A/N: Based on Kamen Rider Kiva episode 8. We see Topper's true form.

The very next day, Devlin and Danielle arrived early in the morning to the restaurant – Treasures of the Sea – to begin their shift there. It was a Saturday, and would officially be Devlin's second day working there with Danielle and he was determined to make a good impression in front of his girlfriend. In fact, his only reason for even taking this job as a waiter was so he could be close to her. After all they'd been through together the previous summer and beyond, it felt appropriate.

Even though it had only been a day ago since he'd met Chef Emmanuel, the man was an enigma. He would often be seen going down to the cellar, doing who-knows-what. He appeared like a kind enough person, based on Danielle's observation, but looks could be very deceiving, especially in this town. Devlin couldn't shake off the feeling that the man's behavior was a little…eccentric was the best way to describe it, in a polite way. However, in Amity Park, eccentricities were the norm. Look at the Fentons for example.

Devlin started by mopping the floors after using the broom to sweep out the dust. Despite hailing from the wealthy Amakusa family of the Akuma clan, his nanny – Miriam – had taught him how to do his own chores. Due to her, he wasn't a spoiled brat like any stereotypical rich kid and it built his character, making him a more independent person.

Although he loved his mother dearly, Miriam was the primary catalyst that made him realize his true talents and potential. Though, a part of him knew she only did it out of duty, but he felt that she did care for her like her own son.

Dipping the mop into the bucket, he then pulled it out, allowed it to drip for a bit, before he began cleaning the floor of the restaurant. There was a lot of ground to cover and he had to get this done before opening time.

Chef Emmanuel watched from his office and smiled sinisterly. He remembered how the boy had gotten in his way the previous day. Though he'd gotten the male's life energy, he'd originally planned on getting both of their life energies. He needed their life energy and was running out of time if the cracks on his skin were any indication.

His eyes looked towards the clock hanging on the wall. In about an hour, more customers would come to enjoy his cooking before they themselves became his next main course.

Richard was taking a walk through the business district of Amity Park. Seeing as how his current job wasn't something he was totally interested in, actually for the most part he wanted to get the hell out of it; he wanted to look for something new. Something caught his attention at the corner of his eye. He looked over to see an auto garage called El Diablo Customs. With his interest peaked he walked into the main office and notice a girl about his age working the front desk. She had brown hair that reached the middle of her back; she wore blue jeans, black sneakers, and a black and yellow racing jacket. Through her bright blue eyes she watched Richard walk in through the door. She noticed Richard taking a look into the garage through the main office windows and not taking his eyes off the cars within.

"Need some work on a car?" she asked shaking Richard out of his thoughts.

"Are you guys hiring?" Richard asked cutting to the chase.

But before the young girl could answer a tall elderly man came through the door. From the man's attire you could tell he was from the south, he wore a business suit with a large cowboy hat. He took quick notice to Richard and asked his young employee with a thick Texan accent, "A new customer, Miss Tailor?"

"Actually sir, he's asking about a job," she replied.

The man looked over to Richard. "What's your name, son?" he asked while extending a hand to Richard.

"My name's Richard Belmont, sir," Richard answered quickly while shaking his hand.

"The name's Jimmy Quinn, the owner of this fine establishment," he introduced himself. He crossed his arms and asked "So Rick, what do you have to bring to El Diablo?"

"Well, to put it simply sir. Cars and motorcycles are my life; I know and can fix anything." He replied proudly.

"Is that a fact? Tell ya what Rick, I got an engine there in the garage that's been acting up. Fix it in an hour and you got a job."

"Really? Just like that?" Richard asked shocked at the offer.

"Just like that, think you can do that for me?"

"Just show me the way."

Richard and Mr. Quinn made there way to garage and inside came across a muscle car with the aforementioned engine inside. Several of the other mechanics glanced over at Richard as he made his way to the car and when he came to it. Richard looked over the car in amazement, it was a beautiful machine. He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned his head to see Mr. Quinn with a tool box in his hand. "Ready Mr. Belmont?" He asked. Richard took the tool box and began working.

Meanwhile, the Café Mal d'Amour was just opening its doors for business. The first customer they received was a welcomed and familiar sight.

"Oh, Mr. Lobo," Seras greeted. "You're here early."

