devil absorbed Jin's demonic power…destroying him). Xiaoyu and Hwoarang were the only ones who survived…Jamie did remember that he did kill his brother.

Some times, he felt remorse for what had happened…after all, he truly did love his brother, and had he been able to go back, he would have Turned Him…but when you awaken for the first time, the bloodlust is insane…you literally go mad with the hunger…

Fifteen minutes of walking lead the posse of vampires to the gate to Jamie's neighborhood. Street lights were on, but the party was happening further down the road…near the community pool…

He could feel them all…their throbbing pulses and boiling blood. His fangs slid down and his stomach grumbled angrily.

"Alright! Take what you can! Remember don't underestimate the Nephilim or his friends! And above all else," Jamie turned and grinned at his troops. "Let's try to have some fun!"

Tiki torches lit up the night sky, as popular, yet non offensive music blared from the community pool's speakers. Jamie didn't see the need for the pool…after all, they lived right on the water…but apparently some of the realtors thought it would make the neighborhood look more "classy" with a nice, esthetically pleasing, pool.

They had set it up while Jamie and the others were away at school, and he supposed that it looked nice…but it seemed awfully unnecessary. The pool itself was about two sizes smaller then a standard Olympic style one. It was about nine feet deep, and enclosed in brick and black iron. A pavilion was built on the other side of the pool where the party actually took place. In addition to several picnic tables, the pavilion also possessed a grill, and a smoker.

Jamie actually decided to dress up for the occasion (well, to the best of his ability) he wore a dark pink polo shirt that he found at Hot Topic on sale, and a nice pair of jeans.

"So, do ya think anything's gonna happen?" A distinctly female voice murmured discreetly in Jamie's ear.

Jamie turned and found his friend Kim Sueng Mina (Mina to her friends) standing behind him. Mina's father owned the Tae Kwon Do school that Jamie and the others often frequented…it served a variety of purposes…from taking classes…to a means of gainful employment (Jamie and Mina were instructors…Maureen and Robbie worked at the school's store), to meeting for all things paranormal going on in their small resort town.

The school had been attacked plenty of times before, and if Jamie were to be attacked anywhere, by any kind of demonic force, then he preferred being accosted at the school. It had plenty of equipment and weaponry at his disposal.

Mina and her parents moved to Treasure Island in the beginning of the Nephilim's junior year…right around the time when he first became the Nephilim. Robbie and Maureen had known what he was, and originally, they were going to keep it at that…until Jamie had saved Mina from a group of screaming Holoch demons.

Surprisingly, she had done fairly well fending off her attackers, but Jamie knew she couldn't kill them…so he took care of that aspect. She was a fourth degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do…and had been taking dance lessons since she could walk. Other then the Nephilim, Mina was perhaps the most powerful member of the group.

Her moves were dealt with a crisp, fluid grace that rivaled the Nephilim's. She and Jamie were often told that they would make a great couple. The two were great friends, shared common interests, and were quite a formidable force against the demons…but the two never dated.

Oh sure, they went to the movies from time to time, but it always seemed that whenever they would actually, seriously, get romantically involved, something would always break it apart.

The most recent being the King of Iron Fist Tournament.

Still, the two remained great friends. Jamie looked her over, and realized how pretty she looked. She had attractive, coffee colored Asian eyes, and a bright smile that rivaled Xiaoyu's. Her hairs hung down to her shoulders…several red streaks were discreetly dyed into it.

She had said that she had wanted a change, and Jamie thought it suited her. She wore a black, spaghetti strap top, and a trendy, bohemian skirt that reached down to her ankles. For shoes, she wore a pair of elevated, black flip flops.

An infectiously cheerful persona, one could not hate Mina. Indeed she was one of the nicest people Jamie had ever met. And yet, it was so hard to believe how adept she was at hunting down demons. She already had the Martial Arts down pat…it only took her about three nights to learn almost every demon's weakness and how to exploit it.

"Jamie?" Mina repeated.

"What?" Jamie asked, snapping back to reality.

"Do you think there's gonna be any trouble tonight?"

"I don't think so…why, do you?" Jamie asked.

"Well…I don't think…but…I just have this feeling y'know?"

"What kind of feeling?"

"Like…things have been pretty quiet for about four months now…I just don't think it'll last forever and-"

"What's this then?" A distinctly Australian twinged voice asked.

Jamie craned his neck, and saw his best friend Robbie Henley standing next to him. Handsome in that conventional, Abercrombie & Fitch sort of way, Robbie and Jamie had been friends since they were ten…way back when Justin and Jamie moved into the neighborhood.

Robbie's family was from Brisbane and they had moved to America because of a job offer that his father couldn't pass up. Jamie and Robbie were next door neighbors, and since then, had done practically everything together.

