A/N: A new version of an old attack.

The perfume store known as the 'Garden of Eden' was quite popular in the mall. Women and girls would go in and out, purchasing the perfume there. It was said that the owner mixed the perfumes himself, making them extra unique and special. The fragrance of his perfume would linger for a good long while and was water proof. They would stay on the women that wore them.

Pierre, the owner of the store, grinned as she watched his customers sample his perfume before purchasing them from him. His eyes wandered over to the women buying his special perfume, the one he saved for special occasions.

He licked his tongue over his lips and also the fangs inside his mouth as he eyed the women hungrily. There was no doubt that this man was one of them.

Fang Manor; originally, it'd been an old abandoned mansion and its original name had been forgotten over the years. Used by the school to host the annual Haunted House events, it'd been converted into a livable estate for Devlin Amakusa and his servants, which were also his family in a sense that he didn't really treat them as servants. Many kids wondered how he could stay in the place. Rumor has it that it was haunted but Devlin knew those stories were only untrue. If it was haunted, Danielle would've sensed it. But still, with the structure resembling something from an old black and white horror movie with gargoyles decorating it, looking down at everyone, plus the vines creeping over the outer wall as well as the eerie atmosphere, anyone would get the idea that the place was haunted. When Devlin had a housewarming party, Jack and Maddie tried to run an ecto-scan on each chamber and found nothing.

Upon discovery that he actually lives in the mansion, a few kids in class suggested that he should host a party there. They had suggested maybe a costume party or a Halloween party. Devlin put it under consideration. A party would help him climb the popularity ladder, if being a makeup artist and wealthy wasn't enough, but popularity was something he cared little for. There were other more important things to deal with.

Like training, for example.

Within the main chamber, all the furniture had been moved to the side to make room for both Lobo and Devlin. Both dhampir and Fangire were circling each other. Devlin was dressed in a tight black turtleneck and matching slacks while Lobo was wearing his usual clothes, minus the jacket. Devlin had discarded his hat and glasses as he narrowed an eye at Lobo. The wolfish Fangire in human form grinned at his 'New Lord'. Both men were holding bamboo swords.

Gillian, Walter, Miriam, Topper and Francis all stood against the wall, watching the proceedings. Fangula was on Topper's hat, watching in interest. Neither combatants were moving.

Suddenly, there was a flash of movement. Devlin quickly blocked a strike to his left before twirling on his ankle and landing a reverse roundhouse on Lobo, or it would have if it connected but Lobo leapt backwards. Devlin charged and swung his bamboo sword a Lobo, who dodged each blow easily. Growling, Devlin went with an overhead strike but Lobo caught the sword with one hand before kicking Devlin hard in the stomach. Devlin was sent sailing and landed on the ground. Lobo threw Devlin's sword back and made a come hither motion. Grabbing the bamboo sword again, Devlin got back to his feet and swung at Lobo. He was half tempted to assume his Orphenoch form but right now he was trying to adapt and fight in his human form. He still had his sharp senses, speed and agility, but not at the same level as Lobo.

Lobo blocked or either dodged the strikes aiming at parts of his body. He had to admit that Devlin was good but not that good. Sure he could defeat Fangires but only with Fangula's help as well as assistance from himself and Gillian. Devlin had yet to call for help from Francis but maybe that was because he knew he wasn't ready for that kind of power yet. Whatever the reason, Devlin's attacks weren't hitting Lobo and that told him all he needed to know. Lobo then used his bamboo sword to wrench Devlin's out of his hands before he shoved Devlin backwards with his foot.

"If you're trying to put me to sleep, little boy, then you're doing a fine job," Lobo jeered.

"Shut up!" Devlin yelled as he got back up and charged. Once again, Lobo dodged and blocked, only attacking when he found an opening. Just like a predator playing with its prey.

Lobo, however, misjudged Devlin's movements, only once. When he blocked his right, Devlin was actually aiming for his left. Unable to dodge in time, Lobo got jabbed hard in the shoulder, the hit sending him staggering backwards. Smiling, Devlin then took advantage of this and aimed low, swinging at Lobo's legs. Lobo leapt up but then Devlin's plan was not to hit the legs, but what was between them.

