I'd just like to let you all know that this will be the very last blast from the past and so you all should be very much caught up by now. I only hope I haven't left this story too long to finish and It finds some new readers out there who like it. I'd love to know what people think if you'd like to leave a comment. I am trying to get round all my old stories and I know it is taking me time which I do apologise for. Well here you go and happy reading.

Date: Four years ago, November.

Time: 18.09

Whereabouts: Woods, England.

Four cloaked figures stood round a women who had her hands and feet tied together. She was reading loudly from a very old looking book that was before her on the ground. A few foot in front was five candles that were sat on each point of a drawn out pentagram. She drew close to the end of the chant when the wind began to pick up. The candles flickered as they sky above them began to flash. She looked up looking scared.

"Don't stop," one of the cloaked figures commanded.

"It needs the blood of the new master," she said pointing to the centre of the pentagram.

The cloaked figure in the darker cloak stepped forwards and lifted his sleeve before drawing a knife that he slowly dragged up his skin. The blood trickled down his arm and into the pentagram. As it hit the floor, a bolt of lightning crash down apon it making him jump back. The bolt remained, keeping contact with the blood as the ground below it began to crack open. The women scurried back in fear as she watched.

"It actually worked?" She asked herself looking fearful.

"Of course it did, Tigon wouldn't lie to me," the cloaked figure with the darker cloak yelled as they all circled the bolt and lifted their arms in the air.

As the crack largened, two shadowy figures clawed thier way out. One red one black and both as large as a tiger with glowing white eyes and long, sharp claws. Their tails were as long as thier bodies and had a spike at the very end. They looked at the cloaked figures before resting their eyes on the leader, their new master.

"Yes, you did it, you raised my helpers," he said looking at the women.

"Can I go now, please?" She begged as she used a tree to help get to her feet.

"And miss a chance to see my new pets in action?" He grinned as the two hounds approached the women.

"No, please," she cried as she tried to circle the tree to get away. She couldn't run as her feet were tied.

The hounds split up going round each side of the tree. She closed her eyes in fear, waiting for the attack before something darted at her from across the woods.

"Sit!" Last-Dance called as he charged forwards and smacked the black hound on the head with his cane before kicking the second in the face. "What are these things?" He asked guarding the women.

"Hell hounds," the women said looking over Last-Dance's shoulder at the beasts.

"For real?" Last-Dance asked. "Well I guess we better send them off back home."

"Should we help the hounds?" One of the cloaked figures asked.

"No," the leader said. "The hounds have got this. Let's go," he said as one of the men picked up the book and they headed off.

The black hound was first to attack with its claws out stretched. Last-Dance grabbed the women and spun round with her as the beast hit the tree instead. The red hound went for the women as Last-Dance lifted her in the air just out of its reach before putting her back on her feet. The black hound leaped back up aiming for the head as Last-Dance pushed back on the women so she was leaning over and Last-Dance was leaning with her.

"Are we dancing?" The women asked confused at the odd movements.

"What can I say? I like to dance," he smiled as he lifted them back up and spun the women and pushed out so they separated just as the red hound came for them again. "Any chance you know a weakness?"

"No," the women said feeling a little dizy as she held onto the tree.

"No worries, I'll improvise," he said as he ran to the clearing.

The two hounds followed close on his heel as he jumped up, kicking of a tree, then a second to get some hight before slamming the cane down onto the back of the black hound. The hound gave a whimper as it hit the floor. The red hound then took a swipe as Last-Dance jumped back but not enough as the claws made contact with his stomach.

"Awch," he said looking at it. It had gone in deep and was starting to bleed. "Let's see how you like It," he said round house kicking the beast before stabbing it in the belly with the cane as it began to howl in pain before turning to flames. "Wow, that hurts," he said gripping his stomach.

The black hound was back on its feet and looking at where its former friend had been sent back to hell before turning and charging off. Last-Dance was ready to follow but the pain from the cuts were starting to kick in now the adrenalin was wearing off.

"Are you okay?" The women asked running to him. She had managed to get the rope off of her legs but her hands were still bound.

"Peachy," he said leaning against one of the trees. "I don't know actually. This is really starting to hurt."

"Undo your shirt," the women said as Last-Dance looked at her.

"What?" Last-Dance asked looking unsure. "I don't think this is a good time for that plus, I think your a bit old for me."

"Look, you need help," the women said starting to undo the tux as Last-Dance pushed her away before sliding down the tree till he was sat. "You prefer to die?" She asked as Last-Dance looked at her. "Trust me," she said as Last-Dance thought for a moment before giving a small nod.