Robbie was an athletic young man…he played football, rugby, soccer, basketball, and ran track. It seemed that any sport that he tried, he immediately excelled in (Jamie was the exact opposite…even with his Nephilim powers; he still sucked at the conventional sports).

However, Robbie was seriously lacking in any sort of self defense…his fighting style was catered more towards leaping on the enemies back…temporarily distracting him so Jamie or Mina could deliver the killing blow.

Still, Robbie had taken out more then a few demons in his day. Rather then sticking to a certain fighting regimen…Robbie was a brawler, with quite a lot of strength to back him up (not nearly as much as Jamie's…but it got the job done).

And while he was not exactly a skilled martial artist he possessed a wealth of courage and heart and would do anything for a friend.

"C'mon Mina, it's a party! Lighten up a little!" He gave her a hug.

"Sorry," She said accepting it with a smile. "Just a little nervous is all…I mean Jamie? You've got that whole Nephilim 'spider-sense' going on…if something was going to happen you'd feel it right?"

"Yeah…don't worry…I've got industrial strength Nephilim powers now right? My instincts'll kick in if something goes wrong." Jamie added reassuringly.

Jamie turned towards the snack table…you could never be too far away from it, and began to peruse the heaps of tasty foods on the table. His cobalt eyes wandered over cool potato salad, his brother's barbeque ribs, and deliciously tangy macaroni salad.

The Ketsopolis family had made shish kabob, meat and vegetables were dripping with juices on the skewers.

Hey, these could make a pretty sweet weapon…

Nephilim had to have some sort of super natural metabolism or something…because Jamie loved to eat, and he never gained any of the weight. He chuckled to himself when he remembered an interview on the subject of his diet during the tournament.

Mr. Parker, everyone wants to know…how do you keep such a nice physique…what's your secret?

Um…diet and exercise…lots and lots of running…

Jamie had really wanted to say something along the lines of:

Well…gee, normally I wake up at 10:30 every morning, eat my weight in bacon, lay up and wait for lunch…then, depending on what I want, I head to a fast food joint, eat about twenty chicken nuggets, king sized French fries, and drown it all down with a huge cup of Coke! Then, for dinner I order two thin crust pizzas from Pizza Hut, and eat both of them, before drowning them down with Fanta!

Of course, he was exaggerating…the Nephilim loved to eat, but he probably lost all the weight fighting off demons and battling for his life and the lives of others. After selecting some potato salad, macaroni salad, and a few ribs, he headed back to his cluster of friends.

Maureen had joined them. Jamie had known her for as long as he had known Robbie…they had grown up together. She was a tough-as-nails tomboy who could play any sport just as well as any of the boys (if not better). Tonight, she wore a pair of green, baggy cargo pants (Jamie's own pants actually) and a white, fitted tank top. Her black bra was clearly visible underneath.

Her brown hair was pulled back in a sporty, no nonsense ponytail (her usual hairstyle). Two strands of hair framed her face. While she was athletic, Maureen also possessed a wealth of knowledge on computers, science, and technology. And, while she wasn't exactly an expert on self defense, she was not to be messed with.

Like Jamie, her ingenuity knew no bounds. She too, had defeated a few demons in her day…but unlike the others, she used her mind to quickly establish the situation…and find ways to make improvisational weapons at the drop of a hat.

"So," She asked as Jamie walked up. "We were all wonderin' if we were gonna patrol later tonight?" Maureen asked the question as if she was discussing going to the mall or the movies…you know, the normal things people their age did.

As a Nephilim, Jamie had to accept a plethora of responsibilities, and patrolling was perhaps the most paramount of them all. Even though things had been quiet for quite some time, he still patrolled every night…just not as in depth as he had before.

"Yeah," Jamie mulled it over. "But I'm gonna make an early night of it. I was thinking about just going around the graveyards or something…I don't think there's going to be a lot going on tonight."

"Fantastic," Robbie said with a grin. "How 'bout afterwards we head on over to my house and have a Budokai tournament then?"

"You know it!" Jamie said with a smile.

The girls gave a groan in mock annoyance.

"Hey, don't diss the Budokai alright?" Jamie asked. "Many a research has been done over those three games!"

Of course, they were all talking about Dragon Ball Z Budokai…a fighting game with characters from the infamous anime show. Having lived in Japan, Jamie was a fan of it, and Robbie was too…in college, whenever Jamie and Robbie weren't studying, patrolling, in class or whatever, they were playing Budokai.

The girls may have made fun of it, but they did enjoy watching. They would often sit on the boy's beds and talk, do nails, or discuss the latest big bad that was terrorizing the campus.

