A/N: Guess who is back? Yeah, me! Sorry about the slow update schedule, I've been procrastinating. I've been having trouble writing this story, and I fear this may not be as good as my last chapters. However, there is good news! Now that it's summer, I've got a lot of free time on my hands, so I'm going to (hopefully) get another chapter out by mid-August, and maybe another mid-September. Hopefully. Anyways, on to the reviews!

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That's it for reviews. As well, I'd like to thank everyone who's read my story and put up with my terrible update habits. Anyways, onto the chapter.

Chapter 7

Screams of pain cut though the silence of an abandoned building South of Whitechapel. Screams turned to sobs, then back to screams.

"Please, make it stop…"

Chained down in the centre of a demonic circle set in one of the rooms lay Sarah. To Jesse, she's an important part of his plan to take over the world. If this process fails, then he could be in a bit of trouble.

"Please," Sarah begs. "Make it stop…"

Alas, not a soul responds, for no others are in the room.

She screams out again. Normally, Sarah was a fighter, the kind that would fight to the end. But this, whatever it is, is too painful for even a fully-fledged vampire to endure.

As the pain eases away, she makes an attempt to break the chains, but to no avail.

"Please, just let me go…"

*Meanwhile*

In another room, Jesse and his new minion, Erica, were sitting in office chairs, watching the ordeal. Erica has a neutral expression, while Jesse is grinning madly.

"This is almost over, Sarah," Jesse says, continuing to grin. "Don't you worry. The spell will corrupt you soon enough."

Benny's P.O.V.

"Eat that, Rory! Hail the power of the plants!"

"Aw come on, I wanted to play as the plants," Rory whines. "And since when did you not want to play zombies? I've noticed that you don't play as the zombies at all since a couple months before we graduated into tenth grade."

"I never ever, ever want to play as the zombies ever since I became one of them," I answer, shivering at the thought of that memory. Even now, I still get the occasional nightmare from it.

"Really, Benny? Plants Versus Zombies now, when the girls need us? I told you what I saw from that vision, and all you're doing is sitting there playing video games?"

Rory, Cameron and I turn to see Ethan standing in the door way. He's armed with various vampire killing gadgets, and from what I can see, I think he created a few new ones.

"What do you mean?" Cameron asks. "I'm sure they're fine."

"No they're not. I just had a vision not even twenty minutes ago. From what I can tell, Jesse's trying to possess Sarah and Erica with some sort of demon or spirit, and use them against us, or any other potential threats to his plan," Ethan says. "We need to help them."

"E, how do you even know where they are?" I ask.

"I have a vague idea of where they are, but I'm gonna need you to help me narrow things down," he responds. "Do you have any locating spells?"

I flip through my spell book, muttering the names a few spells that I might find useful later.

"Ah, finally, here it is," I say after a few moments. "Directional trahere, or directional pull, in English. This spell shall give a slight pull in the direction of the person that the user is thinking about the strongest at the given time."

"Perfect," Ethan says, a grim expression suddenly making its way on to face. "We should hurry, because we don't know how much time we have left. The sooner we leave, the better the chances are of saving Sarah and Erica. Let's get going before Jesse can cause any more harm!"

Jesse's P.O.V.

Tap, tap, tap. Hmm… which of my minions could that be?

A pale teenager walks into my office, his expression neutral.

"Isaac, is there something you need?"

"The bait is ready, and the targets are on their way here, sir," he responds.

"Good, Isaac," I say, smiling slightly. "Pack up all of the equipment. We're moving bases."

"Yes, sir," he says.

"Oh, and one last thing: make sure the hell hounds are ready, and that Sam has the spells memorized," I say.

"On it, sir," he replies before leaving.

"Pitiful human fools. They should've quit while they had the chance."

Cameron's P.O.V.

As I load all the equipment into the back of the truck, Ethan comes up to me with a list and two silver gloves.

"Okay, let's check over the list and see if we got everything," Ethan says, holding the list up so that we can look at both it and the equipment. "Wooden stakes and the stake-o-matic?"

"Check," I say.

"Holy water balloons and holy water guns?"

"Check."

"Silver knives, courtesy of Benny's grandma?"

"Mm hmm."

"Cross?"

"Got it."

"Nerf guns with stake-tipped ammo?"

"Yup."

"Magic bombs?"

"Check."

"Splinter-shooting shotgun?"

"Yeah, we have it," I say. Wait, did he say shotgun? "Hold on, since when did you have a shotgun?"

