Having already graduated from school, Jason walked around the skating park during the early afternoon while all the kids were still attending classes. He had yet to decide what he was going to do after he had graduated, he was trying to make up his mind but with Master Vile and his minions still on Earth he had decided to put any further education off for the time being. He had found it rather surprising that Angel had been sitting at an ice cream parlor an hour before and had awkwardly asked her if she wanted to go skating. When she had said she would be delighted to he had near leaped into the air with joy. He had raced home, grabbed his roller blades and skateboard and ran off to the skate park near the regular park next to the baseball diamond. Angel had arrived a little after him, a pair of roller blades slung over her shoulder and an ice cream cone in her hand.
"Where's your watch dog nowadays?" Jason teased.
"Either in the council building or stinking up my living room." Angel said back.
"What's he doing in the council building?" Jason asked.
"Bothering the council, they threw him out the day before last." Angel replied. "Even they are getting sick of him."
They sort of took turns with the ice cream cone, handing it back and forth for a while before Angel shook her hand and said she was finished with it. As she slipped the roller blades she had brought along with her on her feet she glanced up at the tall nineteen year old who had asked her if she wanted to go for an outing at the skating park. Jason was a burly young man, he'd grow into a fine big man but despite his bigness he had a good gentle look in his eyes. He had short, cropped dark hair and gentle dark eyes, he was wearing a red t-shirt with blue jeans and brown boots, there was a red band around his head. As soon as her blades were on Angel took off. She jumped over the railing of the stairs, over the stairs then jumped over a trash can and never fell down. Jason admired that, he had jumped the stairs only and had fallen on his rump then had attempted to show off by jumping over the trash can only to, again, fall on his rear. They roller bladed for a while, Angel looked as if she was having fun, then General Faulk drove up in his 1994 Ford Explorer 4 Dr XL 4WD SUV and messed it all up. As soon as he opened his door, which was covered in dried mud, and stepped out the mood changed.
"Been looking for you missy." General Faulk said as he walked up.
"And what, pray tell, have you been looking for me for?" Angel growled.
"We have noticed that your father and grandfather had not been seen in quite a while." General Faulk replied.
"Yeah and?" Angel had sat down on the concrete, she slid the skates from her feet and was currently reaching for her light brown suede Tricker's Langston Wingtip boots.
"A truck has broken down outside of the shield, the driver refuses to get out of the cab." General Faulk said. "We need your help to get the stock in the truck."
"What is the truck carrying?" Angel asked.
"Medication for the hospital." General Faulk replied.
Jason was allowed to come with Angel and General Faulk, much to the General's chagrin on the issue of having a teenager with him. Angel and Jason threw their skates into the back of the SUV then hooked their seat belts on tight. General Faulk drove pretty recklessly, Angel found herself gripped her seat, her nails actually dug into the cushion. The General's vehicle was covered in dried mud from the grill on back to the passenger doors, the windows were even smeared with dried mud. The seats were shaky with pieces of duck tape on the cushions. When they reached the shield General Faulk slammed his foot down on the gas pedal, they zoomed through their side of the shield going 80 MPH.
"Dude!" Jason yelled. "Slow down maniac!"
"Time is pressing young man." General Faulk said back.
"Sure and yet you drive like this all of the time." Angel hiccupped. "And call me the dangerous driver."
"And you are, especially with that Gah- whatchamacallit vehicle of yours." General Faulk replied.
"Me and the Gamma WTXZ put you and this vehicle to shame!" Angel exclaimed. "Actually, me and any vehicle put you and this vehicle to shame."
It didn't take long for Jason to figure out that it was all a ruse, all he had to see was that there was no truck in the road waiting for them and seeing General Faulk swing his fist at Angel's face. Jason unhooked his belt and went to grab the General but by the time he was leaned forward General Faulk already had Angel's door open and was pushing her out, he was still doing 80 and when Angel dropped to the ground she rolled head over heels once before her body stretched out, she rolled several times before coming to a stop. General Faulk punched his foot into the gas pedal and left her in a cloud of dust, Jason swung his fist and it collided with the back of the General's head. General Faulk had just time to yell wait before Jason opened the passenger side door and jumped out. Jason ran to Angel quickly and helped her to her feet.
