Unlikely Heroes
Chapter 20: Trouble in Brazil
Even though Nicholas had made that statement nothing yet would come up from it. The male werewolf had a little bit of time to think about where he and Liru were now at in their relationship. He could still remember it well the night after the attack. The mess had been cleaned, but the mental part of it was still there. It was getting closer to bed when a knock on the door to his room happened. "Now who could it be?" the male werewolf asked.
Opening it, he was surprised to find the female standing there and looking pretty shaken still. "Liru," Nicholas said. "What is it?"
"I'm sorry…" she whispered, while also blushing at the same time. "But after what happened… I don't think I can sleep alone."
Her boyfriend smiled, and pulled her in close. "It's okay, I understand. Actually there was something I was wondering you'd do for me."
"What is it?" the female asked.
He placed one hand on the side of her face. "Liru… I love you; more than any person in the world. Hell even the nether for that matter. After dating for so long maybe it's time we take our relationship a step further by sharing the same room from now on. Think about it; two birds killed with on stone. You're next to someone that makes you feel safe and I have you by my side even more."
She squealed and threw her arms around her boyfriend. "Oh my god! Yes!" Liru responded.
A bit latter found the male werewolf was laying on his bed, which was the perfect size for two people. "So you ready?" he called to the bathroom.
The answer to that was of the door opening to reveal his girl. She was wearing the usual long sleeved t-shirt the male had seen before. But the air around Liru and the smile on her face were different. "Wow…" Nicholas breathed.
"Oh stop," the female giggled.
"Then come over here."
Liru hopped into the bed and snuggled up with her guy. The two snuggled up close. "Mmm this feels nice," she whispered.
"I know what you mean," Nicholas answered. The male couldn't help but feel a little worried as sleeping in the same bed cold lead to something else. However looking at the female it was obvious that she wasn't even close to thinking that. "Is this how you'd imagine it?"
"Very," Liru replied and kissed her boyfriend's cheek. "Now I really need some sleep."
"Okay."
"Love you…"
"I love you to."
As it turned out this would be the best night of Liru's young life, as well as the most enlightening and frightening one. The female did fall asleep easily happier than she had ever been. But during the sleep, the werewolf rolled over and her tail began twitching and tickling Nicholas's waist. That was the first time Liru ever felt it and when the female did, she woke up instantly. The male didn't wake up but she just lay there mentally grasping the size of her guy's tool as it pressed through the sweats he was wearing. In the dark and moment it felt to Liru that Nicholas was well endowed. This male felt huge. He'd be able to rip her apart if he became too excited. The female's boyfriend was stronger than her and Liru would be powerless to stop him.
It wasn't a Nicholas she wanted to see, lust burning in his eyes, a snarl on the face, growling and holding her down while the female screamed because of the pain during the rapid and powerful thrusts. Somehow Liru even after discovering this was able to fall back asleep. In the morning she remembered it well but found the male had gotten up already. Only latter on would he learn of this.
That had been a few days ago. Now things were about to be set in motion. The group had been contacted by Leon since something had come up. According to information received, a former Rindella researcher contacted a man by the name of Javier Lidalgo in a small South American country. Javier, an ex drug lord with political ties , disappeared shortly thereafter. It turned out to be a sample of the Leronica virus. The virus had continued to grow, altering forms, strengthening perpetually. And the person who had handed it over was Desker.
The group was happy to help. But it would take Leon a few days before he'd go along with another person. Everyone decided they would meet in Brazil and from there, head to the target. This would be a good thing since an unusual letter arrived in the mail. It was brought to Nicholas who upon seeing it, called a meeting.
"What is this about?" Cosmo asked when everyone had gathered.
"It's from the Vatican," stated the male werewolf. He opened it up. "It's a invitation from the Iscariot; they want to meet with us."
Nobody knew what to think of this. In the end everyone decided to head to the meeting place which was at one of the museums in the city. They were soon there but the person wasn't. "What time is it?" Nicholas asked.
"It's just pass three," Logan replied, looking at his watch.
"They arrange this and still can't be on time." Everyone was looking up at one of the pieces of art at the moment. "Do you think it's a trap?"
