Angel's Nightmare:
Author's Note: MooNTearZ is baaaaccckkkkk baaaaabbbbbbeeeeeehhhhh…cough…cough…alright, now it's time for my latest chappie…sorry for the wait, but for some reason I had to clear all my cookies or something (hey, don't laugh at me, I'm not that great at this whole techie thing).
Jamie watched in horror as he watched the head slide wetly down the window…it was quick still, and in reflex, it kept blinking its eyes and opening and closing its mouth.
"What's going on!" Xiao screamed.
In horror, Jamie looked down at the promenade…the corpses of the Vatican's elite guard lay sprawled through the courtyard…several were headless…those that still had their heads were only hanging on to them by threads of gristle and gore…blood soaked the once beautiful cobblestone walkway, and spattered against the carefully manicured lawn.
Everyone looked out the window and stared in horror at the vampire horde and their leader walking purposefully towards them…there were many in this dark army…and with the power cut it would only add to the panic.
"He's here…" Kazuya said mysteriously.
"We fuckin' know that already! Evil Jamie's comin' this way!" Hwoarang shouted.
"No…" Asuka said. "He's here…Jin…"
"Where?" Julia asked.
"Up near the bell tower…he's calling me." Kazuya stated.
"Alright," Jamie said quickly. "This is what we're going to do…" But that's all that Jamie could get out.
Fortunately, Dimitri finished for him.
"We need to get the power back on! It's a security system that I don't have time to crack…Julia? Christie? Can you come with me?"
"Sure," They both replied in unison.
"Kazuya and Asuka should go confront Jin…and I should be there." Xiaoyu said with resolve.
"I'm not going anywhere…I won't let Kazama hurt my friends." Hwoarang added bravely.
"Alright, good…I'll go get the Successors to safety and deal with these vamps…Steve, you and Mina up to it?" Jamie asked.
"I'm right behind you boss!" Steve said cheerily.
"Let's get going!" Mina nodded.
Agreeing, the group split into their respective teams, leaving Jamie, Mina and Steve in the library.
"The dorms are all on the other side of the mansion…rest assured though, we're sending protection immediately." One of the priests said.
"Yeah," Chris snorted. "But who's gonna protect them? And more importantly…me! That vamp tore through those elite guard like paper."
Jamie had to admit that Chris was right about that…first of all, his vampiric self was not to be taken lightly, but even for a Nephilim turned vampire those guards were indeed quite a challenge. Whenever he found himself in the VDA headquarters, Jamie frequently sparred with the guards…and they proved to be quite a challenge. First and foremost, they could never be older then 35, and had to have had immense backgrounds in fighting, group dynamics, and strategizing. In addition to being at the peak of physical condition, they were all recruited from secret, special organizations of each of their respective countrie's military.
Tricked out with Nephilim skills or not, Jamie always knew that if there were enough of them, and they tried hard enough, they could very well kill him.
"I'll protect you Chris." Jamie answered hollowly.
"Oh," Chris said sarcastically. He crossed his hands over his built chest, and gave Jamie his patented "ugly people go home" stare…it used to intimidate Jamie in the past, but Jamie retorted.
"What the hell Chris? You've had Nephilim training, and whether you want to admit it? You and Devon are trained…I'll keep you alive, but you're not exactly my first priority!"
"Jamie…we really need to get going." Steve gently reminded.
"I know…" Jamie replied.
As the four walked out of the library's pseudo safety, Mina found an ornate weapons display. Jamie promptly broke the glass and handed out weapons, Mina was given a short sword, Steve, an axe, Chris a bow staff, and Jamie took the lengthened mace.
"That looks like the weapon that psycho Japanese chick in Kill Bill used...y'know, the one in the school uniform?" Steve asked.
"Yeah," Jamie wrapped the chain around his left fist, and let the spiked ball dangle .
"Do you even know how to use one of those?" Chris asked.
"To be honest…no…not really…but I've seen Go Go Yubari's fight scene enough times to sort of know what I'm doing…" Jamie said with his trademark grin.
"Let's just hope that you don't get a board with a nail in it jammed in your skull." Mina said.
"Vampire's aren't that creative," Jamie replied.
"Here's hoping you're right." Steve nodded.
"Okay, so those vampires made such a big deal about getting our attention…so where are they? I wanna kick some ass!" Chris said, holding onto his staff.
