A/N: Here's the 3rd chapter of Masked Rider Fang. Hope you enjoy it. I had help from Shadow Element 13 and Ten Faced Paladin finishing it. Brave Kid created the OC, Topper.

Fangula hung upside down on a perch within Devlin's room. Actually, it was his coat rack where he hung his usual hats on. Despite the technicality, Fangula considered it his resting place whenever he wasn't flying about.

The sealed vampire admired his young partner as he worked, sitting at his table as he inspected several vials of fluids and mixing them into a bowl. These fluids were potions that the young boy had concocted. Fangula was impressed by Devlin's skills in mixing and brewing potions to create unique results. He knew that Devlin could make potions that could do about almost anything. There were potions for healing, potions that could enhance strength, speed, agility, reflexes; anything you could imagine. A book was opened up in front of Devlin with the page detailing the process and ingredients required to make a 'Truth-Telling Potion'. Fangula knew how effective that could be in the right situation.

The young potion maker then took out a syringe and used the instrument to suck up the concoction in the bowl before injecting it into specially made capsules that would either dissolve in liquid or shatter on impact, releasing the potions stored inside. The capsules were properly labeled, as were the bottles and vials so that the young 15 year old boy would not make an error whilst selecting them.

As he finished his work, Devlin gazed upon a picture of his beloved Danielle that he kept taped inside his case. Fangula could tell that his partner was smitten, enamored and quite fond of the spirited half-ghost. From what he'd gotten through the conversations with Walter and Miriam, Danielle was his first ever friends and then became more. The small vampire smiled, happy to see that his partner had found happiness with the love of a woman.

Fangula had seen Devlin's wardrobe and despite his liking for Devlin's fashion sense, he thought that it was a bit dull and monotonous. The clothes were either in black, white or a mixture of the two colors. Even the hats were black or white. It would appear that Devlin didn't wear any other color at all. Then again, with his pale skin tone, black and white would be the ideal choice.

It was late, so very late, and the young dhampir had school in the morning. Fangula knew that meant Devlin would see Danielle and wear a large smile. Unfortunately, Devlin didn't have much to smile to her about, lately.

Recently, Devlin and Fangula had discussed about letting her in on their secret. Fangula strongly objected since Devlin's identity as Masked Rider Fang must be protected at all times. Devlin protested stating that he could trust Danielle but Fangula remarked that trust wasn't something one should give away so easily, especially in these situations. Fangula knew Devlin was upset with him because of that but the small sealed vampire needed to see for himself to know if Danielle could be trusted with such a secret. It wasn't her he was wary about, but her brother, Danny Phantom.

Fangula could see that Danny was powerful, but his strength was no match for the Fangires. That probably wouldn't stop him though. Fangires weren't dead nor alive, but something in between. They were undead and lost their human forms due to their inner darkness and discarding their human sides in the process. The only way for them to ever regain their human forms as a form of disguise was to absorb human life energy, all of it. The human forms allowed them to walk undetected, but Fangula could easily detect them. He had a sixth sense when regarding the detection of Fangires.

He wasn't the only one who could reveal a Fangire. Devlin had a special violin in his possession known as the Blood Rose. It was a mystical violin that when played would release a tone sensitive to Fangires and would eventually force them to reveal their true monstrous forms.

Occasionally, Fangires would hunt at night but they could still also hunt in the day. They only did so at night due to the peace of the night, allowing them to privately stalk the streets for victims. They preferred the darkness. It was a blanket that made them feel safe and allowed them to perform their activities in secret.

Fangula watched as Devlin got ready for bed. The boy wore a black robe and a nightcap before slipping into his bed. With a clap of his hands, the lights shut off, plunging the room into darkness. All was black save for Fangula's eyes which were glowing blood red. He then decided to fall asleep as well, closing the eyes.