"I doubt Iscariot would be bold enough to stage an attack in broad daylight," Cosmo replied. "Especially one in public, right in the heart of enemy territory." The females from the nether were told about the religious part of this. The group then heard voices and looked up to see two human males dressed in Vatican attire approach. These new comers then stopped as they realized that they were being looked at.
"I think we're a bit late," the first human stated to his companion in an Italian accent. He had glasses, long white hair in a ponytail, and the middle of his outfit was purple.
"It would appear so sir," the second agreed.
"Oh dear," began the human with glasses and began to approach. "Sorry to keep-"
"That's close enough," Nicholas cut him off with a growl. The person stopped. "What business does the Vatican have here? And why send the Iscariots, the dirtiest of their ditty little secrets?"
"How unfortunate. It appears our reputation has preceded us. Allow me to introduce myself." The guy took off his glasses. "My name is Enrico Lexwell. I'm head of the Iscariot Organization, it is an honor to meet you." He put on a bow that seemed to be of respect, but the male werewolf wasn't buying it.
"I really don't care who you are," the male werewolf responded and turned to face the human. "Just tell us what you want."
"There is no need to take such harsh tone," Enrico replied, holding up his hands as though to show innocence. "We didn't come all this way here just to pick a fight with you-"
"I don't believe you!" Nicholas snapped, turning to face the human. "You've done nothing but show contempt to our treaties. The incident with Fileson, which I'm sure you've heard, was inexcusable! He threatened the lives of my best friends one of which I'm dating! I barely managed to escape with my head still attached! And you have the gull-"
"Will you shut up!" Enrico shouted, crushing his glasses that were in his right hand.
"How dare you…" the male werewolf snarled.
"You really expect us to let you do as you please?" The male human's face had changed to that of anger instead of the kind one he had just a moment ago. "You're monster friends? If we had slaughtered two million of your kind or Protestant scum I would have not shed a tear! I'm here under direct orders from his Holiness. Otherwise, I would not bother with you filthy creatures! So just shut up and pay attention, you miserable flea bitten mongrel!"
"A mongrel?" came the voice of Napoleon who walked right out of the wall with Pachira by his side. "Nothing like Iscariot to inspire the fear of God. Such fearsome insults. So many years of your rambling… truly some things never seem to change."
"The great vampire Napoleon that Fileson clashed with," Enrico replied. "Another I've heard about. I don't believe I've ever seen you in person before." The human put on that same bow but this time everyone in the group could see it was of mockery. "It's a great pleasure to make your acquaintance."
"Pleasure to meet you as well," the male replied. "And now I must say goodbye." He reached into the trench coat he had on and pulled out his gun. "You call my friend Nicholas here those things and expect me to let you live? I'm afraid I'm that I'm just going to have to put a bullet in you, you foolish little man."
"Oh how absolutely terrifying," Enrico answered, cracking his right knuckles. "How can a man be expected to deal with people who put a gun in their face? I think you'll agree that this turnabout is fair play. So why don't we make this fight interesting?" The human snapped his fingers. "FILESON!"
Everyone could see the said guy standing down the hall. He brought out his usual bayonets, and struck the one in the right hand into the ground. It actually created a crack in the floor. "As of me, and I shall give thee heathen for thine inheritance," he quoted. "And for the possessions, the ends of the earth." The human began to approach while still speaking. "I shall break them with a rod of iron, I shall dash them into pieces, like a poter's nest."
Enrico saw that Fileson was a bit more intense then needed be. "Be wise now the fore yee kings, be modest yee judges of the earth, serve the Lord with fear, and rejoice with tremble."
"No!" Enrico stated. The other human ignored him. Napoleon also stepped up as well.
"Iscariot does not jerk when the enemy presents itself." Both got grins on their faces, weapons at the ready.
"Neither of us could ever back down in front of an enemy," the male vampire commented. His girl had suddenly disappeared from his side. "Come on then, Judas Priest!"
Fileson let out a laugh. "You won't be so lucky this time, vampire!"
"Stop; I'm ordering you to stop!" Enrico barked. The two weren't paying any attention.