Lobo gruffly said, "Just came for my morning coffee." As soon as he'd had a taste of the coffee here, he became hooked. Also, it beat the noisy Manor whenever Gillian would play her new Sony PSP at full volume. Why did Ichijyo have to get her that infernal contraption anyway? At least here, it was peaceful.

Bob was at the bar counter, smiling as Lobo took a seat. "The usual," the coffee brewer inquired.

"And keep it coming," Lobo added as he unfolded his newspaper to scan the articles, "A large ham sandwich too. I might be here for awhile."

"Gotcha," Bob nodded and started to brew the coffee. Today, things were looking up, it seems.

Actually, Lobo had an ulterior motive in coming here. Yesterday, in his Savage Saber form, he'd caught a glimpse of Tamashii and Seras spying on Fang as he engaged the Lobster Fangire. From what he'd been informed. Tamashii was part of a group of vampire hunters.

Needless to say, Devlin and the rest of them would have to be more careful around Tamashii. It was bad enough that the Guys In White were gunning for Fang, as were a number of ghosts in the Ghost Zone, but vampire hunters were going to hard to handle due to their obsessive nature. It was possible that Tamashii's friends were also involved. Thought being here was a risk in itself, there was an old saying:

Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.

As soon as the coffee came, Lobo grinned as he brought the cup to his nose and sniffed it. He had his own personal policy when it came to coffee: if the coffee was bad, he'd refuse to pay. Up until he'd visited the Café Mal d'Amour, he'd never paid a single cent.

Bob never disappointed him as he knew the type of coffee Lobo would enjoy. Lobo always paid, in full, and never held back in his critique, which were always positive.

Smiling, Lobo gulped down the entire cup of coffee, savoring the flavor, before slamming the cup down with a satisfied sigh.

"Good as always, Bob," Lobo complimented, smirking.

Bon smiled back at his best customer in return. "Besides Chiaki, coffee's the best thing I can do."

Only a half hour had passed and Richard had completed the task. Mr. Quinn motioned over one of the other mechanics to start up the car. Once the car was started it made a thundering roar as if it had just come out of the factory. Mr. Quinn nodded in approval and approached Richard. "When can ya start, Mr. Belmont?" he asked, pleased with the work of his applicant.

"Tomorrow would be great," Richard answered back, happy that he got a real job and not one at the Nasty Burger anymore.

He walked into the front office to fill out some paperwork.

"Welcome to the team," said the girl from before with a smile across her face.

"Oh thanks," Richard said as he made his way to the door but he almost forgot something. "Oh, I didn't get your name."

"I'm Becky Tailor; we go to the same school. I recognized that small bruise on your head."

Richard blushed a little from embarrassment. "You saw that did you?"

She shrugged. "Accidents happen. Looking forward to working with you, see ya tomorrow."

"See ya," Richard said as he left, looking forward to tomorrow. Maybe he could go and see how Devlin and Danielle were doing first.

In the morning, there weren't many customers, which made it easy for both Devlin, Danielle and the rest of the staff. Of course, by the time noon came, it was time for lunch.

And thus, the lunch rush.

The customers came in like a hungry army, demanding to be fed. At once, Danielle and Devlin went to the tables to take their orders before going back to the kitchen to inform the chef as to what the customers wanted.

Devlin's eyes would often wander towards the basement. Maybe he could check it out to see what was really there. His curiosity was really getting to him and nagging him to see just what was under there, but right now he was busy and he had to do his job.

He could feel the Chef Emanuel's eyes on him. It felt like chilly gaze and he didn't really like it. It felt so cold and unemotional.

At a certain table sat Ryuzaki as his eyes wandered around. People were either in groups or pairs but then he spied a beautiful looking young lady sitting alone at a table. Grinning to himself, he got up to introduce himself. He almost bumped into Danielle but flashed her a smile before going towards his target. He'd get back to her soon enough.

Entering the kitchen was always an experience for Devlin as he watched the chef cook all his dishes with relative ease and all on his own. It was just amazing how one man could not only run a restaurant, but create an assortment of dishes alone. It took a great amount of skill to do such a thing. It made Devlin admire him. Of course, the strange feeling never left him.

Chef Emanuel finished preparing the dish and Devlin picked it up onto a tray before walking out to serve it. The chef would later go and greet his customers to see how they would enjoy the best, and last meal, they'd ever have.

