1Authors Note: As I said in my last chapter, I plan on dedicating this chapter to one Winged Knight. His continuance to read my stories has been very refreshing. Its nice to have people like my work. I do wonder where some of the others have gone to though. In any case, its for you Knight. Hey, does anybody remember Chapter five, when Raptor fell off of the cliff because Dooms-Day flashed his high beams in his eyes

Duce was in the kitchen. That is where he usually was when he was not out riding the roads. He liked to bug the chefs into making whatever he wanted, and right now, he was hungry for a very raw steak burger with all of its trimmings. Although it was a large burger, he was still taking it out like there was no tomorrow. Once done, he tilted his chair backwards so that only the back legs were touching the floor, his feet propped on the table as he picked his teeth his nails. That was when a very happy Felix walked into the kitchen and plopped in the seat opposite from Duce. The Wolfman simply tilted his head. "Well, you seem happy for some reason. What's up?" He said. He only got an extremely bright smile from the Cat-Boy. This made Duce place both legs back on the floor as he leaned forward, his nose moving up and down. The next thing Felix knew, he was in a headlock inside Duce's powerful right arm, receiving a noogie from his free hand. "Well well well. I was beginning to think that you two would never start and that you were much to shy"

Felix placed his feet onto Duce, prying his head out of Duce's grasp, flopping onto the floor. He looked up at the Were-Wolf, his eyes wide. "You can smell that?"

"Course I can. Don't you know us Were-Wolves has the highest animal sense of all the Darkstalker's? Even in Human form we can smell these things."

Felix moved to his feet. "Wow, I didn't know that. I gotta remember to start washing up then...wait, if you have that powerful a scent, then..."

Duce nods. "Yup. I've known you've been the one taking those breads for a bit now" When Felix's eyes grows big and watery, Duce merely pats him on the head. "Heh, don't even think about it. I ain't one to be snitching on people you know." His nose began going onto overdrive at that point. "What? That can't be right. That's way to much blood, even for this place." He said suddenly walking out the kitchen, following the source of the scent. Felix followed him. Crossing the many halls, Duce's powerful nose lead him all the way to the newest member's temporary living quarters, thanks to the help of Jenny. Sora's room. Slowly, Duce opened the door. He was on edge as was Felix. Even he could smell the quantity of blood at the moment. Both of them knew who's blood it was too. Once the door opened, Felix's stomach could not hold in the smell nor the sight. Limbs, guts, organs. They lay either on the floor, or clinging to the walls. The only thing that appeared to be left was an eyeless head left neatly on the bed. To Duce, this was an old war he had once been in all over again. They had noticed some bloody foot prints leading out towards another door. It lead into another chamber that was only stained with the bloody footprints. It was easy to tell who's foot prints they were. Only Bradshaw had those kinda prints. "Felix. Go get everyone. Tell them what happened here"

"What are you going to do?" Felix replied when he was finished vomiting.

"I have someone to hunt" He replied, noticing the prints lead out a window. Without another word, he suddenly leaped out of the open window, transforming into his Were form before he landing on his feet on the ground. Within seconds, his Demonic Motorcycle was with him as they sped away. A fact that Duce has yet to tell anyone is that he shares a mental link with Dooms-Day. They are able to share information without ever having to talk. This was one of those times. Dooms-Day was able to tap into the brain that controls scent and send it into the sight, so that Duce may see what he is smelling. What duce saw was a Scent that was Bradshaw, but at the same time, not. He could see that the scent went into the air, but he would not be detoured by any means. As he got closer, the scent was changing more and more, as if it was mutating. Duce had seen this once before back in the military. Human beings who experimented on others. He was a part of a squad who was to take them out, but looking at Bradshaw, he was sure that genetic mutation was not the issue with him. There was something more sinister to it. He soon slowed Dooms-Day down slightly, passing by a mountainous area. As he turned a corner, his ears caught the sound of wing beats, but it was too late. The next thing he knew, he was flying away from the Motorcycle. He slammed hard onto the ground, his back making a crunching sound. It healed quickly though and Duce was on his feet, he had to blink a few times to see if his eyes were not playing tricks on him. Before him was a creature that was once Bradshaw. The Dragon-Man's wings were distorted heavily, some feathers clinging to the leathery sides. Pieces of flesh was beginning to hang from his body, clear fluid running down. His hair was beginning to show signs of gold streaks running through it. Most disturbing though was his eyes. They were silvery in all angles, nothing that a regular eyes was supposed to have was there. The thing stepped forward towards Duce.