Now the room was completely dark…and silent…and peaceful…

Goodnight…

Bob Baker was a homeless man, forced to sleep in a box in the alley. Once he'd been a successful lawyer. He had a wife and two children whom he loved very much. One day, he lost the biggest case of his career. His reputation had been ruined but at least he still had his wife and kids…but not for long. A fire had taken all that away from him when a man he'd put away in prison returned to exact his revenge. He committed arson and burned Bob's house to the ground. Bob survived, but his family didn't. He didn't even have any insurance and his money was all gone.

He became homeless, penniless and now was reduced to sleeping in a box in an alley. Fate dealt a cruel hand for Bob Baker. He just wished he could find peace.

"Are you unhappy, sir?" a kind voice asked, sweet and angelic. He didn't notice this at first before he grumbled.

"Go away and leave me alone," he said, turning over. He felt a hand on his sleeve and he angrily sat up. "Leave me al-!" his words got caught in his throat as he gazed upon a beautiful woman, dressed in a white gown with golden tresses cascading down her shoulders. Her eyes were shimmering blue and she smiled at him.

"Are you unhappy, sir?" she asked again, her voice like a sweet melody. Bob silently nodded. The woman smiled again. "Then let me help you." She kneeled down to his level and leaned in towards him. Bob closed his eyes as he felt the woman's soft lips on his.

The next morning, Devlin decided to walk to school. That way, he could see Danielle along the way. Unfortunately, that would mean seeing Danny as well. Devlin still wasn't too fond of Danny but only tolerated him for Danielle's sake. After Valerie had moved away with her father to another city, away from ghosts, and Ryan and Ember leaving town to pursue their musical careers, he didn't have anyone else to talk to. Sam was still pleasant company as was Tucker, despite the geeky boy's tendency to talk about technology or his inability to pick up girls. Devlin knew that he and Valerie had been dating before they were forced to break up due to Valerie moving. She wasn't the type of person who could maintain a long distance relationship. He would definitely miss her, along with Ember and Ryan. The latter two would still visit but were now a famous rock duo. Devlin had seen their latest CD and was slightly envious of their success.

In the middle of his walk, he saw a new building. It was a dark red, almost crimson, color. His curiosity got the better of him as he peered inside. There were chairs and tables set up as well as a bar to sit at. He saw a small stage in the corner, most likely for music. He couldn't really see the back, but he could see cooking utensils. He stepped back and saw the name of the building. "Café Mal d'Amour… sounds interesting." He noticed a small sign on the window that said 'OPENING SOON'. "Perhaps I could take Danielle here," he mused before continuing on his walk. He could see several people standing in front of an alley. "What's the commotion?" he asked.

Fangula, who was once again hitching a ride in Devlin's bag, said, "We should check it out."

"We could end up late," Devlin said, briskly.

"It would only take a few minutes," Fangula casually responded. "Besides, if you did become late, you could just change and fly to school."

Devlin frowned. "I don't think people would appreciate seeing a giant bat-monster flying in the air in the middle of broad daylight."

"Hey, they've seen ghosts and you can still just use an invisibility potion."

"I prefer using that for emergencies only."

"Suit yourself," Fangula paused. "So, are you going to check it out?"

Devlin shrugged, "Might as well." He then walked across the street to see what all the fuss was about. Pushing himself through the small crowd, he could see what it was they were looking at.

His eyes narrowed under his rounded shades.

There, lying on the ground, in the alley, with a peaceful look on his face was Bob Barker, with all color drained from his face. He wasn't pale. He didn't have any color at all as he was transparent.

"Fangire," Fangula whispered. How could he have missed it? Sirens could be heard as a couple of police cars pulled over. The officers came out to take care of the situation, urging the audience to back away so that they could investigate the scene.

Devlin didn't need to investigate. He knew what'd done it. Soon, this would end up as a report in the news.

He did arrive at school, just in time when the ball rang. Students were already headed for their first period classes as Devlin walked in. He thanked the gods that he had all his classes with Danielle.