Everybody winced as Lobo howled in pain.

Devlin wiped the sweat off his face with a towel that Gillian had brought for him. She just blushed when he said thank you before scurrying away to Miriam's side. Devlin found her behavior quite cute. He drank from a bottle of water.

Lobo growled, still in pain from the hit but he'd complimented Devlin, calling him clever for striking at an opponent's weak spot. That spot was very potent on any male without any protection. The pain had subsided but it'd be sore for awhile. He would need ice later on.

Lobo then decided to ask a question that had been nagging on him since the sparring session began, "How long?"

Devlin quirked an eyebrow, "How long what?"

"How long have you been blind in the right eye?"

Devlin froze. Only Fangula, Miriam and Walter knew about that.

"There were hints judging by your movements. It's just that you use your other senses to compensate for that blindside, right? You can't see attacks coming from your right so you try to hear them coming instead," Lobo explained, taking a swig of water.

"It was not too long ago," Devlin answered as he ran a hand over the spot where the scar was, hidden under his bangs. "The beginning of summer, really."

"What happened?" Lobo asked.

"I was attacked by a vampire hunter and he stabbed my eye," Devlin summarized.

"He attacked you for no reason?" Lobo asked. "Or were you…"

"I don't attack humans," Devlin interrupted. "Leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I was saving someone, actually, and this hunter just, well, he used his blades, I fought back, and he stabbed me. I was lucky enough to escape with my life."

"But he still marked you," Lobo reminded, referring to the scar.

"Yes," Devlin clenched his fist, "And I'm going to pay him back for my eye."

Lobo nodded. Revenge was in human nature and it also applied to beings like them. He had been a vampire with the ability to change into a wolf before becoming a Fangire and pledging his loyalty to Fangula. He actually preferred to stay this way. Sure, he missed fighting in his true form, but it was the price he had to pay. At least he need not hunt humans for life energy. He was never really fond of hunting down humans like scared animals anyway. Unfortunately, most Fangires seemed to get off on that.

Clapping was heard as footsteps approached them. Topper smiled mysteriously with Fangula riding on his hat. "Fantastic performance, gentlemen." He squatted down to meet Devlin's level, "You especially, despite your handicap."

Topper, someone Devlin still hadn't figured out. There was just something funny about him and it was neither good nor bad. Topper was just that. It took a while for Devlin to trust Topper before finally handing him the Fangire soul stones. The question playing in Devlin's mind was what he ever did with them. He had never seen them again after handing them over and Topper never brought them out to admire or look at. He was pure business with them, just like he boasted. Whatever he needed them for, he was using them for just that.

"Thank you, Topper," Devlin gave a nod. He knew Topper was looking after him at school, disguised as the school counselor and doing a spectacular job. He never judged the students and he provided a caring and listening ear. Students would come to him with their problems and he would provide them with advice. He didn't even ask for anything in return beyond what the school was paying him for his services. Now, if a student asked him for advice outside of the office he might be in a more negotiable mood.

"You didn't do too bad yourself, Wolfy," Topper grinned, receiving a growl from Lobo.

"Don't call me that, Top Hat," Lobo remarked, hating the nickname with a passion. Topper chuckled before standing back up.

"Well, I'm off," Topper said. "I have very important business to attend to."

"What sort of business?" Devlin asked.

"Oh, just same old, same old," Topper said cryptically. "Nothing you need to worry about, New Lord." New Lord. That was Devlin's position in the house. He was at equal level as Fangula, but since he was new and Fangula was the original master, he was dubbed New Lord. Gillian would alternate between calling him "My Lord" and "New Lord" but she seemed to like both and he didn't mind. The girl was the only person who appeared to be his age so it provided him with someone to talk to in the house that could understand things based on a teenager's perspective. He had to remind himself, though, that she was a lot older than she looked but he was used to that. The majority of his family all looked younger than they did. No surprise there.

The doors of the main chamber opened and Francis bowed. He then spoke, "Dinner will be served in 15 minutes."

