New chapter of Masked Rider Fang and a new form!!
Today there was an assembly for the entire freshman class, taking place during a free period, in the school gym. The entire freshman class was seated at the gym as a stage had been set up. Lancer stood in front of a microphone. Seated behind him were Jasmine "Jazz" Fenton and Irving "Third Degree" Burns.
"Wonder what this will be about?" Richard asked, yawning. Last night he had been out late and hadn't gotten enough sleep. He was seated with Seras, Danielle and Devlin, his new friends whom he'd met several days ago.
"Who knows," Devlin shrugged with his arms crossed, "They made a big deal out of it though."
"Hope it doesn't go on for too long," Seras said. "Being out of class is one thing, but having to sit at an assembly is not something I'd want to do."
"Who does?" Danielle agreed. "At least they don't do this all the time."
"Which is a reward in itself," Devlin nodded
Lancer began speaking, "As you all know, if you've been paying attention, next week all freshman students will be taking the Career Aptitude Test, or CAT for short." There were multiple groans of displeasure amongst the audience. "Now, to talk about your future, here is last year's student valedictorian, graduated at the top of her class, Miss Jasmine Fenton." There were weak applause from the audience but Danielle and Devlin clapped the loudest for Jazz. She stood before them and spoke into the microphone as Lancer took his seat.
"Now, if you must know, the CAT is very important. It's a test to see what career paths may be set for you and what the future holds. Remember, that the future is in your hands and that you must embrace it with all the power you possess. A great man once said that the future is not set in stone. You may become anything if you set your mind to it. There are no limits towards your potentials. You all have something to contribute so do your best, everyone, for your CAT."
That speech had the desired effect of causing everyone to clap loudly. Jazz sure knew how to motivate people. She was the type of girl who had an upbeat an optimistic attitude, despite being a little bossy at times.
Next was Irving "Third Degree" Burns, the manager of the local Nasty Burger. He gave out a speech that had a reversed effect to what Jazz's had done. Instead of lifting people's spirits, it brought despair and a feeling of foreboding doom to a fair number of them. Devlin could see that those people were the jocks and slackers, people who never bothered to study much at all.
Lancer finally took up the microphone again, "I would once again like to thank our guest speakers for their speeches. Now, I do hope you all remember to study for the CAT because it will be conducted in a week. Remember, children, that you hold the keys to your future, nobody else." Lancer then read a card he'd received before the assembly. "Oh, and before I end this assembly, I would like to welcome our very own Devlin Amakusa who is going to play his violin for us."
All attention was on Devlin but he confidently shrugged it all off as he got up from his seat and approached the stage. He climbed on and put down his violin case before pulling out one of his more normal violins instead of the mysterious Blood Fang. He rested the violin against his neck and placed the bow against the string before speaking into the microphone, "This is for all the lovely ladies listening." He gave Danielle a wink and then started to play.
It would be very difficult for Devlin to leave the gym after his performance. Luckily, Danielle would be able to get him out with her ghostly abilities. Fangirls were a very troublesome sort of people if you weren't careful.
Later, during lunch, Danny was seated with his two best friends, Sam and Tucker. He'd had a really weird week. More so than usual.
"OK, what's going on?" Sam, his girlfriend, and best female friend, asked.
"Well, I've been getting attacked by all my enemies this past week," Danny informed her.
"What's so weird about that?" Tucker asked.
"They were eating something sweet," Danny answered. Tucker and Sam blinked.
"Sweet?"
"I saw Skulker eating chocolate bar before he started blasting me and Johnny 13 was having a white chocolate latte like the ones Starbucks sell." Danny paused, "Youngblood eating gummy worms isn't exactly weird since he's a kid but then Technus was eating some pop rocks when I last saw him." He added, "And then Klemper was eating ice cream."
"And the Box Ghost?" Sam asked. "Was he having a tasty treat too?"
"Yeah, he was having a cup hot chocolate," Danny said. "It wasn't exactly normal."
"When is it ever?" Tucker asked.