Fangula had flown off to investigate the scene. They both knew a Fangire was doing it. It didn't take a genius to realize that. Well, the police would probably think it was the same ghost as the one who'd killed the female jogger. Devlin just hoped that the Guys In White wouldn't start poking their noses into this matter. They were the last thing he needed.

Entering the classroom, Devlin could see Danielle and smiled at her. She smiled back and blew him a kiss. Sighing, he then took the seat that was conveniently next to hers.

Mr. Lancer then came into class to start the lesson. Devlin jotted down the notes as he listened. At the same time he was wondering if Fangula could tell him the identity of the new Fangire soon.

While taking notes, Devlin's mind was wandering. He was really thinking hard on his desire to tell Danielle his secret. He was conflicted by Fangula's words as well as what his heart was telling him. He hated lying to Danielle. She was the only girl to truly accept him for who and what he was, even after he'd become an Orphenoch. To lie to her, deceive her, hurt him.

Devlin knew Danny was suspicious of Fang and trying to find out who he was. Danny was as prideful as ever, seeing himself as the sole hero of Amity Park. Maybe that was what drove Valerie, Ember and Ryan away. Devlin shook his head. No. Despite his flaws, Danny would never do anything like that, at least purposely. Sure there was that time he ignored his responsibilities when his family became rich but still…

One day. One day he would tell Danielle the truth about Masked Rider Fang.

Fangula flew around the scene, sniffing out any trace of the Fangire. The body had been taken to the morgue. He doubt that an autopsy would help find any clues. When a Fangire fed on a victim, they took everything, leaving a transparent husk.

He didn't see any signs of struggling. It would appear the Fangire could keep its victims still, long enough, so that it could drain them. There were so many Fangires now and more and more vampires wanted that power, drowning themselves in their darkness to rise up again as monstrous fiends. Fangula sighed with guilt. If only he hadn't done that a long time ago…

He then heard a voice he hadn't expected to hear for quite some time.

"Hello, My Lord," the voice greeted and Fangula turned, still flapping his wings. His red eyes widened before he flew forward to the stranger to get a closer look.

"Topper!" Fangula realized, happy to see an old face from his past. "It's amazing! You haven't aged a day."

Topper appeared very youthful despite his true age. He was wearing a green overcoat over a white un-tucked shirt, a polka-dotted red and white bow tie, white pants with blue stripes and leather shoes. As his name implied, he wore a black top hat on his head with a random playing card stuck near the brim, tucked in a red band. His top hat was tilted in such a way that most of his features were shrouded in shadows, save for a single grey eye. His hair was short and blonde. He also had a long and pointed nose.

Topper stared at Fangula and snickered, "It appears, My Lord, that you have lost weight." Fangula frowned at the joke about his small size and glared, "And your sense of humor too."

"What are you doing here?" Fangula asked.

"Well, My Lord," Topper smiled. "Ever since I sensed your reawakening, I decided to see how you were doing. It's simply amazing that you have found a new host body so that your armor can be used again."

Fangule stated, "It's more of a partnership. I lend him my power and armor and he fights the Fangires."

"Yes," Topper said. "You have sealed 2, correct?"

"The stones are back with the boy, however," Fangula frowned. "He doesn't seem to trust me fully, yet."

"Well, trust takes a long while to build, My Lord," Topper said, speaking from experience. "I believe that you never fully trusted me either."

"True," Fangula nodded. "And the others? How are they? Where are they?"

"Oh, I sent them a message and they'll be coming over to this town soon," Topper grinned. "Such a wonderful town. I can sense a lot of paranormal energy here."

"Well, there is an artificial portal built around here, therefore ghosts often visit," Fangula said.

"Have you found a proper place of residence?" Topper continued to question.

"There is this old abandoned mansion," Fangula explained. "I've been trying to convince my young partner to purchase it but he has yet to do so. I need it to be fixed up, though."

Topper smiled, "Well consider it done. I think I can have the place all spick-and-span for you."

Fangula decided to get serious, "So, you know about the Fangire who is doing this?"