"Hi there!" Pachira said, suddenly appearing, having used the shape-sifting rune to look like she was part of a tour. The female even had a group of elders with her. "Right this way everybody! Everybody on the tour, right this way!" She was leading them between the two guys. "Right this way…" Pachira then commented, nervous as can be. "We're walking…"
Seeing how long this was going to take and not wanting his girl to get hurt, Napoleon put away his gun. "This isn't the time or place for a fight," he commented.
"Yes, ye may have a point there," Fileson agreed.
"I'm going back to sleep." The human had his weapons put away. "Sometimes getting up in the middle of the day like this is exhausting." The two turned away and began to head in their own direction.
"If you'll excuse me sir, I'm going back to Rome," Fileson told Enrico. "Next time I swear, I will rip him to bloody pieces."
Nicholas let out a chuckle as the priest paladin left. "It seems we both have to deal with some rather difficult people." The werewolf then growled out the next sentience and glared at Enrico. "Well… are you freaking done, pig?"
"Oh yes, I am quite done," he replied weakly. "Now that the violence is out of the way, perhaps you'd like to join me in the cafeteria garden."
"Well after you." The two left leaving the rest to let out a sigh of relief. Pachira was pretty pleased with what she had done. They were soon seated at one of the many tables in the area.
"We are aware that you've been looking into two particular words in connection to your… recent trouble," Enrico said. "We also know that you haven't uncovered anything of vault."
"Yes, that's more or less true," Nicholas commented.
"Millennium Virus correct? I know that this is special operations business, but we do some information regarding the name Millennium." The human was tapping one finger on a briefcase he had. "Do you want our files? Do you really wish to know what we know?" The werewolf made no response. "Come on. Yes, or no?"
"Yes, please," Nicholas responded with a struggle.
The human let out a chuckle and opened the briefcase. "I give you Millennium." It was a grey colored book. The other male began to read as Enrico began to talk.
"It started many years ago, during the second World War. Nazi party loyalists were preparing to flee from Germany. An extraction operation began just as Allied Forces took the country. Understandably, they needed enough time to evacuate while still standing their ground long enough not to be considered traitors. The majority of these party members and soldiers ended up in South America where they found refuge with a number of Nazi sympathizers."
"Those survivors were the Millennium Group?"
"Yes," answered Enrico "Millennium also refers to the classified operation to move these individuals and supplies to South America. And the military unit who carried out the orders…" Nicholas then looked up as he got it. "Oh… you just figured out how we know all this. Yes! We helped the Nazis do it! The Vatican gave their full support and helped create the Millennium group!"
In a dark corner on the inside right by this area, two figures could clearly see what was going on and heard everything. One was a tall human with glasses that had multiple lenses, a blood stained lab coat, and dirty blonde colored hair. He spoke up in a German accent. "I think perhaps they're starting to put it together. They know about Millennium and it won't take long that they figure out the Virus part is also us."
A second one, the same who spoken long ago after the girls had been captured the first time just smiled. More of his features could be seen. He was shorter and fat with a while military coat and gloves. His accent was also German "Put it together you say? Nonsense. They don't know anything about anything yet." A wicked grin came onto his face.
"Is it my imagination, or are you enjoying this?"
"Enjoying is hardly the word for this feeling Doctor. I'm ecstatic! Positively giddy with anticipation! Just think about what a terrible bloody struggle awaits us! It will be the greatest struggle of them all! They will soon see!"
X
This information was shared with everyone else along with Leon. The meeting place was decided upon. Those from the nether were on a plane to Brazil the next day. They arrived safely and could see the city through the window including the big statue on top of the mountain as they landed "Well seems we've arrived," stated Cosmo.
"Yeah, you can tell by the statue of Big J right there," Nicholas said with a grin. "Jesus wants a hug!"
The plane landed smoothly and everyone headed towards the hotel where Napoleon and Pachira were staying at. The rest had to be at a different one not only so the group was a bit split up, but also because the vampires had gotten the last room at this one. Luckily for the male and female it was a penthouse at the very top of the building. So they would have a good view from above at the area. "Alright, seems everything's ready for both of you," Logan pointed out while the group was inside the room.
