Well, here's chapter 3. Sorry, I took so long this time. My birthday just passed!

Well, moving on now…

Another day in the Romanian castle. Raphael was getting bored sitting around in the house, so he decided to it was time to get some entertainment here. It would be nice to bring a guest for once, but who would he invite here? Siegfried was getting annoying, Mitsurugi was just going to harp on about the psycho ninja lady that stalks him, and Cassandra…well he's just trying to flat out avoid her for certain reasons. The last thing he wanted was for her to start crying again, causing her sister to show up, and thus getting kneed in the balls over and over like last time they came over. After going through his list, the light bulb finally went off. He got up to tell Amy, who was in the room nearby.

"Amy, I'm going to invite my good old friend Zasalamel over, okay?" he said, smiling. Amy put down the lighter. Raphael didn't understand why she had a lighter, and was in fact getting a little freaked out about it, but now wasn't the time to question her.

"But, daddy…you don't talk to him…" she said.

"Don't be ridiculous! Zasalamel is my boo!" he said, smiling because he finally got a chance to use urban lingo. Amy's eyes shot wide and there was a long pause.

"Dad…" she started slowly. "I think you mean 'homie'…" Amy corrected. Raphael stopped smiling.

"Whatever! What difference does it make!" he asked, slightly annoyed.

"Well, when you call him your boo, you are basically saying that he's your bitch,"

"Amy, don't say that! Now go to your room and think about what you just said!" Raphael said, appalled of Amy using such profanity.

"I'm telling the truth, gosh!" she yelled as she walked out of the room.

Not long after that, Raphael was sitting in the Foyer, waiting for his "boo". There was a loud knock at the door. Excited, Raphael popped up and skipped (that's right, skipped like a giddy little schoolgirl) to the door and answered. There he was, standing there, taller than Raphael in his white hood, his black and gold eye staring the blonde down unemotionally.

"Zasalamel! I'm so glad you could make it!" Raphael said. Zasalamel simply nodded and followed Raphael in.

They both walked to the largest room in the whole mansion. Raphael raised his hand out proudly and spoke. "Welcome to my humble abode!" Raphael said confidently, causing an echo. Zasalamel looked around the whole room in puzzlement, finally turning to the Frenchman and spoke.

"Why are all your windows smashed?" he asked. Raphael looked down and cleared his throat.

"Well, you see, I had a window broken in my house for the seventeenth time, so I got it repaired. Unfortunately, the repair man didn't think it suited the house, so he broke another window. I decided, screw it, and threw rocks through all the windows!" he explained. Zasalamel raised his eyebrow.

"…You are a strange man,"

"I know," he answered, not even retaliating. "So anyway, did you bring the stash?" Raphael asked, clasping his hands together eagerly. The hooded man held up a bag and smirked.

"But of coarse," he said.

…

The two men were sitting in a small, smoke filled room, both giggling like fools. Suddenly Zasalamel's smile faded as he seemed to ponder something deep. Raphael slowly stopped laughing as he noticed his expression.

"What's wrong?" he asked. Zasalamel sighed depressingly.

"You know…it's hard being the only black man around," he answered forlornly

"What do you mean?"

"Well, there are so many stereotypes for me! Everyone just thinks I'll steal from them or pull out a gat and bust a cap. I'm just an ordinary man! And so what if I'm on a mission to kill myself! Does it really matter anyway? It's not like I cut or something! IT DOESN'T MAKE ME EMO!" he screamed as he broke down and cried. Raphael scooted over and patted his hand on his back, trying to comfort him.

"It's okay, dude…" Raphael said. Zasalamel picked his head up from his hands. There was still a river of tears flowing from his face. "I'm sorry…" he said, adding a sniffle "it's just so hard sometimes…"

Raphael continued to pat his back. "I know. I know,"

"YOU DON'T KNOW! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE JUDGED! TO BE CALLED SOMETHING YOUR NOT!"

"Zaz, how many people call me a vampire?" Raphael asked.

"…" Was all Zasalamel could answer with.

"See? We're even," he said, ending his attempt to make him feel better. He scooted back over to the bag and pulled out a Butterfinger. "By the way, this is a great stash of candy you got," Raphael said as he was opening the wrapper.

"I know. I've been saving it up since Halloween," Zasalamel said as he was wiping off his tears. At that moment, Raphael looked around and was finally aware of his surroundings.

"Um…why is this room full of smoke?" he asked the dark, hooded man beside him.

"I've been meaning to ask you that…" he answered. Raphael got up and began to search around the room far the source. He saw a small vent with smoke puffing out of it. He turned to the other man and spoke.

"It's coming from a vent that goes to Amy's room…OH MY GOD!" he screamed as he quickly got up and ran out of the room.

Raphael darted towards Amy's room frantically and opened the door. He looked to see that her whole room was ablaze. Not only that, Amy was standing in the center of the room, laughing evilly."

HAHAHA! BURN, BABY, BURN! MWAHAHA!" she screamed madly.

"OH MY GOD! AMY, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!" he screamed. She quickly froze, then slowly turned her head, trying to innocently smile.

"Um…Oops?" she answered back. Raphael grabbed her and ran out of the room as the flames grew bigger.

Later the three were outside. Raphael grabbed Amy by her shoulders.

"What is the meaning of this!" he yelled, shaking her.

" I was sacrificing a chicken!" she yelled back. He stopped and raised his eyebrow.

"WHAT! WHY!"

" Well, I thought it was better than prayers. Other religions do it," she said in a matter of fact tone.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU PRAYING FOR!"

"A new bike," she simply answered. At this point, Raphael was pulling on his hair.

"A NEW BIKE!" he screamed, his face turning red.

"Yes," she said unemotionally, nodding her head.

"You are willing to RUIN MY HOUSE for that?" he screamed.

"I WANT THAT BIKE AND I WILL HAVE IT!" she screamed passionately, clenching her hands into fists. At this point, Zasalamel was staring at the whole situation confusedly. Was it a mistake to show up at this odd man's house or what?

"What are we going to do about all the furniture you burned up?" Raphael continued.

"Oh, not to worry about that. Since I knew there was a risk to doing a sacred ritual involving fire in the middle of my room, I decided to throw it all out the window," she said, thoughtfully.

Meanwhile outside Amy's window, there was furniture, toys, and clothing scattered all over the yard. There was a dresser on top of Demuth's head, who was still lying outside since yesterday. "Uuuuuuuugh…" he groaned in agony, his legs twitching.

Raphael threw his arms up as if he were fed up. "You're grounded!" he yelled, pointing at Amy.

"Again?" Amy sighed, "I just got off last week for stabbing-"

"Yes, I know! You're grounded again!" he yelled back.