Topper nodded, "Let's just say, she has the looks and the voice of an angel…"

"So this dead dude was just like that jogger the police found a couple of nights ago?" asked Tucker curiously.

Danny, Tucker, and Sam were sitting at their usual table in the cafeteria while Danny discussed what his parents had been investigating when they left that morning. It was such a noisy place that no one was paying attention to them. Add in their outcast status and they could talk about what was happening without fear of anyone listening in.

"Yeah," Danny nodded. "I'll bet it's another thing like that mosquito monster that pretended to be a baby at my place."

"Do you think that armored guy might show up again?" asked Sam.

"I'm counting on it," Danny nodded. "Maybe if I can get his name then we can figure something out about him."

"You're talking like he's responsible?" Sam frowned.

"I don't know what to think. Ever since Valerie, Ember and Ryan left, it hasn't been easy trying to handle the ghosts myself. Now, there are these monsters."

"You could ask Devlin to help," Tucker suggested. Danny responded with a silent glare. "Look, I know you don't like him and he doesn't like you, but you gotta admit that he's pretty powerful. He did help you save Danielle."

Danny crossed his arms. He was still thinking about the mysterious armored warrior that had defeated the mosquito-creature. The guy just left without a word before Danny could find out who or what he was. For some reason, he felt that the warrior was someone familiar. His belt also had something familiar on it.

"So, did Devlin bring Fangy here again?" Sam asked. She had met Fangula and uncharacteristically commented on how cute the small vampire appeared. Fangula let it slide since she was a pretty girl. Tucker on the other hand wanted to learn from Fangula since the vampire once boasted to having numerous lovers and wives in his past. Devlin discouraged him though.

Soon, wolf-whistling could be heard and the trio turned their attention towards the entrance. Tucker was staring wide-eyed and said, "Who's the new babe?"

Said babe was gorgeous and looked about 18, the age of the seniors. She was dressed in a tight-white tank top with tight blue jeans that didn't hide her curvaceous figure. On her feet she wore sandals. She had green bracelets around her wrists and shining pearl earrings. Her blonde hair was wavy and cascaded down her shoulders. Her skin was fair and her eyes a shimmering blue. She walked towards the lunch trays and pouted. "I'm so far back in line." This prompted nearly all the guys to step out of line to early her to get to the front. "Thank you, boys." She winked. They all just sighed as their legs turned to mush. Sam groaned but then scowled as she caught Danny staring at her.

"Danny!" she yelled, whacking his head. Danny yelped and looked to his girlfriend.

"Sam!" Danny whined. "What was that for?" Sam folded her arms angrily and looked away, confusing Danny.

"You were ogling Marla," Sam stated, crossly.

"Marla? Is that her name?" Danny asked.

"Marla Richmond. She just transferred here today," Sam explained. "I know because she asked me where she should go to pick up her schedule."

"You don't say," Tucker grinned. "Wow, check out that fine ass!"

"And it looks like Dash is making his move," Sam watched.

Marla walked over to the 'Popular Table' and gave Dash a wink. He stood up and gave her his seat. She put down her tray and winked at him, calling him, "Oh, you're such a darling." Paulina scowled jealously. She was supposed to be the most popular girl! Not this newbie!

At a few tables, not too far, away Devlin and Danielle were watching the girl too along with members of their freshman class, mostly the boys. Devlin didn't share the same love-sick looks as the other boys but was instead scrutinizing Marla. Something about her didn't settle well with him. Danielle was mentally comparing herself to Marla and frowned. She was slightly underdeveloped in comparison. She looked to Devlin and frowned sadly when she noticed his attention on the new girl.

Like any other girl in the school, Marla would definitely seek out Devlin for a makeover. Devlin was known as the best makeup artist in the school, helping the cheerleaders as well as the drama club. Danielle knew Devlin didn't care for them like he did her, but sometimes she felt she wasn't as pretty as all those other girls.