"Are you okay?" Jason asked.
"Never trust the four star General's!" Angel exclaimed, there were two trails of blood running from her nose.
"Do we go back?" Jason asked.
"We'd better do so quick because here's comes the cavalry!" Angel started running.
Master Vile tore across the desert, really a bleak sandy and rocky area about five miles wide in both directions, on Gasha as soon as he saw his daughter. His cunning had paid off, he had noticed the white-haired human male that had problems with his daughter, he had seen them fighting near the park twice then again three more times near the lake. He had gestured for the man to come to the shield for a chat one day which he had after Master Vile had motioned for him to come forward for a full five minutes.
"Seems you are having problems with my daughter." he had said when the man had walked up.
"You can say that again!" the man had replied.
"What say I take care of that little problem for you?" Master Vile had proposed. "Bring her to me and I'll take her from this planet."
"Ahhhh now I cannot do that!" the man had waved him off then turned to walk away.
"I'll take her away and I will leave myself." Master Vile had said, the last portion had gotten the man's attention. "You will never see my or her face again."
"And the others?" the man had asked. "What about them other monsters?"
"They go by my orders, they will leave as well." Master Vile had answered.
The man had talked with him for a full ten minutes, he had been unsure of Master Vile but in the end he had come through. But he had had to do a little something extra to get the man on his side, he had paid him a good lump sum of cash in order for him to deposit his daughter a ways from the shield, in total it was just under a hundred thousand in his money but under a thirty-five thousand in the humans money. Regardless of his bargain with the human, he still had plans for Earth. He had no intention of letting the planet get away, it was his. He had conquered it and he would rule it. His plan with the human about his daughter had paid off, his daughter was right where he wanted her, he hadn't wanted the teenager to be along as it would not look pretty, this time he was the predator while his daughter was the prey. With a swift kick, he sent the half-tamed stallion running full blast down the hill. His daughter and the teenager were already racing for the shield. The race was on, it was just him and his daughter and an unwelcome teenage boy.
Angel and Jason had ran a long ways, both sweated and breathing hard, when Angel slid to stop and turned around. She placed her fingers on the corners of her mouth and blew a whistle. Her father was really pumping the stallion to go faster and when he had seen her stop and turn he had kicked him hard. When Gasha heard Angel's whistle his ears, which had been layed flat against his head, pricked forward. Jason ran back to Angel and tried to get her to run, instead she sent out the whistle again. When Gasha heard it he stopped, he didn't slow down and stop but he slid to a stop with such force that Master Vile flew forward in the saddle, Master Vile found himself on the stallion's neck, his groin throbbing in pain for it had slammed against the saddle horn when he had been thrust forward. Angel whistled again and Gasha went skyward, rearing to his full height of fifteen hands. He twisted and turned his head hard, the reins were pulled from Master Vile's hands then he bucked hard until Master Vile went flying in the air. Free of Angel's father, Gasha ran forward at a canter. When he got to Angel he was prancing, Angel patted his nose then swung aboard. She grabbed Jason's hand and pulled him up behind her. She gently nudged Gasha into a run and they went the rest of the way to the shield. Angel pulled her crystal, which was hanging from a new gold chain, and said one word. Dione suddenly appeared near some bleachers at the baseball diamond.
"You called my dear." Dione said.
"We seem to have a traitor in our midst." Angel replied. "General Faulk tried to hand me over to my father."
"What happened to your face, dear?" Dione asked, the whole lower portion of Angel's face was nothing but caked blood.
"General Faulk punched her pretty hard." Jason spoke up. "Then he threw her out of his vehicle and left her."
"What do you want me to do?" Dione asked. "After seeing what he's done to your face, I'm willing to do a little something as pay back for you."
"We're heading to my apartment, but I think he will be heading to the council building." Angel said.
"He'll be saying Angel tried to hand him over and beat him up." Jason said.
