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Outside, the rain keeps pouring down and huge flashes of lightning break the darkness, followed by deep, rumbling thunder which shakes the region. A shadowy figure approaches the gate of the mansion and slowly opens it. It walks to the mansion and looks around, then proceeds to the side window. A moment later, the window is open and the figure silently drops in.

It walks forward through the thick blackness, and stops...head jerking upwards. Voices drift downward to its ears, followed by low, vicious growls. It turns to the staircase and climbs up, and stops at the top...looking at the scene in front.

A door somewhere in front slams shut, and growls and yelps fill the air. There is a flurry of activity, and then a voice booms out.


___V___: Come...get some!


Rapid gunshots echo throughout the night, and the yelps turn to moans. When the gunshots stop, the figure walks forward. ___V___ puts his guns back...and is suddenly aware of a figure in front of him. Sensing danger, he grabs his guns again.


Figure: You have become good. Real good. Do you think I will be better?

___V___ (taking hands off guns): How the hell did you make it to here?

Figure: You left me a message at the hotel remember? I followed the route the stagecoach was taking and presto!

___V___: And not a second too soon...not that I need your help in this though.

Figure: Everyone needs help sometime or the other, bud. No matter how good you are.

___V___: Its the virus. It is eating me up inside but has given me extra sharp senses and other abilities.

Figure: Lets hope that you live through this.

___V___: Or die. Either way, good to see you, Disease.


Disease smiles back, and looks around. The bodies of the slain werewolves dot the entire corridor where the staircase has opened. He peers at something in the darkness and just then, a sudden yell breaks the silence.


Hammerfan: HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!


___V___ and Disease quickly turn towards the door behind ___V___.


___V___: Its Hammerfan. Quick!


Both men race into the room, just in time to see the door on the other side slam shut and a keylock fall back into place.


___V___ (with clenched fists): He's got her!!


Something red crawls on the ceiling above the two men, and a loud, maniacal laughter reverberates everywhere.


HA!HA!HA!HA!HA!HA!HA!HA!HA!HA!HA!HA!HA!HA!HA!HA!HA !HA!HA!HA!HA!HA!HA!HA!HA!