"I built it when you guys were playing PVZ Garden Warfare, using parts of my grandfather's hunting shotgun to help create it," he answers. "Oh, and while I was at it, I refurbished my grandfather's old crossbow and made you these."

He tosses me the pair of silver plated gloves. Inspecting them, I realize that they're a bit big for me, and that the tips of the fingers are sharpened, like they're claw covers.

"They're gloves for when you turn into a werewolf. The silver plating is for protection, and the claws, well, I think you can figure that out yourself. Also, there's an anti-demon symbol carved into the back of it, just for safety reasons."

"Alright," I say. "I think we have everything we need. I never thought you'd be good with engineering and repairing things."

"Yeah, well, with the discovery of the supernatural, sometimes, you learn that some skills will really help you out. Turns out, I'm actually good at building and repairing things," Ethan replies, pulling a tarp over the gear before strapping it down. "Anyways, let's get Rory and Benny, and be on our way."

As Ethan goes off to find the two, I jump into the driver's seat of my pickup. As I pull out my phone, I hear the door to the front passenger seat open. I look over to find Claire sitting in shotgun, feet on the dash board.

"Nice to see that you're joining us," I say to my cousin, smirking.

Seeing that she's not responding, I turn my head to face her.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"It's too late. Sarah and Erica have already been turned evil, and Jesse's minions have somehow summoned two hell hounds," Claire answers, looking me in the eye.

"But can't we at least try and stop them before they get away?" I question, raising an eyebrow. "Wait, did you say hell hounds?"

"Yeah, I did. And I think it would be better if you didn't," she replies.

"If we didn't what?"

Claire and I look out the side window, and standing there with his arms crossed is Ethan, with Benny and Rory behind him.

"Is there something you'd like to tell us, Claire?" Ethan asks.

"Look, I know you're not going to like this any more than I do, but I think it'd be best if you didn't we didn't go try and rescue Sarah and Erica. They've already been possessed, so we can't save them, at least, not yet," Claire says, getting out of the truck.

"Wait," Benny interrupts. "I have an anti-possession spell that works if the target has been possessed for less than twelve hours. And if that doesn't work, then we could always use the demon vacuum that we created when Sarah got possessed last year."

"Alright," Claire sighs, raising her hands in defeat. "Be my guest, but be warned: Jesse has two hellhound at the ready, and he won't be afraid to unleash Sarah and Erica on you."

"We're willing to take the risk," Ethan says.

"Okay then."

Claire turns to face me.

"You know that I can't go with you, either wise Jesse will know that I'm a traitor," she says to me.

"I know," I say.

"You better come back alive," Claire says, smirking. "I don't want grandma and grandpa chewing me out about you getting killed."

"I won't," I say. "Promise."

"Well then," Benny says, smiling. "Let's get this show on the road!"

"We'll see you later, Claire," Ethan says, grabbing a crossbow and a quiver of arrows. "That is, if we don't get ourselves killed."

With that, Ethan, Benny and Rory climb into the truck, with Benny riding shotgun.

"So, Ethan," I start. "Where exactly is this place?"

"I don't exactly know where this base of theirs is, but Benny has a spell that we can use to find the girls," Ethan says. "Benny, location spell, please."

"One spell to find super-hot chicks, coming right up," Benny says, his trademark grin plastered to his face. "Quodammodo domini ostende mihi viam in qua sunt amici!"

After a few moments of silence, Rory pipes up.

"Did it work?"

"I think so," Benny says. "I'm feeling a slight tug towards the south."

"Then that's where we go," I say. "Alright, Benny, let me know where to go."

"Okay. Just continue down this road, and then turn once you go past the grocery store," Benny says.

About half an hour later, we approach a forest, not far south from Whitechapel. It gives off an eerie aura, one so creepy that even I get chills. And I'm not as much of a scaredy-cat as these guys!

While I'm busy driving, the others are looking around fearfully. I can sense their unease. Anything could just jump out from the shadows and attack us.

"Um, guys?" Rory suddenly says.

"What, Rory? If you want to get out and ditch us, be my guest," I say as I roll my eyes.

"No, I'm not gonna ditch you guys," Rory says. "I'm just wondering if any of you guys brought any weapons with you into the car."

"I have two silver knives," Ethan says. "I've also got a holy water pistol. I put the crossbow in the back, so I can't give it to you. Benny?"

"Just my spell book," replies the spell master.