Tamashii was waiting outside the restaurant. He hid in the shadows, following a young couple as they left. His Ryuugan had shown him that these two were supposed to be the Lobster Fangires latest meal.

Bingo! He saw the Fangire preparing to hurl his trident. He had one chance at this. The Fangire threw the trident, intent on piercing the female. Luckily Tamashii got there first. "Run!" he warned. The couple took this seriously and ran off. Tamashii wasn't as lucky as the trident pierced his flesh, going straight through the vampire hunter.

"Stupid boy. You would have survived if you had just let me have their energy…" The Lobster Fangire looked at Tamashii in shock. The hunter was standing up! "How can you still be alive? And why aren't I getting you're life force?"

"Kinda hard to kill what's already dead," said Tamashii, his voice still empty. He grasped the trident and ripped it out, his wound healing almost instantaneously as what appeared to be dark energy surrounded it. He pulled out his gun. The Fangire realized there was no way he could take on Tamashii, so he decided it was time to make his escape.

Tamashii didn't give chase on account that he couldn't. The wound was knitting itself together as Tamashii growled in pain. Despite allowing the Fangire to escape, at least he was able to save two people. That was the most important part.

The mood around Fang Manor was of boredom as the Fangire trio and Devlin's guardians went about their daily duties. Well, they had completed the tasks that needed to be finished. Miriam and Walter were definitely enjoying their stay at Fang Manor. It was certainly larger than their previous home and needed more care, but with three supernatural co-workers, it made things so much easier.

Currently, the two were enjoying some quiet time and watching television. It was currently on the Antiques Road Show. Francis was likewise enjoying some rest as he watched.

"Ah," he smiled. "I remember that piece," He was talking about a sculpture in which someone was talking about came from a sculptor that had given it to his family.

"Do you have an interest in antiques?" asked Walter curiously.

"You can say that," Francis nodded. "Only the ones that interest me. I believe I had a hand in creating that sculpture."

"Oh my!" Miriam gasped. "Really?"

"I believe I did," Francis nodded. "I took on an apprenticeship under a sculptor. I recall making a sculpture like that."

"How nice," Miriam smiled. She hoped that the friendly Fangire might take up the art again. The mansion could use some more artistry in it.

Gillian was just enjoying her PSP again. She was almost an addict with it. She never really got to enjoy modern things since she, Francis, and Lobo were tied to Fangula and couldn't leave his side until Devlin's father managed to unseal him.

The noises and explosions from Gillian's new toy only served to annoy Lobo. He could understand the allure of the modern world though. Coffee was a wonderful invention after all. He just didn't understand why little handheld games were so popular.

Gillian cheered loudly as she blew away several zombies with a bazooka. Lobo shook his head. Unless the new master had something for them, it seemed like it was going to be a long day.

Devlin was just about to return home after his shift at the restaurant was done for the day before the Blood Rose alerted him of a Fangire's presence. In an instant, he was on his bike, ready to go after his enemy.

Seras was walking back to the café after another busy day at a photo shoot. She would usually call for Tamashii to pick her up, but the place was actually pretty close by. Besides, she just wanted to take a walk for once. With Fang and the Phantoms, the town was safe.

Of course, she should've been paying attention since someone was spying on her.

Seras suddenly stopped when a fire hydrant exploded. She was surprised by this, "Woah!" and then heard the sound of giggling. She spun around and to see but found nobody there.

At the docks, the Salamander Fangire looked down at his latest victim. She was sweet, but not as sweet as the two girls that had eluded him beforehand. He actually let out a small chuckle. He learned that both girls were connected to Tamashii. "That little punk must be pissed," he hissed gleefully as he licked his lips in anticipation. He prepared to sink his teeth into his latest victim when he felt a powerful kick slam into his side.

The Fangire looked and saw the person responsible for his interrupted meal. "So it's you again," said Ryuzaki. He looked at his would-be victim and then back at Fang. "Not worth it," said Ryuzaki as he ran off.

Instead of chasing after the Fangire, he went to check up on the girl. Relieved to see her alive, he then decided to go after the Salamander Fangire.

Fang realized he'd need help to find the elusive Fangire. He placed the Sniper Whistle in Fangula's mouth.