Jamie had to agree with Chris on that though, where were they? The group walked down the gorgeous, winding double staircase…it seemed as if the vampires hadn't made it to the second floor yet.
Suddenly, as they reached the main foyer, they heard the sounds of swords clanging against each other…the wet sickening sounds or tearing flesh, bellows screamed while in the agonizing throes of death…and…laughter…deep, evil laughter.
"Is this what passes for combat skills now?" Vampire Jamie asked as he disemboweled one of the Successors.
The Successor couldn't have been more then fifteen…he had shaggy red hair, and staggered backwards as he clutched his entrails. He stared at Jamie wide eyed.
"…Jamie…" He coughed up blood, and fell.
"Oh my…" Mina began.
"Hold on guys, help is coming." One of the Successors assured.
It seemed as if he was the impromptu leader of the small cadre of Successors…and Jamie knew him.
"Devon!" Jamie called.
He quickly ran down the stairs with the others in tow and leapt into action.
Good looking in that musician kind of way, Devon Macleish was part Brazilian, and had the rare combination of blue eyes and black hair. He had grown his hair out since Jamie had seen him last…it used to be short and messily spiky, now he had grown it to medium length and had placed blue streaks in it.
He wore a pair of tight, flared, ripped rock star jeans, a pair of black converse shoes, and a black t-shirt with the Rolling Stones on it. An axe was tucked in his belt and he started to keep the vamps at bay with his spear.
"Oh," Vamp. Jamie turned and looked in Jamie's direction. "We were just talking about you."
The army of vampires converged on the Successors and the Chosen…quickly, Jamie whirled the mace around his head, then changed direction into a fast, figure eight motion…the vampire closest to him got a face, and chest full of mace as the spikes dug deeply into his chest.
The wounds were critical enough so that the creature exploded in blue flames. Quickly, he pulled the mace back and it reflexively wrapped around his waist. Mina began wailing on a female vampire with blue hair and clown make up on.
"Found a stray," She said to vamp. Jamie. "Can I keep her?"
"Forget it," Mina began. She leapt into the air and jump kicked her. She staggered back wards, and Mina threw the short sword into her chest…she exploded into cerulean fires. "I don't play for the other team."
Steve swung his axe like a baseball bat and decapitated three of the vampires in the process.
"AAAUUUURRRRRRGGGGGHHHH" One of the Successors, a seventeen year old from South Africa screamed as vamp. Jamie snapped his neck.
Quickly, Devon and Chris ran to attack him, the fallen angel back kicked Chris away, and grabbed Devon's outstretched arm…he unleashed three short, yet devastating, round house kicks to Devon's chest…and would have killed him, if Jamie hadn't saved him.
"Jamie!" Mina called. "Kick ball chain NOW!" She called.
Jamie swung the mace for speed, brought it down to his feet, and kicked it out…with blinding speed it jettisoned towards the dark angel…he moved out of the way…but instead of hitting him in the face as intended, it hit his shoulder and shattered it…the mace went off course, and jammed itself into the side of a vampire's skull…once it dematerialized, Jamie was aware of another vampire behind him…quickly, he back kicked it…it stumbled, and in the same motion, he tugged the chain backwards with all his strength, it flew towards Jamie's face, and he ducked in time…and the mace found itself imbedded in a vampire's skull.
In the chaos, Vamp. Jamie had staggered out of the battle…he was critically wounded though. True, it would heal, but Jamie didn't have any idea how accelerated a turned Nephilim's immune system actually was.
The Nephilim heard moans, and he turned to see Chris lying in a corner clutching his chest.
"Chris!" Jamie shouted. "Are you okay?" he ran up to him.
"Fine…Jamie…" He said through gritted teeth. "It's not like the starter for SMU's basketball team…isn't going to mind a few…oh…I dunno…broken ribs…"
He sighed in relief…Chris would be alright…the ribs weren't exactly broken, Chris tended to exaggerate…but they were fractured…he'd need medical attention fast.
"Alright…" Jamie began.
He checked his surroundings, three of the Successors lay dead, and another three (excluding Chris and Devon) were still alive.
"Can you guys take Chris up to the library? It's safe up there…despite the bloody head on the windowsill…" Jamie said with a grin.
The Successors chuckled nervously.
The three remaining Successors grabbed Chris, and carefully eased him up the stairs…Devon stayed behind.
"Devon…" Jamie began.
