authors note: I would like to thank The Robed One, for his support in my work. I like my writings as well. I was always told, that when it came to fighting, I was good in writing on that field. Which reminds me. Lord TRO. Are you looking for an assassin? What are my qualifications? Well, I throw ninja stars, made out of poo at people. I can also jump out of toilets, and give drunk people swirlies. lol.

"Return Fire!!!"

A mix of machine gun, and shotguns, can be heard for 3 city blocks, as the L.A.P.D. S.W.A.T. Team opened fire into a building, filled with heavily armed, thugs. Captain Chris Calhoun, knew this only to well. Gunshots will be fired. There would be a few deaths on his side, and heavy casualties, from the other. The six masked thugs, whom had stood close to the first floor windows, retreated farther into the building. Calhoun looked at his team, checking if they were ready for what was to come. They were as ready as can be.

"Cease Fire, Cease-Fire. Bravo team, come with me. The rest keep an eye on those windows!" Him and his team, quickly made their way to the entrance, crouched as they moved, and weapons ready.

Chris was a finely built man, but was not over flowing with muscles. He liked to use his head, more then his muscle though. He was six foot one, and had last weighed in at 240. His brown hair and blue eyes were covered with his helmet. He had on a medium size, armor, made to protect from magic attacks, as well as bullets. Weapons have gotten more powerful since the 21st century, which was sure.

They quickly scouted the room, before moving to the next. They repeated this over, and over, before finding a set of stairs. Calhoun took the lead, his weapon (a futuristic, light machine gun) pointed in the upward position. It was a good thing, because a thug, carrying, a machine gun of his own, shot at him. Calhoun jumped to his right, to avoid his fire, and then jumped to the left, squeezing off a round, hitting his target. He waited for a few seconds, then motioned his team to follow. As they reached the second floor, Calhoun made a few gestures with his hand, and they were split into two teams. The second team didn't get too far, before they fell into a trap. They had stepped into a magic land mine. When one steps onto a magic land mine, they are not aware, until their foot comes off of the area, where the magic trap has been set. Four men died in a flash of red light. No screams even had the chance to come out.

"Damnit." Blurted out Calhoun. "Switch to your detectors, Pronto"

The three men left with Calhoun, did as they were told. They moved out again. The door, that they had walked to, was locked, proving that someone was in there. One of the team members, readied, a flash grenade, as two others, moves to the side of the door. Calhoun kicked the door three times, before it gave way. They Grenade was thrown in, and blinding light, filled that room. The S.W.A.T. team, moved in, guns ready. There were 5 men, and one hostage. One man raised his weapon, ready to start shooting anything at all, but was quickly taken out. Two others, raised their weapons, ready to shoot at the gun shot sounds, but were taken down by Calhoun and one other. The rest was quickly shoved to the ground, and handcuffed. Calhoun looks at the youngest member of the team.

"Taggart, get that hostage down stairs, now, the rest of you two, come with me."

There were two more rooms, in the upstairs left, the bathroom, and the master bedroom. They checked the bathroom first, and found the rest of the family, bound and gagged. They quickly untied them, and Calhoun ordered for the rest of the team, to take them to safety. As soon as they were gone, Calhoun slowly moved to the next door, and took out a flash grenade. He smashed down the door, and threw the grenade. He quickly moved in. What he saw next, shocked him. Blood was everywhere. The 7 bodies, of the rest of the thugs, were torn to pieces. Someone chuckled behind him

"Do you like this justice?"

Calhoun swung his weapon around, aiming it at the voice. He didn't recognize the person, but he knew what he was looking at. A vampire. And a strong one by the looks of it. Demitri looks over at the bodies.

"Some of those were Darkstalkers. How pathetic is this world. Imagine, Darkstalkers, living with humans. It's like living with your cattle."

Calhoun readies his weapon. "Who the hell are you"?

"I am Demitri, Lord of the Vampires. Your presence is required."

"What?"

Demitri sat up, from the chair and walked over to Calhoun. "I think it disgusting, that such a power, as you posses, is held by a mere human. But at this point in time, It matters not. You will come with me"

Calhoun had no time to react. The mist came from Demitri, and enveloped them both. When the mist was gone, no one was there.

"Felix...Felix, its time to go my son" He heard. Felix spun around, and saw his parents. His mother, a beautiful Cat-Creature, with no fur, her white hair going down to her knee's, her green eyes looking into his. Beside his mother, was his father. He was a powerfully built man. Few could tell he was a Were-Wolf.

Felix looked into the mirror, and saw that he was Six again. He didn't even think how, didn't even care. He ran to his parent's arms, hugging them tightly.