"Indeed, when is it ever," Topper said as he sat in his chair with his legs propped up on the desk. He was in his normal form but had cast an illusion to make him appear more normal. In his guise, he was the school's new counselor, Dr. Lawrence Liqueur. The pseudonym was a way for him to keep watch on the New Lord as well as get to know Danny. He'd been watching the young halfa for quite some time now and just wanted to see if he was as good as the rumors said.
Over the past few days, he'd helped a few students with their personal problems, upholding his strict code of conduct and keeping their secrets for them due to a code about patient-doctor confidentiality. Anything said within this room, stayed in this room. He peered into his hat again, watching Team Phantom before his perspective shifted towards Tamashii. "So, a vampire hunter is in our midst and not just one." He focused on Bunshichi and then finally at Seras who was seated with Danielle and Devlin. Richard was amongst them too. "A few of them too. Wonder if they are here for the Lords or the Fangires?" He heard the bell at the top of his door ring before putting on his hat. He had another appointment right now.
"Oh, man," Richard groaned as he rested his chin on the table and placed his hands on his head, worriedly. "I just got in this school and now I have to take a flipping Career Aptitude Test?"
"Well, I guess luck wasn't in your favor, my friend," Devlin noted, sipping from his cup.
"We should study together," Danielle suggested. "We have about a week so what's the harm? It'd be so worth it in the end."
"I can't today," Seras shook her head. "Got another photo shoot."
"I'm free," Richard held up a hand, "Got nothing to lose anyway."
Danielle looked expectantly towards Devlin. She could always count on her boyfriend but he declined, "I'm sorry, but I'm going with Seras as her personal makeup artist." Danielle frowned. "Understand, luv, that this is going to be my next professional job." He whispered into her ear, "I'll make it up to you, I promise."
Danielle smiled. She knew he would.
Within one of his many safe houses, Ryuzaki was sipping some coffee and flipping through some photographs of women who had captured his interest. He really didn't need the coffee for sustenance but he had gotten addicted to the stuff.
Ryuzaki had no problem admitting to what he did to women. His reasons were if women would dress like actual women and less like ladies of the night, he might be less inclined to take their bodies and their life force in one fell swoop.
The thought reminded him of his heyday. He had been in England sometime in the last two centuries when he met up with another Fangire. The two of them actually teamed up since they both liked the ladies of the nights. His taste was more for the ladies of Whitechapel, but they picked from the same places. The stupid coward was too afraid to drain them fully, but he was more than happy to maul them before draining them a little. They called him Jack the Ripper until he got paranoid and skipped the country.
"Hmmm," Ryuzaki smiled as he looked at a picture which he found particularly appealing. "She looks sweet."
The Fangire in human form grabbed his phone and dialed in a number. He waited a few moments before he got an answer. "It's me. I got another one."
There was a pause before he started talking again, "Your usual fee…Name? I have that. Seras McDowell."
After lunch Richard and Seras were walking to their next class together. As Richard was walking with his attention on other things, Seras took a glance over at him. There were so many things she didn't know about him. He gave her the simple details like where he was from and the things he liked, but other than that he never went too deep with his explanations. She could feel that there was something different about him like there was an aura of mystery around him, something she would look into one day. She took a look at his face and noticed that he had a distant look on it.
"Something on your mind?" she spoke up.
"Just thinking about how I'm completely gonna bomb this test," he answered with a sigh.
She nudged him "Hey, I'm sure you'll do fine. You just have to be positive about it."
"Yeah, I guess that would be the best way to go."
"Hopefully I'll have some time to study after the photo shoot. Oh, you can come by if you want to by the way," Seras offered.
Richard instantly tensed up "I'd love to. It's just that this test stuff is really getting to me, y'know?"
She had a slight frown that she ended quickly. "Well maybe next time?" she asked
"Sure thing."
"Thanks, Ricky. I'll look forward to it," she said happily.
Richard quirked and eyebrow. "Ricky?" he asked.
"Well, yeah. It'd be really dull calling you 'Richard' all the time, wouldn't it?"
Richard just nodded since he actually liked the nickname.
When both of them entered together and took their seats, Richard noticed that a lot of the other boys had a hate filled glare directed towards him. He just smirked and enjoyed all the attention.
