*Otty leaves his sanity here* :O

Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Where's the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and turn and dream
of what I need ...
~Bonnie Tyler (Holding out for a hero)

O: Usually when I toss and turn at night what I need is chocolate ...
T: I usually just need to kick someone's *Otty stops Teddy*
O: Cow. I'm sure you meant to say cow ...
T: Whatever ... let's end this.

Clearly the situation had reached what in some circles would appropriately be called a snafu (can I say that here?) and the whole thing had become something synonymous with a word rhyming with food bar. Normally this mean finding the nearest exit but this was a favor, a very important favor and it was likely going to get him killed. And the worst part was he wasn't even fond of this Ottery kid, he'd heard so many things about. But some favors could simply not be ignored anymore than some loves and blood debts were by nature bloody. Still a vampires nest. Honestly, lately life had really been wanting to kick him in the tenders. This just wasn't fair.
So there was a werewolf running around the castle, someone was slaying vampires, and Ottery and his sidekick were about to get turned. Was this the eleventh hour? It sure as heck felt like it. But would it be too soon to act.
"Only in gravest circumstance ..."
But Ottery was famed for his grave circumstances, everyone knew he lived on that edge. He sighed he would wait to play his hand, as he watched from the shadows, perhaps now was too soon.



It's a heartache
Nothing but a heartache

Hits you when it's too late
Hits you when you're down
It's a fool's game

Nothing but a fool's game
~Bonnie Tyler (It's a Heartache)

The age old battle of werewolf and vampire played out in front of Tiffany. The potion that Angel had drunk had transformed him from a skinny little kid into a large hairy two legged monster, shaggy and angry, he had become a creature of pure instinct. The overriding instinct like that of the wolf one of undying respect, affection and loyalty to the alpha of the pack in this case the pretty girl standing next to him. In a room where he, Tiffany and a bunch of vampires stood, blades drawn and pretty foppish clothes from different eras, it was easy to see that the other poor suckers never stood a chance.
“You’ll never escape alive.” the dandiest of the vampires dressed like an old Hollywood movie mogul exclaimed, adjusting his cravat.
“Now that our master has found his prey, and has him exactly where he wants him, there’s no use for the rest of you,” a flapper vampire remarked.
“Which means we get to feast on your blood,” added an elegantly dressed cowboy vampire. He spun his six shooter on his finger. “Yes. I’ve got silver bullets, werewolf.”
Tiffany merely smiled, scratching the werewolf’s head behind his ears. “Angel, strike!” She exclaimed.
Bullets flying missed the werewolf as he jumped and loped across the bedroom with reflexes as quick as those of the vampires. Tiffany ducked and picked up her weapon.
Crossbow in hand, quarrel still in the weapon unfired, Tiffany stood back and watched the boy werewolf unleashing his rage. She had meant to lay covering fire for him but Angel needed no cover.
The cowboy vampires guns where the first things to hit the floor clattering. In seconds he was across the room dispatching another vampire with his claws even as they tried to bite him. He snapped swords with his bare paws, unaware of the cuts that barely grazed him, and the bites that the vampires inflicted on him. His claws tore into the prettily dressed creatures, sent blood and assorted organs and body parts as well as slices of silk, ties, finery and clothing flying around the bedroom.
The creature moved swiftly, destroying the vampires leaving piles of dust, blood and death in his wake as Angel cleared the room of anyone but himself and Tiffany.
Finding himself alone with the girl the werewolf boy sat down and howled at the moon seen through parting clouds from behind the large French doors of the bedroom that led to the balcony.
“I love werewolves,” Tiffany remarked scratching the boy behind the ears. “But times run out, we’ve got to find Ottery.” She ran across the room and kicking her trunk open went down the steps into her portable dungeon. Angel moved over but being too large for the door stood at the entrance whimpering. Tiffany was out in a few seconds wearing a red cloak and holding another article of clothing in her hand.
“Smell this boy. Think you can find the scent?” she asked. The werewolf howled in the affirmative.
She pet him and said, "Good boy, c'mon, we've got to find Ottery, and quickly."
He ran out of the bedroom. Tiffany smiled and ran out of the room after the werewolf .


I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life

Elsewhere in the labyrinthine floating rock castle of the dark lord of vampires ...