"Well, looks like you'll need to get cleaned up," Topper said. "Oh, and by the way, your girlfriend called. She's joining us for dinner."

"Thank you, Topper," Devlin said as he stood up. He headed out of the chamber. Francis took his towel as he went up the stairs towards the Master Bedroom, which was also his room since he was the master of Fang Manor. There was a bathroom in there which was quite spacious.

"The boy needs more training," Lobo stated.

"Agreed," Fangula nodded. He flapped his wings. "After the attack at the mall, Fang's become just as well known as Danny Phantom."

"It's good publicity," Topper commented.

"Well, a lot of people might think he's a ghost or something," Fangula replied.

"Well, should you really be surprised?" Topper asked. "Ghosts are a recurring phenomenon here."

"So are Fangires, apparently," Fangula said.

"No Fangires for weeks," Lobo said. "Maybe they decided to get out of town."

"Doubtful. Ghosts, though not considered alive by many, they still are technically alive," Fangula noted. "Meaning a meal for any hungry Fangire." Ghosts would be the sentient life force of long departed humans. Fangires would consider them a good source for a meal.

"Which means that those Fangires will be sticking around, just laying low," Topper said. Fangula flew off his head. "Well, tootles." Topper removed his hat and set it on the floor before stepping inside. He was then sucked into his hat which finally popped out of existence.

"Never could figure out how he did that," Lobo shook his head.

Devlin removed his top and winced slightly. Lobo could sure hit hard judging by the fading bruises on his body. Luckily, his healing factor would take care of them. If only that healing factor worked well on his eye…

There was a knock at his door and he said, "Come in," without turning around. Gillian came in and gasped when she saw her shirtless Master. He wasn't overly muscular, but he had a well toned athletic body. He just looked so yummy. She tried to curb her desire but if only she could taste him a little.

Devlin turned and while he was expecting Miriam or Walter, he blushed when he saw it was Gillian. He grabbed his bathrobe off a nearby chair and hastily put it on. "Gillian! What are you doing here!?"

"I was wondering, Master, if you'd allow me to scrub your back," Gillian requested.

Devlin blinked but he shook his head. "No, Gillian, I'm sorry."

"But-"

"Just, wait for me at dinner," he said, "I'll be down shortly."

Gillian curtseyed, "As you wish, My Lord," before leaving his room and shutting the door.

Devlin was not totally oblivious towards Gillian's feelings for him. He was aware that she liked him but he was having trouble telling her that he wasn't interested in her like that. She was a friend and ally, nothing more, even if she was cute. Shaking his head, Devlin disrobed as he entered his bathroom.

A sweet aroma filled the night air as a young woman was walking towards home after another disastrous date with another man. The guy had tried to get into her pants from the get go so she slapped him, used pepper spray, and left him in a huff.

As she was walking, she noted that the air smelled like roses. Now, Amity Park was the centre of ghost activity so all citizens were required to have some form of protection. As incompetent as the Fentons seemed, they did make great anti-ghost gadgets. The woman checked her wrist for the Fenton Repeller. Satisfied that it was working judging from the green light, she continued on her way.

The aroma was growing stronger and she picked up her steps. The farther she walked, the stronger the smell. She looked around; her eyes wandering as the smell became overwhelming, clouding her senses. She then fell against a lamppost, her eyes growing heavy.

She could hear footsteps headed towards her and the smell coming towards her. However, she only saw darkness as she collapsed on the ground.

Devlin dried his hair, fully dressed as he stepped out of his room. He hung his towel at the doorknob before making his way downstairs towards the dining room. Checking the old grandfather clock, he noted he was early by 3 minutes. Well, at least he was early.

The dining room, or hall judging by its size, was a lavish one. The table itself was 20 feet long and meant for large company. The collection of servants were all seated, waiting. There was an empty chair at the front of the table, for both Devlin and Fangula. Fangula was already perched on the back of the table, waiting expectantly to begin eating. The food was already laid out and comprised of beef, chicken, vegetable stew, fish and fresh fruit. Silverware was laid flanking plates set in front of each of the diners.