"Jealous, luv?" Devlin commented, causing Danielle to look at him. Had he read her mind? She wanted to voice out a denial but when she felt his gloved hand caress her cheek, she sighed. She stared at his single exposed eye as he spoke tenderly to her, "Don't be. She isn't anything special." Those words put her mind at ease. However, Devlin was lying about the fact that Marla wasn't special. For some reason, Devlin's aura sensing skills had grown sharper and he could tell if anyone had an abnormal aura. Marla's aura was very abnormal but he couldn't identify it, at least for now.

"I guess I was a little," Danielle reluctantly replied. "I mean, she's a total babe and I'm just average."

"Oh, please," Devlin sighed amusedly. "You are far more beautiful than her in my eyes. She doesn't hold a candle to you."

"Flatterer," Danielle giggled. She let her eyes land on the new girl again, as if keeping track of her incase she tried something funny. Danielle knew very well that Devlin was quite popular with the girls. They would flirt with him and ask for his help when it came to makeup. He was happy to oblige. "Still, once she hears about you, she'll come. Then she'll probably flirt with you too. All the other girls did."

"I have a strict look but don't touch policy," Devlin replied. "They get to look, but you're the only one who gets to touch."

Danielle giggled with a flush on her cheeks, "And touch I do." She gave him an 'Eskimo Kiss'.

Fangula was flying towards the school. He and Topper had chatted about old times and because of that the sealed vampire had lost track of time. Right now, Devlin was probably waiting for him for any current information regarding the new Fangire that was in Amity Park. Fangula knew that his young partner was a bit of a perfectionist. Their bond allowed them to get to know each other better.

Fangula flew towards a window, narrowly escaping the notice of the janitor. Right now was lunch period so Devlin was having lunch with his peers in the cafeteria. Fangula knew that Devlin would always sit next to Danielle since the two were obviously lovers.

As Fangula flew closer towards the cafeteria, his senses started to flare up. The Fangire was here! He flew backwards before hitting the door. He didn't want to avoid any suspicion therefore he flew away, to wait for Devlin outside of the building. When he passed by the girls' bathroom, he stopped before flying inside. Might as well indulge himself a little.

The bell rang, signifying the beginning of the next period. Danielle was headed towards her locker when Devlin told her, "I need to get something from the music room."

"Well, see you later in class," Danielle said before kissing him. She then walked off as he smiled at her retreating figure.

Devlin entered the music room to gather his violin. Once inside he then felt a tap on his shoulder.

"You're Devlin Amakusa, right?" he heard a female voice inquire. His eyes narrowed at the familiar sounding melodious voice before he composed himself as a gentleman. He turned around and took off his hat in greeting. How long had she been standing there? Had she been waiting for him?

"The one and only," he smiled, fixing his gaze on the new girl, Marla. "And you must be Marla, I presume?"

"Wow, handsome and smart," she said, reaching over to his chin but he backed away a bit. She frowned before smiling. "Anyway, I heard that you're a makeup artist. Is that true?"

"If you've heard it, then it must be true," Devlin said. He knew Marla was trying to flirt with him. He knew how girls behaved when they wanted to entice boys. It was in their body language and he had studied female body language enough to know when they desired something. "So, you want a session with me?"

"Oh, you've read my mind," she smiled, leaning in closer. "So, do I get to have a private makeup session with you?"

Devlin whipped out a PDA from his vest pocket. "Let me see if I can squeeze you into my schedule." He tapped the screen to check his schedule. "Hm…I suppose we can meet after school. Is 3:45 pm acceptable?"

"Honey," Marla smirked. "That would be great." She then turned and walked out of the music room swaying her hips, but not before blowing him a kiss. "See ya later, honey."

Devlin frowned a bit. He actually had plans with Danielle. Unfortunately, he could not refuse a girl whenever they wanted him to do their makeup. With a swift turn on his heel, he marched out the door and towards his locker to get his books. He would probably be late for class unless he was able to make up a plausible story.