Later, after school had ended, Devlin had taken Seras to the photo shoot on his moped. Actually, it was the Blood Fang disguised as his old moped. Even if he'd disguised the Blood Fang as a regular bike, it would still draw attention so he had it disguised as something less attention grabbing. He would still take Danielle out on rides on it in its disguised motorbike form, though.
"So, anything special about this photo shoot?" Devlin asked Seras in interest as they walked through the parking lot which was under the building where the studio was.
"Just a few pictures for a magazine," Seras stated, "The usual."
"Well, if your face is going to be gracing those pages and the cover, you should look your best," Devlin said.
"Which is why you're here to help me look my best," Seras smiled as she stroked his hand a bit. She liked Devlin a lot. She wondered if it was like her feelings for Tamashii. Both boys were different even if they both had cold gazes in their eyes. Devlin was friendly and upbeat while Tamashii was normally unapproachable, which was usually the problem when he was around crowds of people. People usually steered clear of him, like they knew something was strange about him.
As the pair continued walking, a young 16 year old male in a long brown overcoat, wearing a striped scarf around his neck, glasses on his face and a brown beret over his unkempt red hair was hiding behind a car. In his hands was a camera. He focused his lens on the duo and began to take several candid snapshots of them.
"This is great. I can see it in the tabloids now. 'Seras McDowell and mysterious beau'," he chuckled as he looked forward towards the large paycheck. Scandalous pictures often sold really well in this day of tabloid journalism. Just give them a photo, get payment and then a fabricated story will show up on the pages. It was easy money, a way of living. Sure people often got their lives ruined and humiliated but that was life. You couldn't be famous without some sort of publicity, be it positive or negative. In showbiz, there was no such thing as bad publicity.
As he took up his camera to focus on Seras and Devlin again, he realized they had vanished. "What the hell?" He got out of his hiding spot. "Where did they go? They were there just a second ago."
"Ahem!"
The wannabe paparazzi froze as he turned around to see Devlin glaring coldly at him. That single eye staring deeply into his soul sent chills running up his spine. Beside Devlin was Seras who looked equally miffed. "Can we help you?" Devlin asked, though it was pretty obvious from his stance that he knew, or at least suspected, what this guy was after as he saw the camera in his hand.
"Um…well…you see…" he stuttered but then quickly whipped out one of his name cards. "I'm Nicholas Lamberd, freelance photographer. At your service!"
Devlin took the card and looked it over before looking directly at Nicholas again. "You're a paparazzi."
"No, I'm not!" Nicholas denied while waving his hands in front of his face.
"Then why were you tailing us, huh?" Seras demanded. "Were you taking our pictures without us knowing?"
Devlin immediately snatched the camera away from Nicholas and inspected it. It wasn't a digital camera but one of the kinds that still used film. Opening it up, he removed the film inside, much to Nicholas' protest.
"Hey, my pictures! You're ruining them!" Nicholas shouted, trying to save his pictures but he was too late to do anything as Devlin dropped the film to the floor and stomped on them.
"Now you have nothing," Devlin said. "A piece of friendly advice, Mr. Lamberd: find another career path." Devlin turned his attention towards Seras. "Ler's go, Ms McDowell." He offered his hand like a gentleman.
"Certainly, Mr. Amakusa," Seras smiled as she took his hand. She did give Nicholas a sad look as he dropped to his knees, sobbing over his ruined pictures but she knew he wouldn't just keep those pictures for himself. He would just sell them to the local tabloids, not caring about the damage he could do to her reputation. With one last glance, she then walked with Devlin, away from the would-be paparazzi.
Nicholas gritted his teeth as his eyes narrowed, a demonic gleam in them. "How dare you…?"
After school, Richard entered his apartment laying his backpack on the floor. He took off his shirt, revealing a black sleeveless one he'd worn underneath that one. He went to his bathroom mirror and lifted his shirt, happy to see that his bruises were almost gone. He returned to his backpack and pulled out his studying material and set it on his desk. He started reading but couldn't really focus.
"Did she really want me to go or was she just being nice?" he asked himself.
'Get real, Belmont. You two just met. Remember you're here for a reason, you don't have time for any of this,' he thought.