"Can you intercept him and teach him a little lesson?" Angel asked. "Dione Style?"
General Faulk felt no shame for what he had done, in his eye he had done the planet, and humanity, a favor by handing the half-breed over. She had been useful in getting the planet back for them from her father but now that every place was secure and shielded up and safe he saw that she wasn't needed anymore. She simply, now, was a burden. Someone taking up space, a freak among the pure bloods and an ugly duckling in the pond full of beautiful swans. He hadn't intended on handing her over as fast as he had just done so, he had wanted to wait a short while then frame her up to look like a no gooder. Then Master Vile, the girl's father, had come in saying that he'd take her and leave, would even go away himself and take the monsters with him, and he couldn't resist the opportunity he had been given. He had milked the alien-man, waiting his chance, then had pounced saying he'd do it for cash. He had been thrown a leather sack of thirty-five thousand dollars which he had put into his son's bank account. He hadn't wanted the money for himself, it was for his son. He wanted his son to go to college, get away from Cindy Blake and go into a career in the military like he had been grooming him for since he was five. Now that his son had the money he had a good shot of doing all of that. General Faulk had offered Cindy Blake to Master Vile as well, saying it was a personal favor of his and that surely the warlord would want a wife from Earth. Master Vile had said no, that he plainly wanted his daughter and no other woman. He had even declined when the General had offered Cindy Blake for his father, knowing that Cindy and KurukVile had had an encounter, but again he had been denied. He was okay with this, somewhat, he was sure that his son would leave Cindy here soon anyways.
As he drove his car down the road he thought that he should head to the apartment that the half-breed had lived in. He thought he should go and torch the building up, destroying all of the things that Angel Irene would not need anymore. When he got to the road that branched off, heading in the direction of the apartment, he decided to do the apartment torching later on. First he had to go to the council building in the center of Angel Grove and give the false proof he had that Angel Irene was trouble. He had worked hard to think up the false allegations, first off he had written that the half-breed had called her father by wrongfully tampering with the Earth's climate, then had been acting on his behalf to get the planet in his hands. Next he had written that she had only been working with Earth's people for her own accord, this was basically a test by her father, he had written, and that if she passed it her father would give her the planet Earth to rule over. It was a good plan, a good idea! Next he had also written about her stealing the vehicle, that ugly big thing that she drove, from a prominent family on her father's home planet and was wanted there for grand theft. It was enough to make everyone's mouth's open wide in shock and it was enough to make everyone's opinion on Angel Irene change fully.
He drove into town, a deep frown on his face but still thinking hard. He had not liked Angel Irene the moment he had seen her. He did not like being second-in-command, in his eyes he was a four-star general and should have been leading the fighting from the get-go. Instead he had found himself being Angel Irene's second-in-command after her former second-in-command had been captured and killed, General Riley, a three-star general. Sure, he had helped her all he could but he had hated every minute of it. He hated how confident she was, how smart she was, how powerful she was and he hated how old she was. In his mind's eye, a human should never live over eighty years and Angel Irene had lived far over that. No, he didn't care about what happened to the half-breed, he didn't care if she and her father bred and had offspring or if she was beat within a half-inch of her life. All he cared about was that with her gone Earth and its people would return the way it was before she was even known to exist. In all it took him an hour and a half to drive before the council building loomed up ahead. He pulled into the parking lot, parked his car and grabbed the folder with his notes of false information. He walked into the building, not saying hello to anyone, he simply walked into the building, went to the elevator and pressed the number 4. When the elevator stopped he got out and went down the hallway before stopping at the Mayor's office. He went to knock on the door, before his knuckle met it the door opened. He went in without a second thought of why the door had opened on its own, he figured someone was already in the room, the Mayor's secretary perhaps, and had simply opened the door before heading off to finish whatever work was needed to be done.
"Mayor!" he said loudly when he entered. "I have damning information on Angel Irene! It'll pop your friggin' eyes from your face the way it did mine!"