Gillian giggled merrily from an alley. She was the one who'd caused the fire hydrant to erupt. "Oh, the look on her face! That was so funny!" Her merry moment would soon be interrupted.

"Gillian," she heard someone growl. "You shouldn't be using your abilities so frivolously."

Gillian turned and rolled her eyes at Lobo. "Lobo, I was just having a little fun. You do know what fun is, right?"

Lobo frowned, "Even so, our purpose here is not to have fun, remember?"

"OK, OK," Gillian nodded. "I understand. But it's still funny how I can still pull pranks like the old days."

"You miss those days, don't you?" Lobo questioned.

Gillian smiled sadly for second, musing, "Yeah, I do…" but then she beamed, "But this is great too!"

"Come on, we should be going now," Lobo said, "I heard Miriam would be making your favorite for dinner."

"Really?" Gillian's eyes brightened. "Then, let's go!" However, she stopped. "Huh?"

"What's wrong?" Lobo asked.

"The Lord, he calls!" Gillian answered before she shot into the air like a green comet.

Moments later, a green streak shot towards Fang. Grabbing it, it transformed into its gun form, initiating the transformation to Sniper Form. With the change to Sniper Form complete, Fang searched the docks for the Salamander Fangire.

SWOOSH!

Suddenly something long flew right out of the water and pierced through his shoulder, pinning him against a container. The Rider let out a scream of pain as blood trickled down from his shoulder to the ground in drops. Groaning in pain, he grabbed the object which had speared him, a rather menacing looking trident and began pulling it out. The pain he was feeling was unbearable through the entire slow and agonizing process. When he finally got the harpoon out, he dropped to the ground. He rolled onto his back, allowing Fangula to detach as the chains unwrapped from him and changed Fang back to his human form. The Sniper Magnum morphed back into Gillian.

"My Lord!" Gillian gasped as she went to check on Devlin. His right shoulder was bleeding heavily.

The Lobster Fangire's head peaked out from the water. Now, the boy would not be able to interfere.

Devlin had decided to hang out around the house after he returned to Fang Manor the previous night. Miriam cried out in shock when she saw what had happened to Devlin's arm. Between her and Gillian, he was pretty sure he was getting the best healthcare available.

"DEVLIN!" a familiar female voice screamed in utter shock and fear.

"Danielle?" Devlin blinked as he turned to the entrance to the room. There was his girlfriend looking almost paler than her ghost form.

"I took the measure of contacting her this morning," Topper smiled as he stepped into the room behind her.

Devlin now sorely wished Topper hadn't done that. He was currently shirtless and had bandages wrapped over his shoulder where the wound was. All in all, he did not feel he was up to facing her in his state.

"Oh my gosh! What happened!" she cried as she ran up to inspect his wounds.

"A Fangire with good aim and a sense for tactics," Devlin sighed. "He got me while I was looking for that damned Salamander Fangire."

"It was a lucky shot," Fangula grumbled from his perch.

Danielle sighed as she tried to make her boyfriend more comfortable, "How long do you think until you recover?"

"Master Devlin's vampire blood should have him recovered sometime today," Walter answered. "He just has to keep his arm from moving to help speed the process up."

"Thank goodness," Danielle sighed. She looked up at Devlin. "And I found out this morning and not when he got here?"

"Let's just say that he was making a lot of big stains on the carpets," Lobo snickered as he kicked a bucket with a mop in it to the corner of the room. "You wouldn't want to see."

"It was a real mess!" Gillian nodded. "It took hours to scrub out the blood stains and clean up the blood on the floor."

"Hmm," Danielle sighed. She looked up to Devlin before she smiled and stood up. "Then how about this? When you recover, we can go on a date. It can be your apology for not telling me right away."

"I'm the one injured and I have to apologize to you?" Devlin asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"Well, since you didn't tell me and scared me, I feel I deserve something to calm my nerves," Danielle smiled. "A good boyfriend would do that anyway."

"She does have a point, my young partner," Fangula commented.

Devlin frowned. But then his spirit was lifted when he got an idea. "You know what would make me feel better? You dressed as a nurse." He got a slap on the shoulder for that. Unfortunately, it was his wounded one and he began to howl.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry, Devlin!" Danielle apologized.

"What was that for? It was only a joke!" Devlin yelled in pain.