"I'm jealous," Uma pouted, seeing how the room looked.
"Can't be helped," her wizard boyfriend replied. "I think you'll like your room at the other place."
Outside the room a man in a grey suit was spying on the group. "This is Red Glove to White Sock," he said into a walkie-talkie. "The guests have checked into the hotel. I repeat, the guests have checked into the hotel."
The door opened up and the figured moved, spraying some powder to erase his scent from Nicholas and Liru's noses. The rest from the nether came out, but stayed so the male werewolf could discuss the game plan. "Alright, we'll wait for Leon and his partner here. They should be here within a few days. In the meantime we'll start our own investigation tomorrow. We'll take today off. It was a long flight after all here."
"I can hardly wait," Napoleon responded, sensing the figure that had left but not fast enough. The way the vampire said it made Nicholas's ears twitch. This guy heard the figure move as well and his eyes narrowed. Both their girls and the rest gave them a look of questioning but then shrugged it off.
"I can hardly wait," the male vampire repeated as the rest left him and Pachira.
Meanwhile Enrico had returned to Rome and was meeting with the Pope. The first human had explained what had happened to the second person. "I see," went the human while sitting on his high backed chair. "We seem to have found ourselves sharing common interests with those from the nether. It won't be easy, cleaning this mess from many years ago. I'm sorry I must always be asking you to perform such unpleasant tasks."
"Your Holiness," Enrico replied. "Please think nothing of such tasks; Iscariot is a blade to be wielded in what ever way you see fit. But I think we should let the monsters and heathens fight it out amongst themselves. With any luck, not only will they dig their own graves, but pay for the funeral as well."
Latter that night would be a big one to say the least. For some reason Pachira felt uneasy, to the point of needing Napoleon. She came out of the bedroom to find him in the main sitting area. She saw the look on his face. "Honey, what is it?" the female asked.
"There's something interesting outside," he replied. "Well… maybe not in my opinion."
Suddenly the lights in the room went out. Then the sound of a helicopter could be heard as the said vehicle came out, flooding the room with light from the spotlight it had. "WHAT?!" Pachira exclaimed and ran to the window. Looking out she saw there was a camera crew on it. Then looking down below she could see police had barricade the entrance, while civilizations and reporters were behind this, reporting on the situation. They could be heard.
"What is this?!" the female vampire asked. At that moment Nicholas was coming out of the bathroom drinking a glass of water to find Liru had the T.V. on to the same report. "Honey, you need to see this!" his girlfriend exclaimed.
"Tensions are running high as 30 minutes ago, two armed terrorists, a man and a woman, have killed several of the hotel staff and guests," continued the reporter.
"Hm?" Nicholas asked since his mouth was full of water.
"They have now situated themselves on the top floor and have taken over a dozen people hostage." A picture of Napoleon and Pachira came up. This was so shocking, the male werewolf spat his water out in a comical way all over the T.V. screen with a funny sound.
The rest that were in the same hotel as the werewolves came to the room. "Can someone explain what the hell is going on?!" Logan demanded. "I'm watching T.V. and see Pachira and Napoleon on the news!"
"I think it's the enemy," Aiko stated.
"You would really declare war against us?" Nicholas growled while looking out the window. "You bring this on yourself!"
Elsewhere Fileson and Enrico were watching this on their own "Let's see you dance, you freaks!" the paladin said.
"Now then… it's time for us to go to war!" Napoleon stated in his hotel room.
Outside the barricade a tent had been set up with other officials inside that were in contact with the swat group that was going to storm the hotel. "Our snipers are in place," stated one of the men. "The two swat teams are in position. We're go; all teams move in. The targets are both in the penthouse and are confirmed to be heavily armed. Extreme predijice is advised; shoot to kill. We are not taking any prisoners. I repeat, the terrorists are to be shot on sight."
"There, everything has been arranged as you instructed," said another man towards a figure sitting in a chair with his legs resting on the table. "Is there anything else, Mr. Dlhhambra?"