"I've got some silver gloves, but they're useless unless I'm in werewolf form," I say, holding up the pair of gloves that Ethan made for me. "Why are you asking?"

"I just want to make sure we have some gear, in case we get attacked by some giant creepy mutant," Rory says. "But if we did get attacked by a giant mutant that would be pretty cool. Imagine it firing lasers from its eyes, and smashing trees to tiny little bits with robotic arms!"

Sighing, I tune him out, choosing to focus on the road that lay ahead rather than listen to Rory rambling on about robot mutants.

I continue to drive down the worn and overgrown path. Suddenly, something falls from the treetops and lands on the hood of my car. Ethan jumps back in shock, Benny screams, and Rory, well, he did what you'd expect him to do: shriek like a little girl. As for me, I just let loose a string of swears.

"What the heck?" Benny asks, looking around like he was expecting something to just pop out and give us a double scare.

Against my better judgement, I put my gloves on and step out of the car. Ethan and Benny got out as well, while Rory stays in the car.

Ethan looks at the thing that landed on the hood of my truck. As he examines it, I assess the damage done to my car. Let's see… A relatively large dent is now placed into my car. Perfect. Just freakin' perfect. This is gonna cost quite a bit.

"Oh, geez."

I look up to see Ethan inspecting the thing. He must have moved it off the hood with Benny's help.

"What's wrong?" I ask as I move over to take a better look at it. When I stand next to Ethan, I quickly realize what had disturbed him.

"Yeah," Benny says as he looks up.

"It's a dead body," Ethan finishes. "See how pale he is? That's due to a lack of blood. Looks like whoever this was spent his last moments being turned into a snack by Jesse and his minions."

That's probably got to be one of the worst ways to die. Imagine it: feeling the life slowly getting drained out of you, until all that remains is an empty shell.

Ethan sighs, looking away in sadness. After a few moments, he turns back to face us. Ethan looks us each in eye, a serious expression having made its way across his face.

"I'm not sure about you guys, but I won't stand for this. Jesse and his followers must die," Ethan declares. "He is pure evil, and I'm not about to let him destroy Whitechapel and everything I love. Now, are you guys going to stand with me, to protect Canada from this evil? Are you willing to lay your life on the line to prevent the loss of many innocent lives? Are you brave enough to fight the things in the dark that gave us nightmares as kids? Are you courageous enough to look death in the eye, knowing that your life can be snuffed out as easily as the fire of a candle?"

"Ethan, I will stand by your side till the day I die. I know you'd do just as much for me," Benny says.

Both boys turn to me, awaiting my answer.

"I may not know you as well as Benny or Rory, and I'm not psychic like Claire, but I can see that you have good intentions. I will work with you to bring down this network of evil," I say, crossing my arms. "And I can also say that Claire would feel the same. She'd not hesitate to join your cause and take down Jesse."

"Thank you. I'm glad to have you people fighting with me," Ethan says. "I know we aren't the heroes that people expect to save the day, but we can still make a difference, no matter how small. Jesse must be stopped, or we risk losing Whitechapel and everything we know and love. Cameron, start the truck. Let's go and save the girls."

? P.O.V.

I'm sitting in the security office of the mostly abandoned base, watching the feed from the security cameras. I pay close attention to the screen showing a truck driving down the forest path and towards our base.

Hmm, those pitiful human fools have finally arrived. Let's see if they can defeat the hounds of hell. This should be interesting.

"Nick! Get over here!" I shout.

A teenager in a grey hoodie walks into the office, hands in his pockets, headphones around his neck.

"What is it, sir?" asks Nick.

"The seer and his friends have arrived. Get the hellhounds ready," I answer.

"Yes, sir!" he chants, before turning to leave.

"Oh, one more thing," I say. "Just as a counter measure, make sure that Sarah and Erica are armed and ready. If these supposed 'heroes' defeat the hell hounds, let the girls loose on them. It'd be a lot more entertaining to have them fight some of their closest friends."

"On it, sir," Nick says, leaving.

Oh, I'm gonna enjoy this. I can't wait to see these puny losers get ripped to bloody shreds!

Erica's P.O.V.

Ugh… I'm so bored. When do I get to destroy and burn down the geeks' houses? I can just imagine the fear on their puny little faces. Oh, what I wouldn't give to scare the shi-

"Ladies, get ready. Sam wants you to get ready, just in case the seer and his friends defeat the hell hounds," says a voice.

I look up to see a teenager, Nick, I think it was, standing in the doorway.