"It's alright Mo (Maureen's nickname) I got the new Cosmo so we can-" Mina began.

She didn't finish before the music suddenly shut off…as did the street lights. Everyone suddenly grew deathly silent…sort of like the calm before the storm…mothers rushed to their children…and the littler ones started to whimper. The only illumination came from the Tiki torches that still lit up the night sky.

Might as well tell whatever's out there to come kill us all now!

"Jamie?" Maureen asked.

"Mina?" Jamie said.

"Yeah?"

"Um…that "Nephilim sense"? It's really kicking in right about now." Jamie whispered.

"You guys, what'll we do?" Robbie asked.

"Get everyone out of here…as long as we're in here we're liked trapped animals."

"You're right, we should-" Maureen began.

She didn't finish before they leapt over the fences…there were about five vampires, but Jamie could sense there were more. People screamed, and the vamps growled angrily.

"LET'S GO!" Jamie shouted.

He grabbed the Tiki torch, Mina grabbed another one, and the two rushed into the fray. Meanwhile, Robbie ran to the door and bum rushed it open. Maureen grabbed some of the younger kids, and began ushering the terrified neighbors out of the pool area.

This left Jamie and Mina alone to face the five vamps…but Jamie knew there were more out there.

So, the two Karate Instructors leapt into the fray, they kicked and punched, and used the torches as makeshift bow staffs. One vamp, caught on fire, and jumped into the pool…Mina reached into the pocket of her skirt, and uncorked a vial of holy water.

She flung the water into the pool…and magically, to everything unholy, it became like a vat of concentrated acid. Jamie made quick work of the other three, by pushing them into the water…there screams echoed through the night.

"Jamie, the others!" Mina said as she panted.

"I know! Let's go!"

The two sprinted out of the pool area and down the road. With his Nephilim eyes he could see fairly well in the darkness, but Mina was having trouble keeping up. Jamie grabbed her hand and led her this way then that. He sensed vampires…a lot of them…but he also sensed people…human people.

And they were terrified…because at this moment, they were trapped in a cul de sac with about seven vampires coming after them. Jamie and Mina ran towards the cul de sac…and not a minute to soon…for the vamps were attacking…and although Robbie and Maureen were fighting back…they might as well have attacked the hellspawn with trained fleas.

Jamie and Mina leapt into the fray kicking, and punching at the vampires.

"Pay attention Quasimodo! I'm about to ring your bell!" Jamie shouted at one of the vamps who was trying to bite a twelve year old boy.

Jamie punched the vamp in the temple, and it howled in agony. Jamie then hit the creature as hard as he could with the tiki torch, it snapped, and Jamie took the jagged piece of wood that was left and jammed it into its heart…it exploded in azure flames.

The rest of the vampires were dealt with easily. Jamie dodged, ducked, darted, and weaved. He looked for openings and delivered killing blows. So far, everyone had only suffered minor cuts and bruises…but there was one vampire left.

He wore a dark denim jacket, dark jeans, and a black t-shirt. He had wide, cobalt blue eyes, and soft, silky, black hair. Jamie thought he looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place him.

"Oh look, it's the Nephilim…your lovely neighbors and I were just talking about you!" He said with a dark, sadistic grin on his face.

"Really? Conversations over hell bitch!" Jamie shouted as he ran towards the new enemy.

Jamie thought that he was just another cocky vampire, a new born like the others…he was sorely mistaken. The two engaged in fierce hand to hand. Jamie attempted to smack the vampire in the head with the residual shard of the torch, instead, he caught it, and twisted Jamie's arm as hard as he could. The Nephilim accidentally screamed in agony…and heard a dull, wet snapping sound.

He had no choice but to drop the weapon as it clattered to the ground. The vampire laughed happily, and would have sank his teeth into Jamie's neck…until Robbie, and Justin leapt on his back. The motion freed Jamie from the grip, but only angered the vampire, who roared in anger, and flung the two off like they were pillows.

He ran at Jamie with a jumping kick, and Jamie got a face full of steel toed boot. Stunned, Jamie stumbled and fell…and the vamp towered over Jamie.

"Oh c'mon," He purred seductively, "You're not even trying."

"Y'know, that outfit is killing me. Why don't I return the favor?" Jamie asked.

He did a kick up, and decked the creature hard in the face with his famous right cross. He stumbled and ran at Jamie again, this time locking him in a powerful choke hold. Two of Jamie's neighbors rushed to his aid, but middle aged, chunky, balding suburbanites didn't exactly hold a candle against vampires…and he only angrily pushed them off before leaping onto one of the roofs.