"So are you ready for the big trip big guy?" His father said, in his deep, rumbling, yet loving voice. Felix looked at his father, confused.

"I can't believe you forgot all ready. We are going to visit old friends of ours. Your going to meet Darkstalkers, older then even your father is." Said the mother.

Felix's face lit up. He had been told many times about the battle that took place, 700 years ago. He had painted pictures in his head, that the Darkstalkers, were selfless heroes. Felix nods happily, lifting his arms into the air, to be picked up, and put in the car. They did. He was strapped in the back. The car was a remake, of a classic from what he was told. Made to look like the old 1991, Buick Park Avenue. As his parents got in the car, and started his engine, Felix remembered something. His parents are dead. Dead in this same car. Does this mean that he is given a second chance to save his family? He sure as hell will try.

"No, Stop the car. Please. Mommy, Daddy, Don't do it. You'll die if you do. Please," He pleads. Nothing. His parents keep on going, laughing lovingly, and looking at him. Felix struggles against his seatbelts, but can't get free. His little arms reaches out to try and touch them, but he is well out of range. Suddenly, just like he remembers it, A larger transport vehicle swerves, and slams right into the car. The car is flipped far as 17 feet, from the impact, finally crashing nose first. The car was not made to survive a collision like that, and neither was his parent, he perished in the flames. Felix used his claws, and cut himself free. He crawls out the back window, and notices that the ground is different. That the ground is not full of grass, like it was the first time. Instead, it was made out of old, cracked rock. What was going on here? This is not the place the crash happened? All this, and more went into Felix's mind. He soon got his answer. He looked up, and saw it. The massive mouth in the sky. Hand the bodiless claws. They reached for the car, and threw it in the mouth. He could hear the screams of his parents, and then the laughter of this strange monster. Felix let out a cry, his tears running down his cheek

Felix let out a cry, his tears running down his cheeks. He sits up, and notices that he is back in the strange room.

"It was...just...a dream?" He pants out.

"Nay" he hears from the shadows. "It was not a dream. It was the truth. Indeed, you have the gift of sight."

Felix tenses up, and puts his back closer to the wall. As he says "who's there?"

"My name is Morrigan Maximoff, and I believe you to be Felix, am I right?"

Morrigan? Did she just say Morrigan? As in the one who fought in the war all those years ago? As she walks out of the shadows, he realizes that she is who she says to be. She must have realized that he, in a sense, knew her. She smiled, and walks over to Felix, sitting on the bed. Morrigan checks the bandages on the Cat-Creatures head, making sure it is still clean. It was.

"I'm confused. What did you mean by I have the gift of sight?" Felix says, setting back down into the bed.

"Exactly what it sounds like. You have the power to see things, that others cannot." Morrigan replies. "And what you saw, is the truth behind your parent's death"

Felix made a face of stunned silence, then back to confusion. "But...How did you know what I dreamed?"

"I'm a Succubus, I can see the dreams of others, as well as take part in them. Do you know what that creature was?" When Felix shakes his head, she continued. "That, was an ancient monster, and he is the reason that I have brought you here."

Felix stayed silent, then finally said, "You want me to fight that thing? Me? I can't beat that thing, I'm not even a fighter"

"That's where you are wrong little one. First off, you can fight. Those knights you took out, those were one of our elite. They have not been beaten, except by each other, and now you. Secondly, You will not be fighting alone. There are other warriors that are being gathered, as we speak. We will talk no more of this. You will be briefed, when everyone is here."

There was again, a strange silence. When Morrigan was satisfied with the Bandages, she got up, and walked to the door.

"Can I ask one more thing Morrigan?"

She turned to face him. "You may"

"What did you mean, when you said that my eyes looked like hers?"

Morrigan looked into the mirror next to her, and spoke.

"Your mother told you of the battle that took place, seven hundred years ago, am I right? One of those warriors, was an ancestor of yours. Her name was Felicia. After those times, Felicia and I became somewhat of friends. As time went, I became a type of aunt to your family. There was also one other in that battle, that is one of your ancestors, but that will be revealed later. You must rest now. You will need your strength, for things to come."

Felix didn't have time to say anything else. Morrigan left the room before he could. He was alone again, left with only his thoughts.

The time has been long. As I wait here, my power is still increasing, and my army is getting bigger. When I awake, I will feed upon my enemy's flesh, and then gorge on the fear and hatred of the rest. No one will be able to stop me and....What was that? That feeling? A power? How can such a power exist, that it would rival my own? Who is this person? No matter. That person will fall. No one can detour me from me path. No one.

authors note: sorry about the wait. I have been busy and all. That, and when I do get time, play my game. in retrospection to what I just said, Digimon World 3, is addictive.