Where was Fangula, though?

The Fangire watched as its latest prey walked away. It could sense his life energy. It was abundant and from what it could detect would be delicious. It wanted a taste of it before draining it dry. It would wait when it got its prey alone before playing with him and then finally draining him slowly, savoring it, before killing him. All its other victims had died peacefully, with smiles on their faces in death. This one would be no different.

The rest of the day progressed as usual. Devlin managed to tell Danielle about his new appointment. She wasn't happy about it, but she knew that he had to do it. Devlin knew she didn't like it either, but it was how he kept his finances up other than the allowance that his family gave him every month.

At the moment, Devlin had gotten a message from Marla stating that she would like to have her session in the music room where they had met. That suited Devlin just fine. Most of the after school clubs would still be there so all the classrooms would be unlocked.

He prepared his supplies and let himself relax in the room. He was a couple minutes early so he decided to just wait for Marla. Although, he couldn't help but feel that he was being watched. He just shrugged it off as one of the residents ghosts who didn't mean any harm for a change.

Danielle was hiding in the corner of the room. Being a halfa sure had its advantages. She had been invisible since she got out of class. She wasn't spying because she didn't trust Devlin. That wasn't the reason at all. No, it was to make sure that Marla didn't try anything. Danielle knew the type. They thought they were entitled to everything in the world since they were good looking and rich. Well, if Marla entertained any idea that she was going to have Devlin, then there was a whole mess of ghostly revenge tricks aimed right at her. Danny had told her about how he would prank Dash using his powers. Might as well follow tradition.

Devlin then heard Marla come in. Danielle narrowed her eyes, barely able to keep them from illuminating, as Marla smiled flirtatiously at Devlin. The dhampir instructed her to sit down so that he could work. She said, "OK then." She sat down. She wanted to see what Devlin could do.

Danielle had seen Devlin work numerous times and it still amazed her on how he knew how to move his hands and what kind of makeup would work. Every face was unique and he was able to enhance that face's beauty easily and without flaw. He took out one of his many brushes and started working, standing in front of Marla. She had her eyes closed, anticipating Devlin to start working. She had heard rumors from the girls and they recommended him. It was enough for Marla to be confident of his skills.

To Devlin's point of view, Marla was an empty canvas and his cosmetics were the paints. He knew Danielle didn't like it when he got close to other girls but this was his job, his duty, his calling. She couldn't stop him from being who he was. It would be against his nature.

Devlin started work, the brush dancing over Marla's skin. Devlin was working seriously as he replaced the brush with an eyeliner before going for the blush. He then gently applied the lipstick on her lips. He knew what color and combinations would fit with which face. In a matter of minutes he was done and took out a mirror for Marla. "What do you think?" he asked. Marla opened her eyes and gasped.

"Is that me!" She looked absolutely gorgeous! "Wow, you really are as good as they say."

"Thank you," Devlin said as he accepted the praise and started to pack up his supplies. "The first one is on the house." As he was about to leave, he felt Marla's hand on his shoulder.

"Hold on there, handsome," Marla said, smiling flirtatiously. "Don't go just yet," she spoke, her voice melodious.

Devlin turned and looked back at her with a narrow-eyed leer. "What now?" he asked impatiently.

Marla tapped her chin and smiled. "Well, for such a good job, you deserve a kiss." She leaned forward. Danielle panicked and was about to yell when Devlin shoved Marla back. Judging from the look on her face, she was clearly surprised by the young Amakusa's resistance.

"What?" Marla blinked, surprised. "What are you doing?"

"Sorry, but I'm already seeing someone. So, I don't just kiss anyone," Devlin said before tipping his hat. "Good day."

Marla scowled and ran around to block Devlin from the door. She grabbed his shoulders and got in his face. "Why? Why don't you find me pleasing? Aren't I gorgeous?"