The women began to help remove the tux before undoing the shirt. Once opened she look a little stunned at the fact Last-Dance was in a bra. "Problem?" Last-Dance asked although she knew what the women was shocked about.

"No I just didn't think you was a... or a... child," she said looking up at Last-Dance who didn't look back. The women then looked back down at the cuts and put her hands over them. A moment later and a white light shone from her hands as Last-Dance stiffened. "Its okay," the women reassured. "I have a secret myself, I'm a... I'm a witch, a white witch."

"Really?" Last-Dance asked looking from the women to her hands that were still placed on the cuts. "That's pretty cool."

"Your not freaked out?" The women asked looking unsure.

"I've just had to fight two dogs with glowing eyes that's been ripped from hell," Last-Dance chuckled. "Its actually starting to get pretty hard to get freaked out anymore," she said as the women gave a smile.

"I'm Kim by the way," Kim smiled.

"Last-Dance," she said before removing the mask to reveal her face. "Or, you can call me Ely."

A couple of hours later, and Ely was back to full strength and back at the church looking for farther Roberts. Tammy was busy painting up the pub, a job Ely promised she'd help do but first, she wanted to tell Roberts about Kim. She entered his office to find it empty. He'd more than likely be in a confession so she sat down to wait. As she did, a letter caught her eye that was sat on the desk. She picked it up and not minute later, Farther Roberts come in.

"Ah, Ely, what a surprise to see you here today," Roberts smiled as he took off his coat. "Arnt you two ment to be painting?" He asked but his smile soon faded when he saw the letter Ely was holding.

"Does Tammy know?" She asked looking up at him as he lightly shook his head. "This was dated almost two weeks ago. When was you planning to say anything?"

"You two have been so busy with the pub and chasing the Devils hand," he said stepping over to the desk to take a seat on the other side. "They said it's too fare gone for them to do anything about it anyway. I didn't want to worry the two of you," he said as Ely fell quiet, a single tear began to roll down her cheek. "Hey Now, don't cry," he said picking up the box of tissues. "Do you know how old I am?"

"About fifty?" She asked with a light shrug.

"I look that young," he said as she raised a eyebrow in confusion. "I was born in 1892."

"What?" Ely asked looking at him.

"That mask you wear can prelong human life," he said with a kind smile. "As it's guardian, I benefit from its power when I protect it between the wearers use."

"Then you need it back," Ely said grabbing the mask and putting it on the desk as he smiled.

"If I keep this, then the blood of everyone you will save from now on, will be on my hands," he said simply. "I've had a good life Ely. I found love, I had the most amazing daughter I could ever wish for and I've had the honour of helping the wearers, especially you, Ely. I'm okay with this."

"I don't know what to say," Ely admitted as another tear fell.

"You don't have to say a thing," Roberts smiled. "Doesn't matter if my body is still breathing, my spirit will always be with you and Tammy and I know you will both do me proud. I love the two of you more than anything."

"I love you too," Ely said giving him a weak smile before standing up.

"Oh, and Ely," he said as she looked at him. "Don't tell Tammy. I fear she won't be quite as understanding."

"Sure," Ely nodded before leaving the room.

Six months later and Tammy was stood behind the bar serving drinks. Ely now 16 was walking through with two plates of food for one of the tables. There dreams of opening the pub was finally a reality and business wasn't too bad either. The placed looked great and to the fare side of the bar sat a photo of Farther Roberts with a small reef and a candle.

"Here you go," Ely smiled putting the two plates down in front of a elderly man and women. "Hope you enjoy."

"Oh, I know I will," the man said looking happy.

"You've turned out to be such a lovely little cook my dear," the women smiled.

"Thanks," Ely smiled as she left them both to join Tammy behind the bar. "There such a sweet couple," she said.

"They've been here every Sunday since we opened," Tammy pointed out. "They must really like your grub," she said before looking at at the Tv that was up on the wall. "You seen this? A new super hero group in America called the Teen Titans. Huge at the moment."

"No, not really had time to watch telly," Ely said looking over as the Titans were getting interviewed. The camera then moved to Raven who was using her powers to transport a villain into the police van as Ely's head began to pound. She griped her head in pain.

"You okay?" Tammy asked. "Is this a Last-Dance thing?" She had come use to Ely getting the strange head aches and hearing voices when bad things were about to happen.

"I'm not sure," she said looking up at Raven. "I think I need time off to take a trip."