There was no secretary in the room, the swivel chair in front of the desk was turned so that the back was facing him. He slid the folder across the desk, it bounced off of a fake Fern, then he waited for the Mayor to turn and look at it. It took a few minutes but finally the chair slid around and he stared, in shock, into the face of one who could pass off as Master Vile, only this one looked female. The being in front of him, when she stood, reached about six-foot one maybe two inches in height, she was wearing a long flowing, but tight, maroon dress that had black ties and bows on it. When she walked around the desk he took note the maroon colored high heels which had bows on the sides. The being had ears like Master Vile, only slender and feminine in origin, she had no earrings in them. Her face was gentle and smooth and for some reason looking at her made him feel giddy. He saw that the left side of her face was light blue while the other side was yellow, her lips were lipsticked the opposite colors of her face and that was unique he thought. She had white eyeshadow on her eyelids and black mascara around her glowing white eyes that had tiny black pupils in them. Her hair was long, almost touching the floor of the room they were in, and was a deep purple with gray and white mixed in that gave her a more exotic look. When she touched the folder he saw that she had long maroon colored fingernails with lightning bolts on the top.
"My, you humans sure do get more handsome as you age." the being said, she cupped his chin between her fingers.
"My, the Vile family has some lovely ladies in it." General Faulk smiled, he detected a scent of perfume and that made him feel more giddy.
The next twenty minutes made General Faulk feel like he was on top of the world. The being in front of him slid the top of her dress down exposing some right impressive breasts then had wrapped him up in a hug, all the while giving him some of the best kisses he had ever had in his life. He found himself going low quick, first kissing the being from where the neck met the head to the collar-bone then trailing his tongue down to a dark blue colored nipple. The being had held him tight, moaning as he sucked then had grabbed his hand and shoved it between her legs. With a swift motion of his arm, he had swiped all of the items from the desk and thrown her on it but before he had a chance of pulled her dress up she slid from the table. She had his pants off of him in nothing flat and was bringing him inside of her mouth before he had time to get ready. While she sucked on his root he thrusted, his left hand held firmly behind the female being's head.
"Where in the world does Vile find his women!" he shouted as she played with his balls. "You must be one of his brides."
He had no control after she had pulled his nuts down, she slurped both of them then sucked on each separately before sliding her tongue up and down his shaft. He was now leaning against the desk, his hands clasped around the edge of the desk's top and his head thrown back. He felt himself climax in a violent fashion then felt the woman pull away, when he looked down he saw that she was looking up at him. He was about to apologise when she started speaking to him.
"I am not Vile's bride." she said to him. "I am his sister and you're worst nightmare."
He howled at the ceiling when he felt it, the female being had opened her mouth to expose two sets of fangs, one set on the top teeth and another set on the bottom. The next thing he knew was that she had clamped her jaws on his cock, tearing it off and spitting it out, it flopped on the carpet as if it was a piece of rubber. His blood spewed everywhere, he dropped to his knees and crawled, hoping to get to the door and call for help. A hand encircled his ankle and pulled him back, a heeled foot kicked him so hard that he flipped onto his back. He had time to howl once more before the female being sliced his stomach open with her long maroon colored fingernails with the lighting bolts on top. The last thing he heard before he took his last breath was the female being telling him that he should not of messed around with her great-great granddaughter.
It was all over the news about General Faulk's murder, in the papers the murderer was claimed to be a maniac and that the General had been found with some papers from Washington which had been forged, claiming him as guardian of Angel Irene. Washington did all they could to distance itself from General Faulk, William "Billy" Faulk even denounced him as his father. When William "Billy" Faulk found thirty-five thousand dollars in his bank account he had sent it off to a fund raiser, knowing well that his father had been the one to put the money in the account. William and Cindy married soon after General Faulk's burial and a week later Cindy was declared pregnant with their first child. Not a soul knew the truth about what had happened to General Faulk, that was, except for Angel Irene. Angel knew who the killer was but she had no idea what had happened and she kept her mouth shut tight.