The said person was wearing a brown suit with a matching hat. He had a mustache on his upper chin while the skin was a tanned color. There was a cigar in his mouth. "No, no," he replied in a slight accent. "This is very good. I can think of no tasks for you at the moment. You're on your way to being granted entranced to the kingdom of immortality."
In the hotel the swat men had made it inside, securing all floors and the elevator. The humans made it to the door and with a count of fingers, they busted in. Pachira was hiding but Napoleon was out, his head turned to them. "So you finally come," the male vampire said.
The enemy let out yells and fired with their machine guns. Napoleon moved and was too quick. With hands and elbows, he knocked the weapons away and the humans unconscious. A little bit of blood did come out of some of them, but they weren't dead. The male vampire licked up what he could, figuring it might come in handy just in case. "They're down, you can come out, honey."
Pachira did so from a closest. She saw what had happened. "Wait… are they…?"
"Just unconscious. I would never kill humans that were ignorant like these ones here. Only those that are the enemy like working for Rindella are on my hit list. Now, prepare for battle."
Suddenly his phone went off. Checking it showed it was Nicholas. The guy answered. "Are you and Pachira alright?" said the werewolf on the other end of the line.
"Yes. Some swat team members have already come in here. I had to knock them unconscious. They'll be fine. But I'm pretty certain they're under control of Millennium Virus."
"Can't be helped," Nicholas replied. "For them and any other humans just knock them out. If you see any monsters like we've encountered kill those. If you run into their leader, question him. The rest of us are on our way."
"Right," Napoleon stated. "See you soon." He hung and brought his guns out. "Now Pachira my love; it's time. Don't fall behind."
"Right!" the female vampire answered.
The two opened the door to the penthouse and walked out. There were more humans here. With a nod, both moved and had them knocked out. Those who hadn't been were reporting this to their leaders, stating that nothing could be done. While nobody was beg killed, they were still freaking out at the speed of the two vampires. Dlhhambra was listening to this with a smile. He wasn't the only one as the short round man, the taller one, and a third one with tan colored skin in a military coat were also viewing this on monitors close by that also had speakers so they could hear what was going on.
"Is that it?" asked the human in the blood stained lab coat.
"Oh no," the short fat one replied with a grin. "The knocking out has only just begun. He's not even close to being finished yet."
"So how do you wish to proceed?"
"Well it's not fun yet, that's for sure. Who care how many of these little police people he fights. It's like sprinkling water over a raging fire. I know how to liven this up! Tell Dubalcain Dlhhambra it's time to attack!"
Meanwhile back in the hotel the rest of the swat team on that floor were running for the elevator. But they weren't fast enough and dealt with by being knocked out. Any blood that came out was consumed by Napoleon. The two vampires made it to the first floor. They could see the floodlights bathing the area. The male looked to his right and saw the final swat team members that had been sent in. With a quick move the humans were sent flying out of the building, shattering the glass that made up some of the entrance. Napoleon then stepped out, but told Pachira to stay behind. The male thought he could sense another vampire like them nearby and would deal with this one.
Those watching like Enrico had a twisted smile on his face as though he enjoyed the show. Fileson had his teeth clenched. The short fat man let out a laugh. "What a glorious spectacle without the bloodshed!" he stated. "I love it! I've missed my beautiful war so very much! Look at him; just like I was told and showed by Rindella's officer Sergei! Now where are the others I wonder? I can hear the sympathy of war. It's been so very long. The chorus of screams, rising from the pits of hell."
Napoleon then saw Dubalcain approaching after getting past the barricade. This was the second vampire he had sense. "Oh my…" the enemy male commented. "You actually didn't kill them. So the rumors about you being a human protector vampire are true." The second vampire stopped and put on a bow like Luke had. Napoleon starred down at him since he was at the entrance still, which had steps leading up to it.
"My name is Dubalcain Dlhhambra Mr. Napoleon. Though some people have taken to calling me… The Dandy Man."
"Fascinating," the first male replied sarcastically, but then took a serious tone. "Did these poor souls belong to you?"