"I'm staying with you guys…I want…I want to see that demon die…" Devon's cobalt eyes glinted with such rage that even Jamie seemed intimidated.
"Devon, that vampire is really strong…it's best that you stay with-" Mina began.
"C'mon Mina don't patronize me! You and Jamie both know that I'm one of the best Successors here."
"Devon…right?" Steve asked. "Look, that's probably why those vampires are here…to take all you guys out, and the more we argue, the more of you're friends are gonna die…Jamie's right, the library is the only real safe place here."
"I saw him kill the guards! I saw him kill fifteen of those kids…a lot of them couldn't have been more then fourteen…it's a miracle that we even made it over here!" Devon argued.
Jamie sighed, he knew he wasn't going to get anywhere arguing with the young musician, and besides, Devon wasn't bragging when he said that he was one of the better Successors. He had shown exceptional talent during his training…and had even managed to land a couple of critical blows on Jamie…in fact, the VDA higher ups had actually thought that if Jamie were to (heaven forbid) die, then the gift might actually be passed to Devon.
Still, Jamie liked Devon…a lot better then Chris…before becoming a Nephilim, Jamie was a scrawny, shy outcast, and a favorite target of bullies. Devon, although he was one of the popular kids, was always nice to Jamie…and even defended him from the bullies.
Man, time flies…
"Alright, but stay close okay?" Jamie asked.
"Got it." He replied.
Fifteen minutes later…
"You've seen your last moonrise!" Jamie said as he lopped off another vampire's head.
It had been fifteen minutes since the fight in the main hall…and still, the power was out. Without any means of communication, the groups had no idea how anyone was doing. Jamie had a feeling though…that they were alive.
They passed many Successors and VDA staff…some were dead, but some were still very much alive…the ones that were living were directed towards the library and the ones that were dead well…they were prayed for…
As the group jogged through the halls, they heard a blood curdling scream echo from one of the training rooms…followed by a low, velvety voice.
"You were dead when I walked into the room."
"That's him." Devon said with resolve.
He ran ahead of the group and towards the noises.
"DEVON WAIT!" Jamie called.
The group called him back, but to no avail.
"Dammit…" Jamie cursed under his breath.
"Wait here," He instructed to Steve and Mina.
"Fuck to the no!" Mina said angrily. "I will not be your damsel in distress Jamie Parker!"
"It is best that we stick together." Steve gently added.
"Alright…but you're gonna have to keep up, 'cause I'm about to pump out full Nephilim speed."
With that, Jamie dashed down the halls and finally, made it to the training room. There were many on the sprawling VDA campus, all made to train a specific muscle, or fighting discipline…but this was the main one. It was about as big as a standard high school, or college gym. He saw his vampiric self in the center, holding a piece of pipe as a makeshift bow staff. Devon stood near him with his weapon drawn.
"He's gonna get himself fucking killed…" Jamie murmured.
"DEVON!" Jamie called.
"I think that you need some time to cool down…" vamp. Jamie stated.
He outstretched his hand, and Jamie flew against the wall, and the doors shut tightly.
Quickly, Jamie leapt up and ran to tackle the door down…but it was held down with a supernatural force…he struggled against the door but really…all he could do was watch.
Devon ran at the vampire…who only had a simple smile on his face. Devon's attacks were not very precise, as he was letting his anger take over. The raven haired vampire easily dodged the attacks.
"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" Devon screamed.
"Really?" The bemused vampire asked. "You're out of your element here musician…I could just kill you, but I want you to suffer so…"
Vamp. Jamie suddenly assumed an aggressive stance, and brought the pipe down as hard as he could. Devon wisely blocked the attack with his naginata…but that's when Jamie realized that this was the vampire's intention. The pipe was brought down with such force that the Japanese spear snapped in two.
Had it been Jamie, he would have continued to use the broken weapon…with the mentality that he had two short staffs at his command…however, like most Successors, Devon wasn't exactly trained as extensively as Jamie had been. True, Successors, were trained, but not as hard as Nephilim were…and whenever they were attacked like this they were like little boys…they couldn't control their emotions…which was essential in battle.
A slight edge of panic twinged Devon's handsome features, and quick as lightning, the vampire brought the pipe down on Devon's right hand. Even Jamie, who continued to struggle behind the door heard the loud snap. Devon threw his head back in complete and utter pain.