Jamie immediately rushed to tend to the wounded…who seemed alright, save for a few minor cuts and bruises. It looked like everyone was safe…but that vampire was still lurking around…and Jamie was going to find him and end it now.

"Damn those gangs…on PCP or some other kind of drug…Jamie, you okay?" Mr. Penoff (One of the men who helped him) asked.

"Yeah, I'll be fine, what about you?"

"I'll live." He said.

"Jamie!" Justin called. The lithe, skater ran up to his brother and embraced him in a deep hug. "You alright bro? God, you had me so worried!"

"I'm fine Jus, but listen…I need you, Robbie, Maureen, and Mina to get everyone back to their houses safely okay?" Jamie asked.

"Jamie, what about you?" Robbie asked.

They could speak openly now, as everyone else was busy tending to their families. Robbie, Mina, and Maureen's parents were helping some of the children find their parents.

"I'm following that vamp! I swear to God he's not leaving here unless those blue flames are being carried off into the wind!"

"But Jamie, he was strong…are you sure you're going to be okay?" Maureen asked.

"I'll be fine…now listen, I need to go!"

"Jamie, wait!" Mina called.

Jamie turned and looked at her. She had picked up one of the skewers from the buffet…it wasn't much, but Jamie didn't have time to complain.

"Thanks!" Jamie said as she handed it to him.

"Jamie, be careful okay?"

They had a moment for a bit…lost in eachother's eyes…

"Well," Jamie said in a deep voice with his eyes lowered. "I guess I'd better go."

With that he ran down the street and into the darkness…when he knew that no one could see him, he leapt onto one of the roofs and continued to run. Jamie's neighborhood was built right on the ocean…but the neighborhood itself was like one big circle…to get out of here by rooftop would take a good ten minutes…and right now, the vampire was probably half way out of the neighborhood…Jamie couldn't let him escape!

He looked so familiar…but for the life of him, Jamie couldn't place who he was…it was strange too, the way he fought…and the fact that he could keep timing and pace with Jamie!

In fact, in some ways, he was even faster then Jamie! And this worried him…as Jamie ran and jumped over the roofs he looked down at the streets to see if any other residual vamps were still around…and so far, he couldn't see or…feel any. However, his heightened sense of hearing did pick up something.

"Huh…so this is what those American suburbs look like…"

The voice was one that Jamie hadn't heard in a long time…he spoke in Korean but Jamie had heard enough of it from Mina and her parents to pick up a few phrases…could it be…Hwoarang?

It had to be…there was no other way! But…why was he here? Jamie knew he should be chasing that nasty, uber vampire, but he couldn't pass this up. He needed to know why Hwoarang had decided to come pay Jamie a visit…and he had a sneaking suspicion that it wasn't a nice, friendly, non demon chat.

Quickly, Jamie leapt from a roof, and landed directly in front of the Korean.

"GOD DAMMIT JESUS CHRIST!" Hwoarang moved to kick.

"Hwoarang wait! It's me! Jamie!" Jamie said desperately.

"Wait…what?" Hwoarang asked.

"I could ask the same thing about you…look, but we don't have time now! There are some vamps that are attacking my neighborhood…and there's this one who uber vamp with black hair and-"

"My ears are burning!" A low, singsong voice called.

"If you gimme a minute the rest of you will as well!" Jamie shouted.

He flipped the skewer in his hand, and lunged at the vampire. Hwoarang immediately followed suit…but the vamp was strong…and when it wasn't dodging attacks, it merely brushed off Hwoarang's devastating kicks and punches.

"Not that I'm complaining…but whenever the VDA sends someone to see me it's never good…what's the sitch?" Jamie asked as he ducked a roundhouse kick.

"Oh c'mon Jamie, I thought you'd be happy to see me, after all, just like old times huh?" Hwoarang asked as he punched the vampire.

Jamie axe kicked the vamp, stunning him…but before he could deliver a killing blow, the vampire dodged the attack and began to leap over the gate. Angrily, with all his Nephilim strength, Jamie threw the skewer as hard as he could through the air. It was intended to hit the vamp straight in the chest…but something incredible happened.

While in the air, the creature of darkness turned, grabbed the skewer, and flung it back at Jamie! The weapon sunk deep into Jamie's shoulder so far that it actually came out the other side!

"Ohwuh…." Jamie grunted as he staggered back…stunned…

Blood poured in copious amounts from the wound as Jamie fell…the last thing he saw was the vampire perched on the gate blowing a kiss at the Nephilim…and the last thing he heard was Hwoarang yelling Jamie's name…

Author's Note: Sorry it took so long to update! And I'm sorry if this sucks…but like I said, school…and the fact that I think I started this story to fast! Anyway, please read and review and please give me suggestions on how to fix this! Much love to everyone!