Angel had her hands full with Gasha, the stallion was rowdy and would send up a ruckus as soon as she left the shed that she had made into a stall for the horse. She would groom him for hours, and would take note the scars on his sides and the fresh scars on his back, neck and legs. She felt fresh anger towards her father, she was glad that the stallion hadn't been gelded or killed but from the looks of the scars on him her father had done worse than gelding or killing the animal. He had tried to destroy his spirit, and luckily the formerly wild horse, still a stallion and a magnificent one at that, had plenty of spirit in him. Although the rangers were her constant visitors, she spent a good lot of time grooming and tending her horse. One day she found scar tissue inside the mouth of Gasha and she near blew a fuse. By the time a month was over Gasha was as shined up and pretty as ever, with the badges of honor on his body glistening bright in the sunlight.
Although things were good inside of the shield, things were far from good on the side that Master Vile and his family were on. Dara Dara was the first of Master Vile's siblings to recover, she was walking around trying to assist in any way she could after two weeks of bedrest. Triskull was lifting weights with the arm that had been chopped off, his strength was returning and both he and KurukVile were glad for that. Master Vile's mood was given a lift after Rito, his son, got up out of bed. He was still a bit weak but getting along well. Master Vile had positioned more monsters around the shield, they were attacking it around the hour trying to get in with no luck so far.
"We have done nothing but sit here scratching our heads!" KurukVile roared. "It's time we upped the anti on that shield."
"Are there any monsters inside of the shield that could find a way to get it down?" Irka asked. "Vile?"
"Blue Globber was inside of the shield at one time," Master Vile replied. "wherever and whatever he is doing is beyond me."
"Have you any contact with him?" Dara Dara asked.
"N..."
Master Vile was at a late lunch with his family, all were sitting outside in the blazing desert sun eating roasted snake sandwiches, moldy grilled cheese sandwiches and slabs of meat which KurukVile had butchered from a species of Antelope he had hunted and killed that morning. Master Vile had a glass of bubbling blue liquid up to his lips when a sound of pebbles being crunched got his attention. He turned around and saw Blue Globber, the monster he had ordered to stay in Angel Grove after Angel had left the States. He had given Globber three vials of blue liquid to take to make him human, so he wouldn't be noticed in his true form. The Blue Globber, a near all blue monster with a gold head, a few gold medals on his chest and a gold jockey, looked a mess. He had wounds that looked as if they had been closed at one time then opened again only to heal and be re-opened on his front. As soon as he saw his creation, which he had spat up some years ago in the form of an egg, Master Vile stood up. Blue Globber, or plain Globber as he called him, walked forward with a slight limp.
"Her magic on the shield cancels it out." Globber said to his master. "I noticed when she used a fire attack on me, I got out only because the shield where I was was canceled."
"That's a start." Irka said.
"So make her use her magic and the shield goes out." Dara Dara mused. "Shoot, that is taught at Pronghorn! If it's a red shield that is placed up, the only way it can be canceled out is if the creator uses his or her magic against it."
"It's been several weeks since you have been in the shield what has taken you so long to get back here to tell us?" Master Vile demanded.
In response, Globber turned around. His blue back was nothing but a crusted mess and it was still smoking. When he turned around he said he had to hole up in a cave to heal up before coming to see Master Vile and tell him his findings. Master Vile nodded his head then sent the monster off. When Globber was gone Master Vile sat back at the table and went back to his roasted snake sandwich.
"That doesn't help much." Rito said after taking two bites from his sandwich. "I mean, we can't get in the shield so how can we get her to attack it if we are on the other side?"
"It gives us an idea of what we can do though." Irka said.
"Pop." Master Vile said, he had dismantled his roasted snake sandwich.
"Son." KurukVile replied, he didn't look up from his Antelope meat.
"I have noticed that animals can get into the shield easy." Master Vile said. "Would you by any chance have any packs of hunting canines like you did when I was a pup?"
"Did an upgrade some years ago," KurukVile answered, he looked up slowly. "have a pack of Velines now."
"The most advanced hunting canine on Gamma-Vile?" Rita had her hand almost up to her mouth.
"And the most deadly and proficient." KurukVile nodded his head. "Why do you ask, Son?"
"Let me borrow four." Master Vile stood up.