Devlin sighed an answered, "You are beautiful to look at, but unfortunately not your heart." He shrugged her off and walked away from her. He stopped at the door, "And for the record, I'm already in love with someone else and both her heart and looks are beautiful." He then opened the door and walked out, leaving a stunned Marla.

Danielle wore a wide smile on her face from Devlin's confession. He was such a romantic and also faithful to her. She had been afraid that Marla would try and seduce him but now she knew for sure that Devlin would not be taken in by felt like one of the luckiest girls in the world. Not many people could say they had a boyfriend like him. Now, Marla and she were alone in the music room. Danielle narrowed her eyes in determination. That bitch had just tried to steal her man! That was not going to go unpunished. Making herself visible, she then walked towards Marla and shouted, "Hey! You!" Marla was surprised.

"How did you get in here!" the blonde demanded. Danielle got in her face, which was slightly difficult since Marla was taller.

"Never mind that!" Danielle raised her voice. "Now, listen closely," she spoke, her tone warning Marla, "Stay away from Devlin! He's my boyfriend and he's not interested."

"He already told me that so don't worry your pretty little head," Marla frowned. She then smirked as she looked at Danielle. "You know, he's right about one thing."

"Huh?" Danielle responded, confused.

"He said that you're beautiful, which I have to agree," Marla said, inching her face closer to Danielle's. "You must be so full of life."

Danielle backed away, feeling a little creeped out. "Maybe, I should go." She headed for the door.

"Don't leave," Marla said, in a melodious voice and Danielle froze. "Come here," Marla commanded and Danielle did as told. The female halfa felt her body rebel against her as she followed Marla's seductive commands. "Good." Marla's smile turned wicked as she began to change. She had transformed herself into her true form, the Mantis Fangire. The Mantis Fangire was covered in a shining green exoskeleton body armor that had yellow segments as well as scythe blades protruding from the shoulders. Her head was covered by a helmet that resembled a mantis' head and her yellow hair cascaded down her shoulders and back. Her teeth had become sharp as mandibles protruded from the sides of her lips. A pair of curved blades extended from her wrists. Her mandibles clicked as she leaned in to take Danielle's life energy. If she couldn't have Devlin, then she would take this one. She looked like a tasty little morsel anyway.

As Devlin was walking away, Fangula suddenly flew right at him. Alarmed, Devlin ducked at the last second, holding onto his hat. "Fangula!" he snapped. "Watch where you're flying!" Fangula spun around. He looked like he was almost panicking about something. "What's the rush now?"

"There's a Fangire, in the school!" Fangula shouted. "Follow me!"

Devlin's eye went wide as he chased after Fangula. They were headed back towards the music room. Wait, the music room? Realizing what was going on, Devlin peered into the window to see the Fangire…with Danielle in its clutches. "Danielle!" Devlin yelled out. He grabbed Fangula and pressed him against his arm, allowing the minute vampire to bite him. Devlin felt the rush of power as the chains wrapped around his waist and the markings of his Orphenoch form appeared on his skin. The chains then reformed into the blood red Fang Belt before Devlin attached Fangula to it.

"Wake Up!" both Devlin and Fangula called out as they charged at the door. The chains exploded from the belt and wrapped around his body like a cocoon. Parts of it seemed to swell as Devlin underwent the change. The chains then shattered, revealing Masked Rider Fang to the world.

Fang kicked the door open and tackled into the Fangire, releasing Danielle, before they both smashed into the wall, creating a hole to outside. The music room was inadequate for a battle such as this. Collateral damage was a given in this situation. Fang pressed his attack as he kicked at the Mantis Fangire, sending her rolling on the ground as she hissed. Marla's voice came out of it, "You! Who are you!" Fang knew from the start that something was very abnormal about Marla. He never could've guessed that she was the very Fangire he'd been looking for.

Fang didn't answer and charged at the Fangire. Snarling, she then sent blades of energy flying at him. Surprised, the armored dhampir dodged. He could actually hear the blades hum as they flew past him.