There was knock on the door. Richard opened it to reveal a postman with a big brown box. "Richard Belmont?" the postman asked while he handed Richard a clipboard.
Richard nodded, signed the sheet, and gave it back. He took the box and smiled, knowing fully well what it was.
"Man ,that was heavy. What's in there if ya don't mind me asking?" the postman asked Richard.
"Oh…Just some silverware," answered Richard. Revealing the true contents wouldn't be the best choice.
"Oh, OK. well have a good one," the postman said as he left.
"You too," Richard replied before closing the door. "That was fast."
Danielle was at home, studying. Unfortunately, she couldn't really concentrate on her schoolwork as her mind drifted toward Devlin and Seras. They had become quite close. Danielle knew that she shouldn't be feeling jealous but she did. Seras was beautiful and a model, someone who was at the top of the social ladder while she herself was the clone of Danny Phantom and adopted daughter of the Fentons.
Devlin had assured her that Seras was only a friend and client but she still had her doubts. She needed to know what Seras felt for Devlin before her own feelings went out of control.
"Well, that was tiring," Devlin stretched. The photo shoot had been long and there were other models there who Seras knew. She had recommended Devlin to them after telling them of his skills so now Devlin had new names added to his list of clients and he had Seras to thank for that.
The shoot had ended without any major crisis this time, thankfully. Seras had actually enjoyed herself since her new manager from the agency was proving to be a much easier-going guy than Eddie. Though Eddie had been a photographer, he'd managed some models too.
'May his soul rot wherever Fang took it,' Seras reminded herself darkly. She didn't know what the armored fighter did with the Fangire souls he collected, but she hoped that they were suffering for their crimes.
"You looked like you enjoyed yourself," Devlin commented as he saw the smile on his friend's face.
"I always enjoy modeling," Seras smiled. "It just feels a whole lot better when people aren't breathing down my neck while I get ready."
"Yes, your manager seems like a nice person," Devlin nodded, "Unlike Eddie."
The youngest Amakusa had offered his services in bringing Seras home. He had to disguise the Blood Fang or else she would figure out that he was Fang.
"Hey, Devlin, wanna stop by the café for a bit?" Seras invited. The dhampir shook his head.
"No," he declined, politely as a gentleman should. "I actually plan to see Danielle later, to make up for declining her previous offer of studying together."
"I see." Seras was envious of Danielle. The girl had a faithful boyfriend and she could tell that they shared a great bond of friendship, love and probably more. It wasn't simple puppy-love or a schoolyard crush; it was the real thing. "Well, whenever you're free, stop by, kay?"
"Thank you," Devlin nodded.
Devlin had parked in the regular parking lot with his Blood Fang disguised as his old moped. The sun had set since Seras was modeling some gothic Lolita outfits that Devlin would have loved to see Danielle in and the photographers wanted some nighttime scenes.
Devlin was about to grab the two helmets in his possession when he and Seras began hearing something. It sounded like hooves clopping against the asphalt of the parking lot.
"What is that?" asked Seras with some confusion.
She got her answer in a flash when a white blur suddenly appeared in front of them. Devlin barely had time to react when he felt something strike him in the chest and knock him clear towards one of the last parked cars in the lot. His body smashed against the hood of the car and his head hit the glass windshield, creating a crack in it and most probably his own skull.
"Devlin!" Seras cried before she felt two bulky arms with hardened fur on the arms wrap around her waist and begin pulling her back. She turned her attention towards his assailant and gasped.
It was a Fangire. It was male with black skin. Extensions resembling braided wool hung down its body, creating a coat-like appearance. His face was similar to a sheep's but with hollow black eyes. A pair of curved horns jutted from the sides of his head, looking sharp enough to gouge a person.
Acting quickly, Seras drew out her gun which she had always kept in her purse and fired at the Sheep Fangire. It had to let go of her to avoid the shots. Unfortunately, she hadn't expected the thing to be so fast! She kept shooting at the Sheep Fangire but the monster's superior speed was making it difficult for her to get a good aim on him.
Meanwhile, Devlin groaned in pain as he looked to see Seras fighting the Fangire, alone. He knew she didn't stand a chance. She needed his help. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the Fang Whistle, put it to his lips and blew.