"The wound's opening back up! He needs more bandages!" Miriam hollered.

"Right away!" Gillian saluted.

"Here we go again," Lobo groaned. "If he bleeds over the carpets again, I am not cleaning them back up."

Seras sat at one of the tables in the Treasures of the Sea. She was feeling incredibly nervous as she sat in one of the best outfits she could find. Being a model, she had a LOT of clothes to choose from. Tamashii was out and she asked him to meet her there. She didn't mention it was a date, but she was hoping that if he saw her, he'd get the message.

The door opened at the front with a ring. She glanced idly at who was coming in and gasped slightly in surprise.

Devlin was actually feeling nervous about the little date. Of course, it may have had something to do with what his date was wearing.

Topper had been the culprit when he handed Danielle her new outfit. It was a black strapless dress that came down to her knees and accented her figure nicely. She was wearing a silk shawl over her shoulders with her hair done up in a beautiful ponytail, decorated with a rose. She was also wearing earrings and make-up thanks to Gillian. She didn't look like a teenager anymore, but like a mature young woman.

"Ah, what a handsome couple," Emmanuel smiled as he stepped out into the main room. "So what is the occasion?"

"Well, just a regular date," Devlin shrugged.

"You don't wear a three-piece suit to just any date," Emmanuel retorted.

That was true. Devlin was donned in a black suit that was pitch black, his usual color. He had a black vest over his white shirt and finally a black jacket. His pants were just as black with his shoes.

"True," Devlin nodded. "Still, if you are going to impress a lady then you might as well go all out."

"True," Emmanuel nodded. He stepped closer to the couple and Devlin began to get a bad feeling in his gut from the look in his eye. "I hope you will enjoy your meal here then, since it will be your last."

The lines in Emmanuel's face began to crack and chip, leaving blue sections of skin to appear underneath. Danielle screamed as Devlin plunged his hand in his pocket to grab his Fang Whistle.

Emmanuel quickly faded away to reveal his true form of the Lobster Fangire. As he raised his hands, preparing to lunge, several bullets flew through the air and impacted against his skin.

"Huh?" the Fangire grunted as he turned. Coming out of her booth was Seras with her gun held up and aiming at the Fangire.

"Run, you two!" she cried before firing more bullets at the enemy.

The Lobster Fangire ran and crashed through a window to escape. Seras took one last look at her friends before she dashed out the door after him.

"Hang back just incase," Devlin frowned as he pulled out the Fang Whistle. "You'll know if I need you."

Danielle wanted to argue, but she knew Devlin was right. Fangires were more his territory. Ghosts were more her thing. In this case, Devlin had authority.

Devlin quickly raced out the door while blowing the Fang Whistle, summoning his partner.

The Lobster Fangire fled towards the docks with Seras giving chase, shooting at him with her gun. She was not going to let the thing get away for ruining her phone back at the restaurant or her chance of getting a date with Tamashii there. She was righteously pissed off at this monster. Also, the Fangire had threatened her friends. That itself was unforgivable.

The Lobster Fangire spun around and threw his trident at her, hitting her hands and causing her to lose grip of her weapon as it fell into the water. She was about to get her second gun when she felt the Fangire's cold hands grasping her neck. She started to suffocate as he squeezed her neck. He laughed, "Sorry, my pretty, but I have no use for you." He then hurled her into the water and watched as she sank below. He was ready to leave when he heard the sound of footsteps. Turning around, he saw who it was.

It was the boy.

"You know what really makes me angry?" Devlin asked as he removed his glasses. He answered himself, "When someone I admire happens to be a phony." He rolled up his sleeve.

"A phony? I am the best cook ever!" the Lobster Fangire retorted.

Devlin saw no need to argue. He just called out, "Fangula, let's go!"

Fangula flapped his wings as he flew down from above and around the Fangire's head, annoying the monster while shouting out, "Alright, boy! It's time!" Fangula flew straight into Devlin's open palm before the boy gripped him and pressed the sealed vampire against his exposed arm. Fangula bit down. His Orphenoch markings appeared on his face before the chains appeared and wrapped around his waist and finally created the blood red Fang Belt.

"Henshin!" Devlin called out before attaching Fangula to the belt.

"Wake Up!"