A stake through the heart, a rosary attached to a pair of gaucho's bolas around a vampires neck, and open flasks of holy water went flying through the hallway and before them all a young boy whose black cloak flew behind him like the wings of swift death leaving only piles of dust where vampires had been standing.

"Where the hell is he going, Ottery‘s in the other direc--? Oh Shhhh!" the boy said as he ducked out of the way of a flying stake, hiding back in the shadows.

“Quien demonios?” He didn’t recognize that boy. Diego had kept an eye on the human guests and the goblins and monsters and elf slaves hiding in the shadows but whoever that boy was in the shadows he was no vampire and he was no one he recognized. Still the human was with them and there could never be any mercy for anyone who dealt with darkness. The world was black and white. Whoever had been hiding in the shadows moved swiftly and with amazing reflexes if he could move from one of Diego’s throws. Cerberus was neither slow or a bad shot, so that could be the only explanation and that was not hubris as the many dead vampires around him proved it. Sooner or later their paths would cross … and a smile flickered on the boy’s face. He would clearly make a worthy opponent.

Cerberus did not arrest his run. Time was well past of the essence, it was all ready too dam late. Every vampire seemed to be standing between him and his dragon. He had not been able to find Ottery’s cure. The team were split up, and everyone who had been so sweetly accommodating suddenly seemed to want to tear out his heart, or sink fangs into whatever major vein they could get closest to.

Essentially things were well past cool, but in war this was always the case, someone was always dying, the last seconds had trickled past, the clock was running down, the bombs were going off, the world was shattering, Armageddon was at the door knocking it down, and all was lost and it was up to him, Diego Cerberus to put it all back to fine. Boy was this getting old.

“Esto de ser super heroe como que ya basta, no?” he thought to himself.

But there wasn't anymore time. He needed the dragon and he needed him NOW! Ottery was as good as dead or rather undead if he didn't get to him before Dracula. Time was run out. Of course the crazy boy’s silly little plan had gone to seed it had been ridiculous and crazy, just like him. Which is why Diego needed to save Ottery, the world needed more of his ridiculous craziness.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” the boy screamed unsheathing his blade, a whispered spell and a slap against the blade turned it into solid silver and Storm Wind glistened like the moonlight hacking and slashing through the hordes of vampires that were trying to stop him.



"Don't you DARE!" Teddy screamed at the wall he was pressed against. "You really don't want to be ticking me off!" Of course this was followed by a set of obscenities regarding the dubious parentage of the assorted vampires, where he would stake them given half a chance, none of them places that would actually kill them, and what they could all do with themselves (and it was not of the picnic on a Sunday variety). More vampires moved to restrain him. There were already ten of them holding him against the wall and still the boy struggled.

"Don't worry Teddy it's all going to be all right ... I mean ... right?" Ottery said, as Evangeline grabbed his hair and held his head back. She dragged him towards the Dark Lord of vampires, kicked him behind his knee and sent him crashing to the floor. “You know normally this isn’t how my dates go …” she stood in front of him and slapped him hard across the face.

“Have some respect Ottery, you’re about to be bestowed the greatest honor a vampire can have. His Dark Lord is going to welcome you to the club of darkest night.”

Ottery wiped the blood away from his mouth. “Yeah, no.” He made to stand up and Evangeline went to push him down. “Sorry witch this isn’t how its supposed to go!” he yelled, “Normally I don’t hit girls but you’re dead,” he slammed a crucifix into her heart and she screamed. Moving with a swiftness that defied description for someone at death’s door Ottery moved to stake Dracula.

“Please,” the vampire said, grabbing hold of the stake he crushed it into a million splinters and slapped the dark haired boy across the room where he slammed into a wall next to Teddy and slid down.

“Ottery what the …” Teddy asked and pushed.

Evangeline screamed and made to rush at him but Dracula’s hand stayed her. He snapped his fingers and two vampires were picking the boy up off the floor.

“I’ve cancelled out your sorcerous little spell Ottery. I never took you for the diabolical type siphoning your powers from someone else,” the count remarked eyeing the boy with interest. “Perhaps there’s more to you than I know. But soon enough when I’ve drunk your blood and you’ve shared mine there will be no secrets between us.”

“I had to stop you. You’ve no business … in this … war,” the boy said, quietly.

“So you created this elaborate ruse to get yourself poisoned to get to me?” the count exclaimed.