Back at Fang Manor, Fangula was hanging upside down from the chandelier, sleeping when his ears twitched. His eyes opened as he realized that Devlin was calling him. Letting go of the chandelier, he flapped his wings and flew towards the window. Francis, seeing this, opened up the window for his Lord and Master.
The Fangire slammed a fist into Seras' stomach, knocking her unconscious before hoisting her over his shoulder. He was about to leave when he heard footsteps coming up from behind him. Turning around, he saw the boy whom he'd smash into the car, walking towards him. Perched on the boy's shoulder was a small bat-like creature made of metal.
"Fangula, let's do this," Devlin said as he rolled up his sleeve and then took hold of Fangula. He pressed the sealed vampire against his arm, allowing the markings to appear on his skin and the Fang Belt to materialize out of ghostly chains wrapped around his waist. "Henshin!" Devlin called out before attaching Fangula to his belt.
"Wake Up!"
Devlin charged as the transformation took place, the chains wrapping around his body like a cocoon before expanding and shattering. Charging in the boy's place was the armored form of Masked Rider Fang!
The Sheep Fangire was caught by surprise that he was unable to dodge Fang's kick to his chest. Fang then started to punch him in the chest and then landed a powerful backhand to his snout. An uppercut to the chin forced him to let go of his bounty, which Fang then grabbed from him. Fang placed Seras safely against a support pillar before charging at the Fangire again.
Seras' eyes opened slightly as she heard the sounds that usually accompanied a fight. As her blurry vision began to focus, her eyes snapped wide open when she realised that it was Fang battling the Sheep Fangire. Once again, he'd come to save her. Despite Tamashii telling her that Fang was a vampire, which meant he was equally a threat and target, she couldn't just let him fight alone. He had saved her life before, even if Tamashii claimed that those had only been coincidences. She groaned from the pain in her stomach caused by the Fangire. "Damn," she cursed. Reaching inside her pocket, she pulled put her cell phone. She knew just who to call.
As Fang and the Sheep Fangire battled, the Fangire proved to be one slippery monster without Seras being a burden to him. Fang couldn't land a hit now as he kept dodging and running circles around the armored Fangire fighter. A new approach was required. As he kept his eyes on the Sheep Fangire, Fang pulled out the Savage Whistle from his belt and placed it between Fangula's 'lips'. Fangula then blew into the whistle, summoning Lobo from the manor.
Inside of Fang Manor, the sounds from the Savage Whistle echoed all around. In the main chamber, Francis was playing Chess with Walter and it was proving it to be an even match. Miriam was reading some magazines alongside Gillian. Both women were happy to have another female to talk to at long last, even if they were centuries apart in age. Lobo was tracing his fingers over the edge of a glass filled with whiskey. He had acquired a taste for it sometime during the age of prohibition.
The sounds of the Savage Whistle reached the ears of Fangula's original servants and brought a grin to Lobo's face.
"Well, well," he grinned as he placed his drink down on a small table and stood up. "I'm being called again so soon?"
Lobo broke out in a pleased growl before he burst out in blue light and vanished like a shot out of an open window.
"Awww!" Gillian sighed sadly. "I was hoping the new Lord would pick me," a coy grin appeared on her face as she thought about fighting alongside her new master. "I'm sure he'd find me useful."
"I hope they'll be okay," Miriam frowned in worry. She had quickly adopted the three servants into their small family and hated the thought of losing anyone of them so soon.
The blue statuette flew straight into Fang's left hand and unfolded, becoming the Savage Saber as it released the chains which wrapped around his left arm and torso, forming the cobalt blue Savage Armor. The Savage Saber's spirit then infused itself with Fang, changing his visor and Fangula's eyes blues from their usual red. Unleashing a howl, Fang, in his Savage Form, went on the attack, using his animalistic cunning and instincts to aid him in battle. He started slashing wildly at the Fangire. Though Fang was able to land a few hits, it was still not enough to finish off his speedy opponent who kept sidestepping a few of his slashes. Before the final blow could be dealt, the Sheep Fangire fled away.