"Oh. You're speak of those unfortunate men who are strewn about. Their superiors were fools. And so they allow their men to end up fighting against something they couldn't win against. Truly amazing what some people will do on the promise of immortality." Dubalcain held up a playing card, as though it was a weapon.
"Taking advantage of idiots; we both know there's no such thing as immortality," Napoleon said.
"No need to be cruel, they still served their purpose," stated the enemy. "After all how much energy do you have left to deal with me, Mr. Napoleon?"
"You're starting to bore me, cut to the chase. What are you here for?"
Dubalcain raised his arm and more playing cards fell from the sleeve. It was like they were being summoned. They began to form a wiring circle around the other vampire. "I'm here to take away your un-life Mr. Napoleon. Millennium Virus has given me the task of bringing you and your nether friends in. Well… at least samples of all of you anyway."
This circle then moved around Napoleon. The enemy took one of the cards and threw it at the vampire. It hit the area, causing an explosion of dust. It was clear these weren't ordinary and razor sharp. The second vampire grinned, showing off his pointed teeth. The dust cleared showing the first male had gotten a cut and part of the stairs were destroyed. "I get it," Napoleon replied. "There's absolutely no reasoning with you people. Which leaves me and the others no choice but to keep beating or killing until none of you are left standing. Didn't your masters learn anything from the time we destroyed Rindella?"
Dubalcain brought out more cards and threw this. This time Napoleon jumped up to dodge them. The first vampire landed and the enemy threw another playing card. Napoleon moved and the object collided with the barrier, causing a section of it to explode. Another card was thrown, causing another. The humans watching moved to avoid getting killed. At that point Napoleon fired with his guns. Dubalcain was able to dodge the bullets by moving his body. While not as fast as Luke, this second vampire had enough speed. The two ran side by side with the first male firing. The bullets kept missing until one found its mark going through the enemy's neck, blood spraying out.
"Aiyee!" Dubalcain began but then stopped as did the blood. His body began to morph into playing cards, showing it was a clone made of them.
"Tch!" the first male growled.
Suddenly he was knocked off his feet and onto the ground. Dubalcain was standing behind him. "And right into my trap!" he said with a grin an snapped his fingers. A ring of cards formed around Napoleon and were flung at him, creating an explosion of dust and stone from the street. The enemy smirked, but then his eyebrows went up. The dust cleared showing a hole, but no body. Dubalcain looked up and saw Napoleon had jumped onto the front wall of the hotel. The first vampire ran straight up it.
"Oh no you don't," the second male stated and jumped up. He also began to defy gravity by walking on the wall. "Napoleon the vampire, you're so disappointing!"
Back at the tent the humans were talking. "Mr. Dlhhambra is still in the middle of fighting!" one said.
"But if something happens to him, we won't get what's coming to us!" another pointed out. Nicholas and the others entered the tent.
"Hello boys," the male werewolf said and his group moved. The humans were knocked out. Then it was onto taking any papers and valuable information. Once this had been done and the bodies moved out, Cosmo placed a detonator. They walked out of the tent, then a few seconds latter, it blew up. This caused a commotion but they weren't noticed as they were disguised as some of the other humans.
"I guess that's one step closer to beating the enemy," Nicholas said with a smile. "Now then, were did they put that helicopter?"
Meanwhile Napoleon was on the roof, a trail of blood behind him. He had contacted Pachira to meet him up there and wait for the enemy. "I can't stop bleeding," he said. "Those cards of his must be very special. Magic playing cards. How interesting. You sir, Dandy Man, are very amusing." The male then looked up. "Hi."
The enemy had made it. "Are you ready for another round, Mr. Napoleon?" stated Dubalcain. "I bet they have a special place ready for you… in the deepest pits of hell." Napoleon began to chuckle. "What? Is something funny?"
"I'm just amazed, that's all. That you like Luke would be this strong." The first vampire stood up, his hair beginning to move like seaweed underwater. "New enemies appear from Rindella and others! Ones that need to be beaten. Yes, I know. You remind me of that insane human with sunglasses and his plains! You'll be the first to be taken down! For now it's time to play, Dubalcain! I'm going to make sure you squeal any information you have!"