"Pain. Such pain." The monster began to say. "I must relieve my pain. I must relieve it...ON YOU!" It leaped forward in the air after Duce, pinning him to the ground once again. Bradshaw lifted both arms above his hand, hands joining together as he swung it down like a hammer. Duce crossed his arms in an X formation and caught the swing between his arms, but it seemed that Bradshaw's strength had doubled. There was a loud snapping sound and Duce's bones in his arms broke. Duce repressed a scream and attempted to lift both legs to tilt Bradshaw forward. It was successful. Bradshaw had to use both hands to stop from falling on his face, but the arms were close to Duce's jaws. He bit down hard on Bradshaw's flesh. Bradshaw leaned to his left, grabbing his left arm and rolled to his back, yelling out. Duce was up in an instant, his arms already healed do to his Lycan healing abilities. He lifted his right boot and slammed it hard onto Bradshaw's skull, but on the part of Bradshaw, his skull was much hard then expected. Duce attempted to repeat the procedure, but the right claw of Bradshaw caught it in mid air. He pushed it, forcing Duce backwards, but he was able to move into a backwards role so that he may get to his feet quicker. Once up, he noticed Bradshaw was already up. Duce got into a low stance, claws extended out to his sides.

"Come and get it ya ugly fuck" He said. He ran forward and let loose a slash from his right claw, but was intercepted when Bradshaw lifted his left arm, Duces wrist smacking into the back of Bradshaw's hand. Before Duce could reel back, the Bradshaw lifted his right claw from his side in an uppercut fashion and sliced a mark on the muzzle area.

Duce stumbled backwards from the attack, holding his muzzle, a low growl escaping from through his claws. Raising his claws over his head, Duce made like he was going to pounce onto Bradshaw. The ploy worked. Moving in low, he scooped up Bradshaw and lifted him up off the ground, ready to impale him into the ground, but once he began the downwards motion, Bradshaw regained his footing and wrapped his arms around Duce's Torso. Giving a powerful yank, Duce soon found himself up over Bradshaw's head, his legs almost propped onto the Dragon-Man's shoulders, but the next movement was too quick to attempt to intercept. Yanking forward, Bradshaw slammed Duce hard onto his back as he was Power Bombed. In complete contempt, Bradshaw grabbed Duce's right leg with his right claw and gave a yank. This motion lifted Duce up over Bradshaw and slammed face first onto the ground. Another yank, and he was soon flying into a boulder. The boulder cracked and gave in at the pure impact of Duce's back hitting it. Bradshaw slowly walked up to Duce. Placing his right claw around the Were-Wolf's neck, he lifted him off of the ground before lifting his left claw, ready to impale Duce. Before he could strike though, Duce suddenly popped his eyes open and dug his own claws into Bradshaw's eyes. Bradshaw quickly dropped Duce to the ground, covering his eyes and howling in pain. Duce, still not fully healed from the boulder, limped over to Bradshaw, lifting his claws, ready to end it. What he saw next sent him limping backwards though. When Bradshaw lifted his head, his torn out eyes were replaced with strange energy as it crackles like electricity. Duce swallowed and then attacked, going in with both claws to rip the throat out. Bradshaw's claws were quickly around Duce's wrists though, pushing him back as he slowly got to his feet.