"Hmph, coward," Fangula snorted. "He ran away instead of facing his demise."
Fang nodded in agreement before sending the Savage Saber away and unlocking Fangula from the belt. The chains appeared again to strip off his armor.
"We need to check up on Seras," Devlin stated before turning to see if Seras was still lying against the wall. What he found caused extreme dread to wash over him.
Seras was no longer there. Only her gun remained. He went over and picked it up.
"No…" he uttered in horror. How could he have been so careless!? He had allowed that Fangire to capture Seras.
Devlin heard the sound of a bike and turned his head towards the direction. Fangula decided to hide so that he wouldn't be seen. Devlin recognized that bike to be Tamashii's so he knew exactly who was riding the vehicle. Tamashii pulled over and stopped in front of Devlin before removing his helmet.
"Where's Seras?" Tamashii demanded. He wasn't messing around judging from the tone of his voice.
"She's gone," Devlin told him. "Some kind of creature grabbed her."
"Fangire," Tamashii muttered. He saw the gun in Devlin's hand. He knew it since it was the one he'd given to Seras for her own protection once she'd become an official member of the Slayers. "The gun," Tamashii said and Devlin handed it over. "Go home," Tamashii ordered. "I'm going to go look for her."
"How?" Devlin asked curiously.
"I have my ways," Tamashii said as he put on his helmet and revved up his engine before speeding way from the parking lot. Devlin stayed behind but instead of a worried frown he wore a victorious smile.
"As do I," Devlin said as he opened up his hand to reveal one of Seras' bullets. This was the only clue he had to find her and he was going to locate her, despite Tamashii's words.
As Seras, still unconscious, was laid out on the bed, Ryuzaki gazed down on her hungrily. "Lovely…she looks so delicious." He licked his lips in anticipation as he would strip her, taking her body, ravaging it, before taking her life force. She was a meal he would savor for hours, listening to her screams as he reveled in her fear as he thought of violating her, repeatedly.
He looked towards Nicholas and produced a check. "And as promise, here's your payment," Ryuzaki said as he handed the check to Nicholas. The geeky looking paparazzi wannabe looked at the check before shifting his gaze towards Seras. He made his decision, right then and there.
"No," Nicholas spoke under his breath.
"What?" Ryuzaki blinked and leaned in closer. "Sorry, but I didn't think I heard you. Could you repeat that?"
The answer he got was Nicholas shifting into his Sheep Fangire form and pulling out his pistol, shooting Ryuzaki right between the eyes. Ryuzaki fell backwards as blood spilled from the bullet hole in his forehead. The blood stained the white silken sheets, turning them a beautiful blood soaked red.
The Sheep Fangire gentle picked up Seras in his arms, "You're too good for him. You belong with me. I was the one who caught you." Suddenly, a blast of flame nearly caught him in the face. Luckily for him, his reflexes were so sharp.
The Salamander Fangire stood, growling and hissing at the Sheep Fangire for his double-cross. He didn't take betrayal lightly. Even if Seras got burnt to a crisp, he could always get other girls. It would still be a waste though.
The Salamander Fangire spewed flames at the treacherous Sheep Fangire but while the Salamander Fangire had firepower, the Sheep Fangire had speed and he used that to get away from the flames fast and speed out of the room, carrying his quarry.
Ryuzaki turned back to human form as he watched the flames burn everything in his room, licking the silk sheets of the bed as well as the expensive curtains that hung over his window. The flames grew but he still stood there. He was angry, ever so angry, and didn't care if he was engulfed by the flames. After all, it wasn't like the flames would actually hurt him, right?
Devlin was in the main chamber, a map spread over the floor as he kneeled over it, holding a string with Seras' bullet hanging from it. His servants all watched in curiosity as he attempted to locate the target. Though he had little magical proficiency compared to the rest of his family, Devlin knew a few tricks, like Scrying for example. He had to do this. He had to locate Seras. Tamashii was probably doing the same thing right about now.
The bullet then stopped and pointed on the map which depicted the wooded area of Amity Park. "I found you…" he said before he grabbed the Blood Rose and ran out of the chamber. Gillian smiled as she saw her New Lord leave. And they said that chivalry was dead nowadays.