Suddenly, memories flooded Jamie's mind of all the high school talent shows, school dances, and local club rendezvous's when he and his friends would watch Devon and his band play. Jamie always liked to swing by the clubs during, or after patrol for a quick soda or something before heading back out, and in each memory, Jamie saw Devon playing the guitar with his right hand.
The vampire did this on purpose…Devon played with his right hand, and Jamie knew that he had shattered the fragile bones…even if Devon were to survive this encounter, he probably wouldn't be able to play any instrument again…or at least…not well…
As Devon reflexively clutched his shattered hand, the vampire leapt back, and shot the end of the pipe in a low blow towards Devon's ankle bone…the bone too, shattered.
"UUUUURRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH" Devon screamed as he began to fall.
Vamp. Jamie caught Devon's falling form in a deadly embrace and buried his face in Devon's neck. Blood spurted everywhere as the carotid was severed. The vamp gorged himself on Successor's blood until Jamie finally burst through the door. He screamed angrily…it came from deep inside him, a raw, anguished, warrior bellow in a pitch that Jamie didn't even know he had.
"Tsk…tsk…tsk…that's what got Devon into trouble." The vampire said with blood on his lips.
Jamie whirled the chain above his head, jumped, and did a 360 spin into the air, as he turned towards his vamp. Double, he let go of the chain…it jettisoned towards the vampire, and actually landed in his side. Jamie felt the spikes dig into the vampire's cold, marble flesh. When he landed, Jamie tugged the chain as hard as he could, and could feel the ball rake deep scratches across the unholy demon's side.
As he tugged, the vampire spun around and fell dizzily. He still held onto his pipe, but Jamie could see the fear in his cold eyes. Quickly, Jamie spun the mace around again, and this time aimed for the head…at the last second, the ball hit the wooden planks, as the vampire leapt up, and through one of the windows.
Jamie was prepared to follow, but he heard a low, wet cough.
"Oh my God…Devon!" Jamie immediately softened, let the weapon clatter to the ground, and ran to his ailing friend.
"J…J…Jamie!" Devon wheezed.
His eyes were wide, panicky and darted around…he was in obvious pain…and he sounded like he was choking on his own blood.
"I'm here…I'm here it's alright…" Jamie said, blinking back tears.
Jamie held Devon upright, so he wouldn't drown…he was going to die…Jamie knew it…his neck resembled a raw hamburger, and his breath came in shallow rasps.
"I…I…I think I'm…dying!" He blurted out.
"You won't die alone Devon…I'm here…" Jamie said soothingly.
Mina and Steve ran in…Mina cupped her hands to her mouth, and leaned into Steve so she could cry…even the macho boxer seemed to be blinking back tears as he watched the young man pitifully die…and his friend hold onto him.
"Please…please…don't leave me…I'm…I'm scared…please…don't leave me!" Devon called, going into delirium.
"It…hurts…oh God…it hurts…"
Jamie let his tears flow freely now…several landed on Devon's face…suddenly, with a bloody hand, Devon put his hand up, and touched Jamie's cheek…he left a bloody stain on Jamie's cheek and in his blonde hair.
Devon's eyes grew glassy…and his pupils began to dilate.
"I…I…see all the stars…all the stars in the night sky…they're everywhere…" He turned to Jamie. "Are…are…you…an…angel?" He asked weakly.
"Yeah," Jamie said while his voice began to choke up. "Yeah…go to those stars Devon…go to them…and go to Heaven…"
"I'm…not…read…" Devon gasped one last time, and this time coughed up blood on his already blood stained t-shirt…he arched his back, and squeezed Jamie's hand hard…before it fell limp against the floor.
Jamie gently closed the deceased's eyes…knelt down and cried…cried until his voice felt horse and he began to get a headache…Mina came rushing over, and put a reassuring arm around him. It didn't help though.
"Jamie," She was crying too. "There's nothing you could've done."
"There is." Jamie said, his voice, taking on a resolve.
"Jamie don't….he'll kill you!" Steve warned.
"Then at least I'll die fighting!" Jamie shouted.
He grabbed Devon's axe…it had clattered to the ground when Devon had been bit…quickly, Jamie leapt out the window, hot on vamp. Jamie's trail.
Author's Note: Whew…long, emotional chappie…sorry everyone! Alright, the next chapter will be about Devil Jin…followed by Jamie taking on his evil self…sorry if it's too sappy, but I hope you like it. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW MUCH LOVE TO EVERYONE!