"Very good fight. Had we been one, you most likely may have been able to defeat us" He said, pulling upwards on the wrists, lifting Duce off of the ground. "But sadly..." He begins, his claws growing shorter, more manageable. "We are no longer alone. We are now one" In a single jerking movement, Bradshaw tossed him up just enough to spin around, his tail smacking into right side of Duce's skull, sending him flying, but before he could touch the ground, Bradshaw had taken to the sky and grabbed Duce by his tail. Flying high, he tossed Duce up and caught him by his neck, slamming his now smaller balled him claws into Duce's face, punching at him repeatedly before he simply threw Duce back to the ground. The impact created a small crater that Duce was laying in. He landed hard into Duce's gut, the Were-Wolf coughing up blood. Bradshaw, or whoever it was, simply laughed at his pain. He spread his legs, Duce in the middle, and he grabbed him by the color of his shirt, dragging him back to his feet. Duce was first punched in the gut multiple times before a knee came up and hit his groin. Bradshaw reared his right fist for one more punch to the temple of Duce, finally bringing the Were-Wolf down, but he was still not out. Once again he was dragged to his feet so that Bradshaw may beat him yet again, but Duce slammed his head into Bradshaw's nose. It gave a satisfying crunching sound, making Duce smile as Bradshaw began to stumble back. He balled his claws into fists and slammed it under Bradshaw's chin. Bradshaw stumbled back and took another hit when Duce's right leg lurched up into the air and came down on his head, the toe area hitting the skull first. It was not enough. Not near enough though. Bradshaw back handed Duce, sending him off his feet and back into the crater. Bradshaw straddled him and hit after hit, kept slamming his fists into the Were-Wolf. Duce was only able to recover when the blood covered his face so much, the Bradshaw had to stop to check if Duce was still alive. Duce wrapped his arms around Bradshaw's upper body and sank his claws into the shoulder blade. He yanked and threw Bradshaw off of him and stumbled back to his feet. Bradshaw was quicker to his feet though. Quickly moving into Duce, Bradshaw dodged a slash and moved to his side, grabbing the back of his head and slamming it forward, throwing Duce off of his feet. His face was buried a couple of inches before the ground gave out. Being lifted back to his feet, Bradshaw started running towards another large rock, slamming Duce's head into it, his neck giving a final crunch before his body went limp. Bradshaw let go of Duce's body before spreading his wings, laughing hideously. Giving a final look at his handy work. Slowly, his gaze shifted from Duce, to his motorcycle, Dooms-Day, a snarl replacing his grin. He moves towards it.

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The Zombies walks. Many many Zombies. They scoured allover the lands in search for a body. One single body with wings and golden hair. So far though, there was nothing. Not even a white feather. Probably as well since Raptor wished not to be with the others for the moment. He preferred it at this very moment that he would be alone, and that is exactly what he has gotten. He walked on, his thoughts his own. He finally did pick up his head though. He heard something. Given who he was, he was not ignorant of what screams of pain was, but this sound was like a dragon calling for help. The ferocity in which the screams he was hearing was something unlike anything he had ever seen. And then it stopped. Stopped with nothing more then the silence of the infinite night. He decided that he must investigate, and thus, he did.

Bursting onto the scene, he was fully stunned at the sight. He remembered the Were-Wolf from there fight awhile back. The man's head had been slammed into a rock. It looked as if the force of the impact had snapped his neck. Looking along though, was the sight of Dooms-Day, or what was left of it. It was now only a pile of metal heap, oil leaking everywhere. And then he saw him. The most evil looking being he has ever seen. So frightening was he, it forced him back into the shadows, something that not even Diamond had been able to do. The Beast crouched done, taking a skull from the pile and leaped into the air, taking off out of sight. Slowly, Raptor removed himself from the shadows and made his way to the carnage that was left behind.

"Get away you dead piece of trash" He suddenly heard. Turning around, he saw the Cat-Boy, coming onto his fast...And with HIS Guitar. It was the last thing he saw when it was swung with a mighty force across his head.

