Disclaimer: I do not in anyway own the original characters. I have however borrowed them tortured them and screwed them up royally. For the rest of this story they are mine to tease and annoy. Do not sue me as I'm broke. Do not flame me I'm not to be trifled with. Or else, I will set the un-dead vampire on you, you meany.

Chapter Two

Whisper in all his glory

A train clattered noisily by an old rickety warehouse, its loud whistle making enough noise to wake the dead, which was the whole point really. Perched rather precariously on the warehouses fragile roof, Blunt surveyed his territory with a superior sneer plastered on his face.

He was interestingly clothed in bright black, complete with stylish armoured plating. A long thick leather coat swished down past his ankles; however the dominant effect was slightly ruined by the bright orange furry feathers around the bottom. His face was graced with drag queen shades complete with orange ostrich feathers. Sheathed across his back was the weapon that would drive terror into the dark un-beating heart of Los Angeles...

A spatula...

Blunt stood there in all his glory. The sun beat down on him causing a rivulet of sweat to trace its way down his red cheek. Leather may look impressive but it's not the most comfortable thing to wear in a 100 degree heat wave. He slowly, majestically, took one step forward before making a total ass of him self by falling through roof and landing flat on his face. Seriously, that body armour is heavy.

He lay still for a short moment as the dust settled, before starting to struggle. Unfortunately the thick plate armour that coated him, whilst looking damn impressive, was also damn heavy.

"Whisper!" he shouted

"Whisper, you fool get over here!!" he cried frustratedly, his high pitched falsetto voice once again reaching an impressive decibel level, that you wouldn't have really thought a man his size was capable of making. In the distance a dog howled in protest.

From behind a pile of broken pipes, stepped a foot, shod in an incredibly cool looking biker boot. Making, what can only be described as one of the most dramatic entrances in Hollywood, Whisper revealed himself to the relived gaze of his hysterical partner.

As he strode out he revealed: leather trousers, a dark strategically ripped shirt and a long necklace with a two dragons wrapped around a gleaming sword. Perhaps the most striking thing about his appearance though was his crowning glory. Long gold (and I mean gold, not blonde) hair gelled up into impressive points. A tiny gleam of light drew Blunt's attention to a new addition to his partner; a chrome skull earring glinted dangerously in his left ear.

Now I know what you're thinking... how cool. I know that because I am too (cool I mean). And he would be... if he wasn't only 1.6 feet tall

"Whisper get this thing off me, it's too heavy!" Blunt cried in exasperation (and pain because the plating was crushing his ribs) tiny tears gleamed in his dark eyes, and Whisper snorted when he realised his partner was on the point of bursting into tears again.

"I need you to make it thinner and lighter!" he shrieked

Whisper rolled his eyes in a why me? expression before kneeling down next to his slowly flattening partner, Blunt's face, (which had now turned an attractive shade or purple and clashed horribly with his orange feathers) screwed up into something that he thought looked like a cute pout, but in actual fact looked like he was dealing with an acute bout of constipation.

Moving deftly from years of long practice, Whisper stripped his partner of the offending armour and, knees buckling slightly under its heavy weight, he staggered off around the corner. Blunt followed him, massive head hanging, so that he resembled a beaten puppy. Thus exited the terror of LA's un-dead population.

Well there it is my second chapter. I hope you liked it. Please, please, please write a review so I can find out what you guys/girls think. Flamers will be laughed at...

Then disposed off.

I would like to thank my two editors, "I'm a happy potato" and "Dancingwolves" with out them there would be so many grammer and spelling mistakes.

Thank you