Fang rolled away from the energy blade which cut a nearby bench in half. He looked at the bench in surprise. "Better not get hit by one of those," he mused before narrowly dodging another energy blade that would've sliced off his head. He crushed a potion capsule and conjured a length of chain. He then, like a cowboy, used it like lasso to bind the wrist blades of the Fangire together. She hissed as Fang tugged hard, smashing her against the wall. He then charged at the Fangire, throwing a fist, but she managed to break the chains and dodge away, causing Fang to leave a fist print in the wall. The faculty was not going to like that, but they already made a hole in the wall so a fist imprint in the wall might not get noticed. He then spun around as the Fangire stabbed one of her blades in his stomach. She appeared to smile victoriously before realizing something. Fang didn't seem to be in pain or even twitching from the blade being stabbed into him.

"Heh, heh, not even close," Fangula chuckled as he held the blade between his jaws. Apparently, he had caught it so that Fang wouldn't be injured. Fang, using this stunned moment of the Mantis Fangire, then proceeded to pummel her repeatedly with his fists before dealing a vicious kick to her chest, sending her flying and crashing on the ground.

"Let's finish this," Fang said as the sky darkened. "Release the Chains!" He growled as he crossed his arms in front of his face before releasing a roar and kicking up his chained right leg. The chains around his boot then shattered, allowing the wings to spread out. He gave the Mantis Fangire one last look as she was getting up before launching himself into the air.

"DARK MOON BREAK!" he shouted before he plummeted straight down towards his target, his right leg extended and glowing red. The Fangire attempted to flee but was too late as Fang's kick smashed into her body, forcing her to the ground with a crash and creating a crater on impact in the shape of Fang's emblem. His emblem was also imprinted on the Fangire, glowing red, as he stepped off her body, watching as the glowing cracks appeared on her before the body shattered like glass. The glowing soul then rose up into the air, attempting to escape. As if it would ever get far.

"Nobody attacks my girl," Fang stated coldly before he signaled for Fangula to go after the hovering soul.

Fangula flew off from his perch on Fang's belt before consuming the orb, chewing slightly before spitting out a stone into Fang's palm. "Another one for the collection," Fangula commented as Fang gazed upon the shining green jewel. The chains then reappeared on his body before unraveling, changing him back to normal. The sky also turned back to normal.

He then turned around to see Danielle staring at him with a shocked look on her face. He swallowed, nervously. How was he supposed to explain this one?

Three figures stood in the dark streets of a nearby town. The shadows hid them in the darkness, but their silhouettes were visible. One was a very well developed female teenager. The second one was a giant of a man, very muscular. The third and final figure was that of a male teenager, holding a katana in each hand. They were surrounded by vampires.

"How many?" asked the first figure, her voice held a British accent.

"Five, ten at the most," said the second figure. He cracked his knuckles. "Not even enough to break a sweat. What do you think?" he asked the third figure.

"…" he remained silent.

"I hate it when he gets like this," said the female.

"It is of no matter," the third figure finally said, his voice like an empty void. "They're just targets. We kill them, and then we move on. That's how it's always been." He swung around and takes off the vampire's head with a quick slash of his blade. The first and second figure took this as their cue. The first figure drew a pair of Glock 18Cs and began firing. The second figure chose two vampires and began beating them down. The third figure was slicing vampires in half. Soon all the vampires were dead. Just dust in the wind.

"You two can come out now," said the third figure. Two more figures stepped forward from the safety of the building. One was male, the other female, both hidden in the shadows.

"We already got a new mission," said the new male figure. He tossed the third figure a cell phone.

"Yes?" the figure asked into the cell phone. "Where?" He waited for a response. "Yes, sir, right away." He closed the phone and looked at his teammates. "Slayers, we're moving out."

"Where to?" asked the new female figure.

"Amity Park…"

A/N: Looks like new players are coming into town. What will this bring for Devlin and Fangula. Also, Devlin has a whole lot of explaining to do. Wonder what he can do?