As the chains formed and shattered, Fang was on the attack and charged straight at the surprised Fangire. He started to punch the Fangire rapidly in the chest before kneeing him in the stomach. The Fangire swiped at Fang with his claws but Fang then used an uppercut to send him staggering backwards. The Lobster Fangire decided it was time for a counter attack so he spat his foam at Fang. Fang leapt and rolled out of the way, watching as the foam corroded some of the ground. Fang picked up an empty tin and threw it at the Fangire and watched as his opponent melted the tin with his acidic foam again.

"Acidic too? Now that's going to be a problem!" Fangula shouted out before detaching from the belt. "Now it's my turn for a surprise attack!" He flew straight at the Fangire and began slashing him in the face with his sharp wings. Sparks flew off from the hits before Fangula launched himself at the Fangire again and kicked him in the face with his small feet. The Fangire was disoriented but then felt a powerful kick to the chest that sent him flying into several crates. The Fangire stood back up and looked to the skies. His skin was starting to crack from the force of the blow. He knew that this battle was going to go bad very soon. He didn't have the element of surprise now and he had obviously recovered from the last attack. There was only one option left. The Lobster Fangire's breathing became haggard as he created an orb of life energy.

"My brethren..." the Lobster Fangire said hoarsely. "Take this…please…" The orb began to float into the air before flying off like comet.

"What was that?" Fang asked.

"Worry about that later! First we need to finish him off!" Fangula insisted. Fang agreed and charged at the Fangire to deal a finishing blow but then watched in shock as the Fangire's body shattered on its own. There wasn't even a soul rising up into the air. There was just a pile of crystalline shards laying on the ground in a pile.

"Huh?" Fang reacted in confusion. "What happened?"

Fangula sighed sadly, "I guess it was so busy storing energy it forgot to actually feed." Of course, the Fangire's sudden death was the least of their worries.

Back at the restaurant, the orb of life energy floated over the 5 coffins and started to distribute its energy into them. The coffin lids then swung open before shards of glass started to fly out and around the orb before flying out the open windows. The shards of glass began to bond together, creating something…Big…

Tamashii's Ryuugan immediately reacted and his eyes widened in horror. "No…way…" He quickly ran towards the source of the trouble, hoping he wouldn't be too late.

Fang stood, stunned and horrified as the giant creature floated towards them. It had come from the restaurant where Emmanuel used as his base to collect life energy. In terms of appearance, it looked like a giant blue and black floating chandelier. Of course, chandeliers normally didn't have long skeletal arms and claws or long necks with roaring demonic skeletal faces attached to them. This was no longer a simple Fangire, but a gigantic monster known as a Sabbat

"Oh…crap," Fang uttered as the gigantic Sabbat's eyes were focused on him before it tried to strike him down with its claws. Fang was able to avoid the giant claws before the Sabbat started firing at him with energy blasts. He managed to avoid them before getting vaporized and went to take cover by a warehouse. "How am I supposed to beat something like that?" Fang questioned.

Fangula knew the answer and spoke, "Time to call in the big guns." Through their current link, Fangula instructed Fang to grip the whistle that had a draconic design before pulling it out of its slot. He then placed the whistle between Fangula's lips. The small sealed vampire flew off the belt and blew.

Back at Fang Manor, all the residents were watching the news report in the living room on the large television.

"As you can see, a giant monster has appeared right above the docks. It would only be a matter of time before it attacks Amity Park. We urge you all to evacuate immediately!" Tiffany Snow reported.

"Oh dear!" Miriam gasped. "Devlin's out there!"

"Don't worry, Miriam," Walter said reassuringly. "He'll be alright. Fangula is with him."

Topper smirked as he heard the whistle's tune in his ear, "And he's about to get help." A black aura began to surround his body and he unleashed a roar. The aura around him formed a pair of black dragon wings, which caused Miriam to scream in shock. Topper removed his hat, a feral gleam in his eyes as he took something out from his top hat. It was a snow globe and inside was a castle. "Time for me to show my true self!" At once, Topper ran out the door and tossed the snow globe into the air as he turned into black energy before being sucked into the snow globe. The snow globe glowed with dark energy and then flew like a comet.

As the Sabbat focused its attacks on Fang, the Rider saw another large shape coming. "What now?"

"Help," Fangula stated as the other large thing came into view.