"You expect me to squeal?" the enemy shot back. "Are you serious? Don't you see what is happening? If only the world were so simple. You really have gone completely soft in the head!" The second vampire threw two more of his playing cards. They hit Napoleon who had activated the same three ruins from before while more dust came out from hitting sections on the roof. The eyes on Napoleon's clothes appeared and then the dust swirled around his body, making him disappear.
"Trying to run again? Useless," stated Dubalacin and held up some more cards. Suddenly a shot came out of nowhere, knocking them out of his hand. Looking showed it was Pachira who had done so. She had a long-range gun that had been brought with the group for the mission originally. The female fired round after round while the second vampire used his cards as a shield to block the bullets. Soon Pachira had run out of ammunition. Tossing the gun aside, she picked up one of the cannons that had been used earlier and fired.
"GO TO HELL!" Dubalacain yelled and used one of his cards to slice through the large bullet in half. The two new pieces flew pass him, hitting the area, causing more smoke and stone to come up. "I've had enough of this!"
Suddenly he heard Napoleon from behind and saw his glowing red eyes and shadowy form. The enemy threw a card and it hit this. It disappeared but then next second another came with a gun at the ready. The second male was shocked and attacked again. The dust cleared revealing a massive blob of eyes, one black head of a hellhound like creature with the gun being held. It then dissolved. Dubalacain didn't know what to think of this and began to sweat with fear. Napoleon then appeared behind the enemy with a growl. His opponent spun around with a card ready. The first male caught the arm, while his right leg came out, hitting Dubalacain's left knee. The angle and strength was so much the limb not only broke, but was nearly torn in two. Blood and shards of bone came out.
The enemy felt extreme pain and the shriek that came out showed this. "This is the end of it!" Napoleon exclaimed, still holding onto the arm. The male's gun was gone. "Now you loose!" His left arm shot back and gathered up power for one final blow. The enemy let out a shot and got ready with one more card. The two vampires came in with their choice of weapon; one with his hand in a stabbing like motion, the other with the more effective one. The two met in a clash with the force of the blow being seeing. For a few seconds nothing happened. Then Napoleon's hand tore threw the card and kept going. Dubalacain's hand was split between the middle and ring fingers, followed by his arm. Blood, gore, and bone came out as the enemy felt unimaginable pain and cried out louder this time. Napoleon's hand also was shredded apart, but thanks to the blood he had before, it reformed.
The enemy began to fall but one hand from the first male caught him and held him up high. "And that's game over for you Dubalacain!" Napoleon stated. He then brought the second vampire up to his face that had fear on his. "Now then… it's time we get to the business at hand. I'm obliged to give you a full interrogation. So you're going to tell me everything you know. Well… you're blood will." Lifting up the enemy's neck, Napoleon bit down to start getting the information from the crimson liquid.
While this would mean that now the enemy was inside the male vampire as a familiar the series of images that came with him were far more useful. Napoleon saw the Major and Doctor along with Albert talking about plans for world domination. Another that appeared with them was a man with grey hair, and a grey military coat. The Rindella logo was pinned to his chest like a metal. A fourth man who had been watching was also seen but with more details. In addition to his tanned colored skin there were red eyes, white hair, and a dull green colored military coat being worn. There were a few others as well. There were also thousands of what appeared to be soldiers as well.
The body of Dubalacain suddenly burst into blue flame like Jan's had. They moved over on top of Napoleon. Pachira came running up and stopped when she saw the bloody mess nearby. "My god…" she whispered. Suddenly her boyfriend emerged, having using the newly acquired blood to survive as what remained of the second male crumbled away, leaving only some of the cards behind.
"What was that?" the female asked. Suddenly Nicholas and Liru appeared in a helicopter. The male werewolf had a human at gunpoint.
"Hey both of you!" he stated. "Can I offer you a lift somewhere?"
The two were taken away but all the information was shared with everyone. This would help latter on. For now, it was onto focusing with helping Leon and his mission. Little did they know that the enemy had seen this whole battle and had gone on to inform others of them. As for the Dandy Man's defeat this was no set back at all.