Within the centre of the dense forest stood a rather modest looking cabin that looked like it'd been abandoned for quite some time now. However, it was what was inside the cabin that would truly capture our attention.
Inside, Nicholas gazed unblinkingly at Seras with a lecherous grin. He had her on the bed, posed, and he had a camera in hand as he began to take pictures for his private collection.
"Beautiful…" he spoke, a glazed look on his face, his voice sounding eerily zombified. "Beautiful…" He touched her face and down her neck. He was about to unbutton her blouse when he heard something outside his cabin. He peered out the window and saw someone on a red custom motorcycle stop in front of his cabin. The rider removed his helmet and Nicholas growled angrily. It was the boy who'd tried to stop him. He was trying to take Seras away from him.
"I will not let you…" Nicholas growled before stepping out.
Devlin glared as he watched Nicholas exit the cabin and he could see Seras through the window. His eyes then focused themselves upon Nicholas. "Let her go," Devlin said. "I don't want to fight you." That was the only warning he was going to give this Fangire.
The only answer he received was for Nicholas to assume his Sheep Fangire form before he dashed right towards him. Devlin leapt up as the attack came and grabbed Fangula. "Henshin!" Devlin called as he pressed Fangula against his arm. The belt materialized and he attached Fangula to it. "Wake Up!" The chains immediately wrapped around him before promptly shattering, his transformation to Fang complete.
He landed on the grassy floor and smashed his fist into the Sheep Fangire's snout. The Fangire howled in pain but then used his reflexes to duck under a roundhouse kick before ramming his head into Fang's gut, knocking him backwards. He then summoned his pistol and began firing on his adversary. Fang couldn't get away as sparks flew off his armor when the shots made impact.
On his bike, Tamashii was speeding along the road when his Ryuugan suddenly activated it. In his vision he could see Seras' location, her unconscious condition, but most of all Fang battling with the Sheep Fangire. Turning his bike around, Tamashii sped towards the other direction where he knew the battle was taking place. His Ryuugan was never wrong. However, like before, he still couldn't see Fang's true face which was hidden under that mask of his.
Fang quickly took cover behind a tree as he peered to look at his opponent, the Sheep Fangire. The Fangire was fast, super fast, as he'd learnt from their previous encounter. Plus, with that pistol of his, the Fangire was just as deadly. He had to find a way to even up the odds.
"Oi, boy," Fangula called, gaining Fang's attention. "Use the green whistle."
Trusting Fangula's words, Fang reached down to his belt and pulled the green whistle out of its slot. The head of the whistle was designed to look like some sort of fish-like creature. He placed the whistle between Fangula's 'lips' so the bat could blow.
Back at Fang Manor, Gillian smiled widely as she heard the call from the Sniper Whistle. "Alright, it's my time to shine." As she said this, a bright green light shone above her. Lobo had to shield his eyes. As the shine grew, an aura shimmered around Gillian, taking the shape of a fish-like humanoid before she shrunk into a green statuette and flew out through the open window, headed towards Fang's direction.
Francis smiled warmly as he watched Gillian leave. She had wanted to go outside so badly. It was nice that she could do that and be useful to the Lords at the same time. It would definitely make her day.
Back in the forest, Fang could see the green 'comet' flying towards him. Reaching upwards, he caught the small green statuette in his right hand.
"My Lords, I have come," Gillian's voice came out of the small statuette. The statuette then unfolded, transforming into a gun. There was a turbine with fins equipped to it, located where the barrel and handle met, in place of the usual ammunition chamber. Chains came out of the gun and wrapped around Fang's right arm before shattering, changing the arm armor green and scaly with a fin on his forearm. His shoulder armor also shattered and took on the same appearance, gaining a green fin. Chains wrapped around his torso armor and shattered, revealing emerald green and scaly armor. The spirit from the Sniper Magnum then infused with Fang, changing his visor green as well as Fangula's eyes.