As Devlin approached his chair, he saw Gillian smiling at him. He smiled back. He noticed Francis was not around but then again he was probably busy welcoming…

Francis came into the dining room, stating, "Miss Danielle Fenton has arrived." As he said this, the girl came into the room. Like a gentleman, Devlin stood up, followed by the others to greet her. Danielle felt nervous. She was well dressed in a white blouse and blue skirt that came down to her knees. Her hair was in its usual ponytail and Devlin could smell the perfume on her. That perfume, those clothes, he remembered Danielle buying them when they'd gone to the mall. She looked great.

"Danielle, welcome," Devlin said. "Please, take a seat right here," he offered an empty seat to his right. Danielle smiled and went over before sitting down. Francis sat down on an empty chair too, between Lobo and Gillian. Even though he was servant, the New Lord had insisted that everybody sit together for dinner, for all meals really when there was a chance. It felt strange to sit at the same table and eating the same meals as the master of the house.

"Thank you for inviting me, Devlin," Danielle smiled. The atmosphere was so peaceful and tranquil. Back home, Jack would probably turn on the TV, hoping a ghost attack would occur. One time it did when the Lunch Lady came and well...it was worse than the food fight that happened last month at school.

Devlin blinked, "But I never…" He paused. This was Topper's doing. The mysterious bookkeeper must've masked his voice with Devlin's and invited Danielle over. Conniving and underhanded, but carried results. He couldn't fault him for that. His father would probably want to hire the top hat wearing entity if he got results like this.

The opening appetizer was the vegetable stew as the bowl was passed around for everyone to fill their own small bowls. Danielle and Devlin stole glances as they are. Not much was said, but even silence could speak for itself. The other residents of the house let the couple have their peace. It was the least they could do since they all lived together in this house and privacy was much to be desired sometimes.

The Fangire licked his lips after releasing his hold on his prey's body, letting it drop to the ground in the heap. She was as sweet as her aroma and he savored each and everyone second of it. His feeding wasn't complete though. There were still so many but his senses could not pick up on any suitable prey. Dejected, he left the body like one would leave discarded garbage, which was never worth anyone's time at all. She was just a human after all.

Laugher came as old stories were traded around the dinner table. Danielle giggled upon hearing from Miriam a story that took place back when Devlin was younger. Devlin just frowned and tries to cover his face in embarrassment.

"So he ran away screaming?" Danielle questioned, holding in her laughter with limited success. Lobo and Gillian were laughing as well. Francis' expression was stoic but a smile was still tugging at his lips.

"And it was only a clown mask," Miriam added. "A mask for heavens sake!"

"It looked alive!" Devlin defended.

"Clowns, kid? You're afraid of clowns?" Lobo laughed.

"Don't forget the mimes, though," Gillian said, chuckling.

"I'm afraid of clowns, and mimes, but we all have fears, some more pathetic than mine," Devlin said. It was a pathetic attempt to save face, but it was the only kind of retaliation that he had.

"Not in this room," Lobo said, wiping a tear before taking a drink. "Alright, anybody else has a-"

All went silent.

Danielle looked around and Walter and Miriam both shushed up to see the expression on everyone's faces. It was a faint sound at first, but once the silence of the room had settled in, the sound was practically deafening.

The strings of the Blood Rose were vibrating, making a sound.

A Fangire was present in town.

Though the Fangire had given up his hunt for the night, it then found another new victim. It was a blonde girl who was with a large Asian lad. The lad would be easily dealt with but he was not what the Fangire wanted. He wanted the girl. She smelled so nice.

It was the perfect plan. Open a perfume store then sell his special perfume to women. It marked them as his targets. He enjoyed the aroma as it complemented their individual flavor.

The Fangire moved in the darkness, keepings its eyes trained on its target. It licked its fangs. Oh, the thrill of the hunt was just the appetizer before the main course itself.

As the Fangire was about to launch himself from his spot, he felt a grip on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw a pale young boy in black and white and a young green eyed girl with white hair and also dressed in black and white.

"Sorry, buddy, but the diner is closed," the girl said before slamming a fist into his face. He was sent sprawling out of his hiding place.