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Felix had successfully scored a hit on Lord Raptor. He was about to Deliver another blow to decapitate him, but something heavy was pushing the guitar down, Felix unable to swing it down like a hammer. Turning around, seeing that it was Calhoun in his full body armor

"Let go. He killed Duce"

Calhoun kept his hand in place. "No. He didn't do it"

Felix stopped for a moment, looking at him. "How do you know that?"

Calhoun pointed to the foot prints around the area. "Look. There you see Duce's, and around his is that of Bradshaw, or something like him." He then points to Raptor's prints. "Look, his is just over there. He must have seen it though."

Felix stands still for a moment before finally relaxing his muscles. "But...What do we do with him? He's still evil. You've seen it"

Calhoun simply shakes his head. "No. We have an opportunity here. We can find out from him, where everyone else is hiding. If he can tell us, we can go and deliver the final blow. Mission Accomplished."

Felix saw the logic in what he said. Calhoun radioed in that they had found Duce and that every one should get back to the Castle to report to Demitri. Afterwards, Calhoun himself picked up Raptor's body, lifting it on his shoulder. Felix looked at Duce and then to Dooms-Day.

"What about them. They should at least have a decent burial." He stated.

"We will get some of the workers in the castle come and get them. We have to report in first"

"Is that all you care about? Two of our friends are dead now and you are into your reports?" Felix shouted.

"Felix..." Calhoun started. "Listen. You want to repay their memories? Then lets do it when we deliver the final blow to our enemies. Going half-cocked is dangerous and will get more killed. How then can we pay our respects?"

This took Felix aback. He agreed with the seasoned cop though. He wanted revenge, and he would get it however possible. They finally went on their way with Raptor in tow. It took them a bit to get back to the castle. Once there though, Calhoun informed a group of Vampires and ordered the bodies to be returned to the castle immediately. Demitri had appointed all of regular troops in the castle to follow orders from either Calhoun, Bradshaw, Morrigan, or the late Brian, so the vampires did as they were told. Once inside they made there way into the Throne Room, the place Demitri would most likely be. Indeed, he was there. Standing next to him also, was Jenny, who was wearing a spider-web designed gown. She smiled at Felix when he came in, but frowned, seeing the look on his face.

"What is the news?"

"It seems that Bradshaw has defected. He is now a traitor. While scouting for him, we came across the body of both Duce and Dooms-Day." Calhoun paused. "They did not make it." Jenny light out a small gasp, and then looked at Felix. Duce was somewhat like a big brother to him, so she knew that he was hurting Calhoun continued with his report. "But, near the sight, we found the zombie here. Felix was first on the scene and efficiently took him down. I decided it best that we brought him here for further interrogation. I am sure he knows the location of the others. If we can get it out of him, we can launch an assault to smolder out all enemy attacks."

Demitri sat in his throne, listening carefully. When Calhoun was done, he leaned forward, his right hand rubbing his chin. "I see. You have thought on this, haven't you" He said in his rumbling yet smooth voice. Calhoun nodded. "Very well then. Take the Zombie into the Dungeon. From there, the information will be extracted." Calhoun nodded again and walked off, Demitri leaning back into his chair. "Duce is an acceptable loss considering what we have gained this day. This made Felix pick up his head.

"Exception. How can you call that acceptable. He's dead and that's all you have to say?" Felix yelled. Demitri raised himself to his feet.

"Do not raise your voice at me. You may find that my tolerance of you as of late has been shortening."

Felix swallowed hard. He had always had a fear of the Vampire. He had seen him fight, in practice before. Felix pretty much knew that he was outmatched in every way. But at this moment, he was to angry for rational thought. "I don't care. What you said was completely wrong and you need to be told that." Demitri slowly began to descend the stairs infront of the Throne. He finally stopped infront of Felix. For the longest time, it looked as if he was going to say something. Instead though, he shot his right hand towards the boy's neck and hauled him off the ground. In that same motion, he threw him across the room, his left shoulder smacking into the wall, dislocating it.