Fang's eyes widened behind his visor, "Woah…"

It was a large four-legged dragon, a good 50 feet in height, with black scales, a long neck, frills on both sides of its head and a single horn on its head. What set this dragon apart from others of its species was the immense castle made of dark stone that covered its entire body like armor with a tall castle tower at each corner. Between the two towers in the front was a clock tower. Tall stained glass windows decorated the sides of the dragon/castle hybrid. On its ankles it wore golden spiked bracelets. The dragon had razor sharp teeth and spikes along its neck. The wings seemed too small compared to the rest of its body but were still able to support its immense weight. What caught Fang's attention, were the eyes. One was blue while the other was grey.

"Topper!" Fang managed to gasp out. Fangula chuckled in amusement.

The dragon unleashed a loud roar as it rammed into the chandelier shaped Sabbat. They wrestled in the air but the Sabbat proved to be the stronger one as it hurled the dragon into the water. There was massive splash before the dragon started to sink.

"What?" Fang yelled out. "That's it?" After calling a giant dragon for help, it ended up being weak.

"Wait for it," Fangula said as he watched a smaller shape rise up from the water. "Oi, Mini-Dragoon! We need help! Don't be shy! Come here!"

The smaller shape was revealed to be a smaller red dragon which was about 15 feet tall. The dragon had only two legs with wings and frills on both sides of its head along with a tiny horn on the snout. Its neck was long. It looked like a wyvern. It too wore armor similar to the larger dragon but it was in the shape of a windmill. The blades spun as it started to rise up from the water.

The red wyvern, which Fangula had affectionately called Mini-Dragoon, flew over towards Fang. Fang leapt up grabbed onto one of its legs as it flew towards the Sabbat. Just as they were about to reach it, the previous black dragon castle rose back out from the water, shaking off the water with a growl. Fang leapt onto the Great Dragoon's clock tower before Mini-Dragoon perched itself upon the larger dragon's back.

"My Lords," Topper's voice came from the Great Dragoon. "It is an honor to fight by your side."

"I want answers, right after this," Fang said, not in the mood to joke.

"Very well," Topper's voice replied.

The larger black dragon let out a growl as it felt its power returning, signified by the soft glow emanating from its castle armor's windows and its growing wingspan, now looking appropriately proportional to the rest of its body. The huge black dragon unleashed a roar, which was a challenge issued towards the Sabbat.

It was going down.

"Alright, Great Dragoon!" Fangula cheered. "Let's bring this thing down!"

The dragon complied and started firing fireballs from its mouth. The Sabbat countered by sending out energy blasts but they didn't seem as effective as before against the Great Dragoon. A few were even blown back to smash into the Sabbat. The dragon didn't let up and continued to rain fireballs on its opponent. Mini-Dragoon also shot fireballs.

Fang jumped off from the clock tower, ran along the neck before he stood upon the dragon's head and got into a pose before he leapt off and got into position in front of the dragon's mouth. The Great Dragoon then launched the Rider at the Sabbat.

Engulfed in the Great Dragoon's flames the Rider rocketed towards the Sabbat with the chains on his right boot shattering, revealing the hidden bat wings.

"DARK MOON BREAK!"

With the power of his armor and the additional power of the Great Dragoon, he smashed right through the Sabbat. And when I meant through, I meant he exited through the back before landing on top of the roof of a warehouse. He looked up and watched as the Sabbat started to combust before its giant body shattered, revealing the 6 disembodied souls of the Fangires that made it. Instead of Fangula going after them, Mini-Dragoon and the Great Dragoon were the ones to devour them.

Seras returned to the café, wet as a dog. Chiaki was the first to say something. "Seras-chan, what happened?"

"Oh, I just decided to take a swim," Seras spoke, a little cynically.

"In your clothes?" Chiaki inquired.

Seras went towards the stairs which led to their rooms. "I'm going to go change, okay?"

As Seras entered her room, she couldn't shake off the feeling. She'd just discovered a terrible, and yet amazing secret of a friend of hers…

She had managed to swim back to the docks to watch Fang and the Fangire battle it out, and also saw the giant dragon and Fangire fighting each other in mid-air.

Of course, they were nothing compared to her recent discovery.

"I don't believe it…" Seras breathed out, "Devlin…is Fang."