The Sheep Fangire didn't look all that impressed at Fang's transformation and taunted him, "So, you've changed. That doesn't make you a match for me." He drew his gun on Fang but the Rider was faster as he fired several projectiles made of pressurized water at the Sheep Fangire. The turbine on the Sniper Magnum spun for each shot. The shots hit the Fangire's hand and he was forced to drop his weapon. Seeing more projectiles coming, he fled away from them to avoid them. Fang kept firing, hitting several trees and making holes in them. The Fangire then stopped to face Fang.
"You won't take her away from me," the Sheep Fangire threatened.
"We'll see about that!" Fangula said as Fang brought down the Sniper Magnum in front of him. Fangula bit down on the hammer, "Sniper Bite!"
Fang waved his arms around, readying his attack. The light of a half moon shone behind him. The Fangire watched as water swirled around Fang from an unknown source. The turbine on the Sniper Magnum spun as the water swirled around Fang like a tornado and collected inside the barrel of the Sniper Magnum.
"SNIPER AQUA TORNADO!!"
As a large ball pressurized water about the size of a basketball formed in front of the barrel of the Sniper Magnum, Fang aimed at the Fangire. He then pulled the trigger and fired. The large ball of water sailed through the trees, directly towards the targeted Fangire. The Sheep Fangire immediately fled, trying to outrun the flying water bomb and even zigzagged through the trees but the ball of water had homed in on him. He looked over his shoulder just in time to see the water bomb crash right into him. His entire body froze in an instant on impact as the ghostly image of a fish-creature appeared on him before fading away.
Fang leisurely approached the frozen Fangire's body and gently tapped it with his finger. That simple tap shattered the fragile body. The Fangire's soul hovered into the air but was soon captured and sealed by Fangula. Fang admired the white gem stone in his hand, the remains of the Sheep Fangire. Turning his attention towards the cabin, he remembered why he'd come here in the first place.
Tamashii arrived just in time to see Fang walking out of the cabin with Seras in his arms. "I take it the Fangire's dead?" Fang nodded. "Good." He took Seras from Fang's arms. He turned and walked towards his bike. "Arigato," he said.
Fang looked up, slightly shocked that the normally cold Tamashii would be thanking him. "If not for you then two of my teammates would be dead." Tamashii then coldly added, "But, don't mistake my gratitude for acceptance. To me you're still a vampire and because of that the two of us will one day meet in combat." Tamashii activated his Ryuugan and swore, "And that is the day I will discover who you truly are beneath that mask, and take your life." Tamashii got on his bike and drove off, bringing Seras to the hospital to receive treatment.
Danny flew straight home. He'd received a disturbing message on his phone. He didn't know if it was supposed to be a joke or a real threat but the message had said: "I will be serving your family for dinner." That sentence could mean anything and Danny just couldn't chance it. Flying at high speed, he reached Fenton Works and shifted back to human form before swinging the door open.
"Mom! Dad! Jazz! Danielle!" Danny yelled. "Are you guys here!? Are you okay!?"
"Welcome home, Danny-boy!" he heard his father's cheerful bellow. Danny blinked. Was he early?
"Come to the dinner table, honey," Danny heard his mom. "You're just in time."
"O…kay…?" Danny said uncertainly as he followed his parents' voices to the dinner table. His eyes widened in complete shock, not because his family was okay and not because of Devlin being present, but because of the full course meal that covered the table.
"Ah, I see you've arrived just in time, thanks to my message," Danny heard an unfamiliar voice say as the owner walked out the kitchen. He looked dressed like the 'Mad Hatter' from 'Alice in Wonderland',
"Who are you!?" Danny demanded, eyes glowing green. "What's going on!?" He was near panicking when he'd been flying and wanted answers. He was in no mood to joke around.
"Daniel," Devlin spoke, gesturing towards Topper. "Meet the head caretaker of Fang Manor and my bookkeeper, Mr. Topper."
"He made us all this for dinner," Jack said, spreading his arms wide for emphasis. "Dig in, son!"
Danny sighed, "Well, if you can't beat them…" Sitting down, he then started to partake in the huge meal. Topper smiled at both the halfa and his New Lord. Oh, things were going to be so much more interesting fun in the future.
A/N: Wow, that was fast of me, to finish a new chap so soon. I'd like to thank Shadow Element 13, Zombi 138 and Ten-Faced Paladin for their help