"Daddy no!" Jenny screamed stepping forward. Demitri shot him a glare though. As she looked into his eyes, for the first time, she saw the power that all of his enemies had seen. Saw the evil in him. It was as she was paralyzed. Te only movement she made was her trembling. Demitri turned back over to Felix, who had gotten back to his feet, his left arm hanging.

"My guards has informed me recently of your little night with my Daughter." Demitri said, stepping forward. Felix never even saw the Vampire shoot forward though, grabbing Felix's head, his fingers placed fully around it, before he once again lifted him off of the ground. His right fist suddenly made impact against Felix's gut, breaking several ribs in the process. He lifted him high into the air and suddenly came back down, the back of Felix's skull smacking into the concrete. Demitri backed off, crossing his arms. Slowly, he pointed both palms at Felix, each ball that had appeared while doing so joining together to become one. "You will not be touching her anytime soon" But before he could fire off a shot, Jenny had finally worked up enough nerve to stand infront of her father, blocking his path. "Get out of my way girl." He rumbled.

"No. I won't let you try and kill my boyfriend" She yelled at him. His eyes suddenly flashed an angry red.

"So then you fully admit that you two have been fooling around. Daughter, he is NOT good enough for you. Look how easily he falls before me. Now. MOVE!

"Yeah, move" A voice behind Jenny stated, before a hand gently moved her. "Maybe a couple of years ago, I would have backed down, but now im pissed."

"Felix?" Jenny said.

"S'all right. Im supposed to have this great power or something, right? Well then. Time I try to use it I guess" And with that, the Cat-Boy suddenly rushed Demitri. The vampire released his original stance and simply lifted his knee into Felix's gut. He was sent flying upwards. Demitri grabbed Felix's right arm with his own and spun around quickly, once again sending him into the wall. But this time, instead of crashing into it, he placed his legs just right and rebounded off of it, coming at Demitri like a bullet. He smacked into his mid-section and took him down to his back. Felix landed on him like that of a cat, leaped in the air to do a backflip, and landed into Demitri's gut. He attempted to get off of Demitri, but the Vampire was quicker. He launched a punched aimed right at Felix's jaw, sending him off. In the typical vampire way, Demitri slowly raised back to his feet as he stayed completely stiff. Felix also was back on his feet, in a crouching stance. Demitri came hard at him, but Felix leapt up and landed on Demitri's shoulders and then behind him. When Demitri turned around, he was struck by a quick spinning kick dealt by Felix, he went back into his crouching stance. The kick barely phased Demitri though, who instead of rushing, sent a fierce quick, knocking Felix backwards. Demitri went after him, pinning him to the ground, right hand raised, claws extending.

"You will die this night" He growled. Felix in response, closed his eyes very tight. He didn't even think of his next move. His right hand lifted, his index finger pointed at Demitri's face. A powerful energy beam rippled through the air and smacked the Vampire in the face. Demitri backed off suddenly, getting to his feet before finally landing on one knee, his hands covering his face. A low growl escaped from them. Felix simply blinked though, not sure of what just happened. Demitri raised to his feet, ready to attack again. His form burst into flames, changing into his demonic form. Claws raised, he came in, but this time, it was not met with fury hands, but instead, silky female hands caught it. Jenny had stepped in the way.

"No more. I don't care anymore. Just stop." She screamed at him, tears flowing. Demitri released his slack, unable to decide what to do next. He didn't have to make that decision though. Jenny released her hold on her father, and instead wrapped her arms around his waist, sobbing. "Please. Please, I don't want you to fight anymore." Demitri stood there before finally wrapping his own arms around her, transforming back into his more human shaped form.

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Hmhm. This is most interesting. It seems that even in the ranks of our enemies, there is much fighting. Diamond? Have you yet found what I am looking for? Excellent...There, it is done. From now on forth, you are Beastial, my Avatar.

Authors Note: Bloody Roar has been very kind to me. Fight fight fight fight fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.