A/N: I'd like to thank Ten-Faced Paladin, Shadow Element 13 and Zombi 138 for their additions. Anyway, here's an extra OMAKE for you.

Why Dash Hates Devlin

Dash was sulking. Why? Well, ever since 'Fentoad' had fought him back and won, Dash had lost nearly all respect in Casper High. Sure he could still beat up another geek or two, but he could hear whispers of how 'Fenton totally owned him' or how 'buff Fenton had become'. It irked Dash to the bone. Fenton was supposed to be a scrawny little kid and stay a scrawny little kid! He was supposed to be Dash's punching bag. That was never supposed to change!

Last summer, he heard that Fenton had gone on a trip to Japan.

Dash hated the name of the country since it reminded him of Desmond, one of the first people who stood up to him and won, even beating up some of the other guys. He hated Fenton, and he hated Desmond. The confident smirk and that damn smug look that the goth boy would sport made his blood boil.

And then he heard Desmond's little brother had moved into town.

Grinning, Dash decided to give Devlin a welcoming present.

Devlin was chatting with a few girls at his locker. They had approached him for some beauty advice which he would happily give. Of course, he would often add that the girls were already beautiful but they still wanted his advice, and be on his list of clients. After he'd fixed Paulina's makeup a few days ago, Devlin had gotten social recognition in Casper High and was even offered a place at the A-List table.

He declined, of course, as politely as he could but he would never refuse doing Paulina's makeup. She was pretty and Devlin liked pretty girls.

Suddenly, a hand roughly grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the locker. The girls all gasped and backed away in fear as they saw Dash, angrily looking at Devlin. Devlin wasn't really afraid of Dash. He remembered his brother telling him about the jock. He was all brawn and nearly no brains. Easy.

"You had this coming, Amakusa! Blame this on your brother!" Dash pulled back a fist but then Devlin grabbed onto the wristof the hand that was grabbing him and squeezed with his thumb and pointing finger.

Dash then started to feel a shock from his arm and let go. Devlin then slid down to the ground and fixed his collar.

"What my brother did, Baxter, was self-defence," Devlin spoke. "And what you are doing right now is assault. You know there are laws against it, right?"

Dash didn't care to listen and began to throw his fist but Devlin put his hands in his pockets and dodged the punches. He ducked, sidestepped, and leaned back as the fists came flying at him. His failure to hit his target just served to make Dash angrier.

"Stand still!" Dash roared.

"Do I look as stupid as you?" Devlin quipped, only serving to make Dash angrier. He then twirled around and Dash's fist continued to fly…right towards an innocent girl. The girl squeaked in fear and held her arms up and closed her eyes, hoping the impact wouldn't hurt as much as some of Dash's victims said.

Dash was in too much of a rage to care. He just wanted to hit something and if someone got in the way then he could blame Devlin. He was practically a god in the hallways so no one was going to question him. Not with his buddies backing him up. His punch suddenly stopped as he felt someone grab his fist before it hit the girl. The lady in question opened her eyes to see that Devlin had grabbed it.

"But, I shall not permit a beautiful face to be marred so violently," Devlin stated, coldly. Dash's eyes widened as he saw Desmond in place of Devlin for a second before he growled.

"YOU'RE MINE!" Dash roared, preparing to grab Devlin. This time, Devlin didn't run and gripped his fists and then as quick as a flash planted nerve blows on Dash's body. As soon as he was done 'tapping' Dash's body, the bully fell, completely paralysed.

"My brother taught me about nerve blows, Baxter!" Devlin said. "I don't have to use force to bring you, or anyone down!" Devlin added, "I would've used pepper spray but I think this is more fitting." He smirked down on Dash.

Since that day, Dash Baxter has hated Devlin Amakusa.

Now, info time:

The Great Dragoon is Topper's true form, which is a large four-legged black dragon that is about 50 feet tall wearing a castle as armor and possesses a massive amount of fire power. Of course, in this form he isn't at full power unless he is joined by Mini-Dragoon, a smaller, 15 foot tall red wyvern wearing a windmill as armor who allows him to fight with all his strength. His main form of offence is in the form of fireballs. Like Fangula, The Great Dragoon can also devour and seal Fangire souls. He is only allowed to assume this form when summoned by the Dragoon Whistle. Mini-Dragoon is also the true form of his top hat.