The blonde girl, Star, and the Asian lad, Kwan, both turned their attention towards the commotion and the blonde girl screamed. Not because of the appearance of the ghost girl, but what she'd punched.

Its skin was a leafy green and leaves made up its shoulder pads. Thorns covered its entire body as its fingers were long like vines. The head looked like a rose with eyes and a mouth with fangs inside. The creature hissed as it got up. The Rose Fangire was about to launch his thorns at Danni Phantom when something else got its attention.

"Wake Up!"

A knee slammed into the side of its head, pressing the Rose Fangire against the wall. Danni said to Star and Kwan, "You better run." Kwan and Star silently obeyed and ran like their lives depended on it, which was true.

Fang pulled back his knee before laying rapid fire punches into the Rose Fangire's body, Danielle floated behind Fang, watching, as he put the beat down on this vampiric monster.

Fang grabbed the Fangire by its shoulders but then yelped as he pulled his hands away. The Fangire had used its thorns to create a barrier for its body. Even in his armor, Fang would have a tough time against this Fangire.

Danni saw her chance and launched an ecto-blast but the Rose Fangire leapt over the blast and whipped out its vines at her, catching her. She tried to phase away but the thorns dug into her skin and she could feel her life draining. She was growing weak and…

Something broke against the Fangire's face before it exploded and covered his petal covered flower head in flames. Though many vampire weaknesses were ineffective against Fangires, even fire could do some damage at least. Glad Fang brought potion capsules along with him.

He went to Danielle. She looked even paler and was on the verge of morphing back to human form. The rings were sweeping up and down her body, changing between her ghostly attire and her civilian clothing.

"Danielle…" Fang whispered under his breath.

"She was just partially drained," Fangula reminded. "Now, we need to focus on our opponent."

Fang nodded, knowing Fangula was right. That didn't mean he wouldn't make this particular Fangire pay for what it tried to do though. He reached down to his belt and pulled out the red Fang Whistle. Usually, it would be used to summon Fangula whenever Devlin needed him, but Topper had given it an extra feature. He placed the whistle down between Fangula's lips and he blew before detaching and flying around Fang. Fang crossed his arms in front his face and growled as the moon turned…blood red.

The Fangire put out the flames around his head and then watched as Fang prepared himself to attack.

"Releasing the Chains of Fate!"

Fang kicked up his right leg and Fangula flew around it, undoing the chains before they shattered. The bound leg armor then spread open into a pair of wings, revealing the blood red inner layer but this time green gems were on the leg, three in total. They were glowing brings green, almost as if they had lives of their own.

Fang's eyes flashed as he looked at the Fangire before launching himself high into the air, the crimson glow of the blood red moon behind him.

He called out his new attack:

"BLOODY MOON SMASH!!"

Fang twisted his body in mid-air before flying back down, one leg extended and glowing as red as the moon itself.

The Fangire turned to flee but Fang's attack was faster. He got slammed in the back and then smashed into a building, creating a crater on impact before Fang's emblem could be seen glowing on it. The body, unable to hold itself together, shattered like glass, releasing the Fangire's soul. Fangula was quick to catch and swallow it before flying over to his partner and spitting it into his hand.

"Another Fangire gone for good," Fangula said as the red glow of the moon faded and the chains rewrapped themselves around Fang's armored boot, binding the Hell's Gate once more.

Fang nodded and went back to Danielle. She looked exhausted. Offering his hand, Fang said, "Let's get you home."

"Alright," Danielle nodded as she grabbed his hand.

As the two heroes walked, Ryuzaki was watching from the shadows. He'd been out hunting when he sensed a battle going on. He went to check it out and saw a lowly plant-class Fangire being defeated by the armored warrior, known as Fang if his contacts were right.

His eyes, of course, went to the ghost girl. White hair…green eyes…a ghostly aura…it all added up to an exotic dish.

Ryuzaki couldn't wait to have her under him, screaming as he took her, before draining every last bit of her life energy, having an orgasm when he was done. It was all about his personal sick and twisted gratification. That was what mattered to him the most.

A/N: Another filler chap. Good, huh? I'd like to thank my pals for their help.