"Thank god," I say, sighing afterwards. "I need something to do. I'm really bored."

"And killing those nerds is the perfect opportunity to test out our new powers before turning on the town," Sarah throws in.

"Remember, there's still a chance that you won't get to fight them," Nick says.

"Meh, it's better than doing nothing. Let's get going," I say.

Sarah and I follow Nick to the equipment stash. As we're walking along, I notice Sarah frowning.

"What's wrong?" I ask as I lightly bump her in the shoulder. "Don't worry about anything. By the time this is over, you'll be enjoying life, rather than lumbering around the Underworld."

"I get that," Sarah says. "But part of me wonders if we're doing the right thing. And I don't really want to kill the seer. He's… I… I'm not sure what it is, but I just don't want to kill him."

"Ugh. Sarah, stop listening to the good side of you. You're evil! You're a twisted and hot vampire chick! You don't fall for geeky little nerds, you fall for the buff bad guys!" I say, shaking her a little.

"You're right. It's stupid. My good side is getting to me. I should probably talk to Jesse about that," she responds. "Oh, and I heard that he has a spell that can steal the powers of a demon. If we do a really good job of killing those dweebs, maybe we can get those demon powers!"

"Not bad, Sarah. Not bad at all," I say, grinning maliciously. "Now, let's go kill some dorks."

Benny's P.O.V.

Cameron continues to drive his now dented truck down the worn forest path. Nothing happens so I slowly start to relax. Of course, the moment I think 'Hey, maybe things are slowly starting to go our way,' everything goes to hell. And you want to know how? I'll give you a hint: hell hounds. Figured it out? No? Okay, never mind. But here's what happens.

We're driving, and slowly, we start to see the building where Erica and Sarah are. I get out of the truck and head to the trunk to arm myself. I manage to grab a pouch filled with garlic bombs when Rory suddenly starts screaming in panic.

"What now, Rory?" I ask, turning around. "If it's a demon squirrel, then you're probably seeing thi- holy crap! What is that?!"

On this side of the truck, some giant demon dog is slowly approaching us, growling evilly. I look over my shoulder to see another demon dog making its way towards Ethan and Cameron.

Rory starts shaking me, and I look forwards.

"Crap."

I barely managing to leap out of the way before the dog slams into the truck. I hear Cam swear in the background before angrily shouting about repairing his truck.

The demon dog starts advancing towards me. Well, I'm screwed. Just as it's about pounce, I hear Rory shout, "Hey, you dumb mutt!"

The canine turns its head, and its expression goes from mad to furious.

"Yeah, I'm talking to you, moron!" he says. "Why don't you go pick on someone your own size?!"

While it's busy with Rory and his insults, I scramble to my feet. I pull out my spell book, mutter a few words in Latin and a searing ray of white light blasts from my hand, vaporizing the demon dog and sending it back to wherever the hell it came from.

"Ah!"

Rory and I run over to the left side of the truck, only to find Cameron dodging a cone of fire.

"The thing breathes fire?! What?!" Rory exclaims. "That's so cool!"

"Rory!" I shout. "Not the time to geek out about what the dog can and can't do! Kill dog now, geek out later!"

I start chanting the spell, but the mutt launches itself at Ethan, knocking him down. It grabs Ethan's arm with its jaws, quickly dragging him into the forest.

"NOOO! HELP!" Ethan screams, trying his best to wrestle free from the dog's grip.

"I'm coming, Ethan!" I shout in response as I start running after him.

"Benny, don't," Cameron says, putting an arm in front of me, holding me back.

"What? No!" I argue. "Do you think I'm just going to let that thing take my best friend!? Do you?!"

"It's not safe to go into the forest alone. Especially not without a way out," Rory says. "You'll be lost for who knows how long?"

"And, once the dog is done with Ethan, he'll kill you next," Cameron adds. "Besides, Ethan died for a good cause, one that he truly believed in. He'd not want you to waste your time trying to save him. He want you to go save the innocent lives of the citizens of Whitechapel, and all of Canada, for that matter. Now, we need to go before it's too late to save Sarah and Erica."

"No…" is all I can manage. I suddenly start crying, saddened by the loss of my closest friend. "NO!"

A/N: things have just got worse for the gang. Ethan's dead, Sarah and Erica are corrupted, and Whitechapel is doomed. What next? Will Benny, Rory and Cameron prevail? But how will they do so without Ethan? Until next time, my faithful readers. Don't forget to leave a review!