“Flatter yourself,” the boy replied to which Evangeline slapped him again. Ottery stuck his tongue out at her and continued. “Finding … finding myself poisoned … I did … the only …thing that made … any sense.”

“You improvised?” the dark lord began to laugh at that.

“Ottery!” Teddy yelled.

“It’s all going to be okay … I’m always … improvising … on the … on the … on … the fly.” The boy said slumping forward.

Two vampires ran over and picked him up, holding his arms back they held his weak form feet firmly planted at his knees. Evangeline walked over again and pulled his head up by his hair.

"You will be all right Ottery, as soon as you drink our master's blood," Evangeline whispered sweetly into his ear.

Dracula pulled back his cloak to reveal a pasty white arm and running a long dark nail across it he cut himself. A thin snaking trickle of thick dark red blood began to run like a river.

"Now drink," Evangeline said shoving his mouth towards the open wound where Dracula's blood seeped out.

"You all ... don't have ...Coke or ... Mountain Dew?" the boy asked struggling to keep his head back with the last of his strength.

The clock struck midnight.

The boy's lips grazed the wrist of the Dark Lord his blood tainting the dark haired boy's lips, and everything happened all at once ...

*Ottery is pondering how mean he is* Do I end it now? Or do I come back and write more later? LOL

Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasy
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There's someone reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder end rising with the heat
It's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet

I'm mean ... LOL


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Riding a dragon is not an easy thing in the craziest of circumstances, but trying to do it while you are holding on to his neck and the creature is using his claws to break through tons of rock makes things a lot more interesting but that is exactly the situation Cerberus found himself in as The-one-with-a-thousand-names or as Ottery had come to call him, Victory Ascendant or just Victor when the situation called for it, tried to make his way to their friend.

"What the devil?" the Dark Lord asked as he lost his footing the floor beneath him rocking. Ottery fell back and Teddy found the opening he had been waiting for.

"Lord, the dragon!" a vampire ran into the hallway screaming. “Its gone insane … burnt a whole squad of goblins into crisps and now its coming here. Trying to bore through the castle.”

"He’s the least of your worries, suck wood you walking bloodsucking piles of dust!" Tiffany screamed as she fired off a wooden quarrel from her crossbow. In a second she was shoving the pointy wooden end of her crossbow through the heart of another vampire even before the first quarrel had flown through the vampire who had just entered the hall.

Above her Angel sprang into the middle of the room his claws finding no purchase on the marble floor he slid a little before he lunged himself at Evangeline who ducked. Dracula slapped the werewolf away like a fly and the wolf crashed in the form of the body of a boy slamming hard against the wall.

Teddy threw everyone off his back, spun around and grabbed the first thing he could get his hands on, a pen in the pocket of a vampire. He stabbed it in the heart, watched as it poured out gushes of blood, kicking him away he pulled at the pocket watch another vampire was wearing used it as a garrote wire twisting it around the neck of another. Still he knew this was little and useless if he didn't get his hands on a weapon and soon. Only a wooden or silver stake could kill a vampire not a pen, and the pocket watch was neither but gold.

"Ah useless jewelry!" he exclaimed shoving the vampire at his friends.

"Teddy!" Tiffany yelled and flung a wand at the boy. It fell in the hands of a vampire who had jumped and grabbed it before the boy could catch it. The floor shook again causing the marble floor to pop up where the dragon was slamming against it. Teddy grabbed the vampires hands and shoved the wand through his heart.

"Keep your hands off my wand you stupid wonker! It's a wooden stick!" He yelled angrily and turned wand in hand. The power emanating from him was considerable.

"What is the meaning of this outrage!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1" Dracula exclaimed, his voice resounding throughout the hallway knocking everyone but Teddy off their feet.

AN: Just between us Miss E (hehehe that sounds cute) me being meaner would have come out more clearly had I actually uh, I don't know ... finished this bloody fic. And it is bloody because a lot of vampires die here ... *sighs* Next post, people start dying. If I kill off characters then I can't write them anymore ...HA! I'm trying sooooooooooooooooooo hard to end this but I just ... can't. Nothing sucks more than a rushed ending and I just ... won't ... rush it. But Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh. I want this fic over so I can get on with the story ... you know? *sighs* Whatever. I'm working on this ending until I die or this story ends ... aaaaaaaaaaargh.