[hider=Part 5] “Well he can’t simply of vanished!” shouted Ace at the man on the other end of the radio “He should be somewhere between those two bloody points in this fucking radius! So don’t stop looking until you’ve found him, as you are obviously being an incompetent twat as usual.” With that he ended the transmission and once more buried his face in his hands, cursing the incompetence of his men. Little did he know that the Slayer in question was deep underground and as such would not be found by their repeated aerial searches, not at least until he once more emerged – though much closer to the count’s castle than they would expect. As several of the men searched the land a pair of them were headed directly to the slayer’s HQ, or so they had been told after making several enquires with those who knew such things. The leader of the pair checked the map they had been given, unsure if they were in the right place. The instructions had lead them to an old industrial estate which was comprised of mainly closed down factories and warehouses, but little else of interest. “You sure this is the right place Bob?” asked the other man, holding his assault rifle in one hand and picking his nose with the other. “Yes Toby, I am sure.” He replied giving him an irritated glance “Think about it, it makes perfect sense. He lives here and has obviously converted one of the buildings or something. You know like out of the way of people and anyone who might bother him?” Toby finished picking his nose and flicked the contents away before saying “Well if you’re sure. I just don’t want the captain to beat the crap out of us again considering he ordered us to look for him near the count’s castle.” The other man resisted the urge to slap his companion and instead snapped at him “Well think of how happy he will be when we tell him we’ve recovered all of the dude’s stuff, captured his house and possibly even found him as well. I know I’d still be at home if I had the choice, it makes sense to look for him here.” The pair continued to bicker in a similar fashion until they reached the building that was marked on the map, it appearing to be a semi-dilapidated manufacturing plant. They both prepared themselves, and rifles in hand they kicked the front door down and rushed in aiming in each direction as they did so. Moving through the building they could see that it had obviously at some point been gutted of any machinery or furniture, with there being only one internal structure left at the opposite end. It was a dry wall office type room that had maybe once served to house the manager or administrator of the factory, and as they reached it they once more prepared to breech through and storm the room. The second that Bob’s foot made contact with the door a signal was sent down the wires that were attached to the pressure sensor, sending an almost instantaneous signal to the large wad of C4 explosives that were attached to various structural key points on the building as well as the door itself. As the building was engulfed in flame and it collapsed inwards on itself a message popped up on the security board at the Slayer’s actual HQ (Many many miles away in a completely different location) which indicated that someone had tried to breach their decoy base and had consequently been blown to kingdom come. There were also several snap shot pictures of them from the moment they breeched the first door to the exact moment they had breeched the second door, with the final picture showing one mercenary in the background picking his nose as the other kicked at the doorway. *** Count Morrison paced back and forth across the throne room, his heavy black cloak billowing after him as he did so. His concerns at the moment were regarding this so called slayer and the knowledge that he had not yet been found, captured and brought to him. It seemed typical to the count that as soon as things were finally going right for him that there was someone looking to mess everything up and likely kill him for no good reason. “and another thing!” continued count Morrison talking to the goblin guard who was stood at the doorway “what is wrong with a world controlled and ruled by vampires? I mean would it be so fucking hard for somebody else to get on board and not constantly fight against us?” As the count asked the question he paused and glared at the goblin guard who gulped before saying “Eh… N-no mi’lord?” “Your damn right it isn’t!” the count said continuing his pacing “Oh! And another thing…” he said before continuing his stream of ranting about what he considered the many ‘injustices against vampirism’ long into the night. As it came close to the day and the count was about to retire to his coffin he turned to the goblin and said “Wait… so still no word on the slayer?” to which the goblin shook his head quickly. “Hmmm…” thought the count out loud “tomorrow evening is the full moon and he still hasn’t shown? He hasn’t been found on any of the trails or anywhere else. His woman is still locked in my dungeon and tomorrow I shall become a god who walks upon this earth unable to be stopped, doing anything and everything I want as the human race cowers in fear at my feat… Fuck yes! Finally something is going to plan. Make sure every single guard is on high alert! Call back those bungling mercenaries and get them here to defend the castle. No more sense in them running around looking for someone who might not even be coming after all.” As he finished speaking the guard bowed low before scampering backwards out of the room, eternally grateful that he did not have to listen to the count’s ravings any longer. As he ran through the corridors passing various other goblins that were stood to attention he shouted that they were on high alert and to spread the word to the others. Most of the goblins ignored him, simply shrugging and murmuring to each other as they had no idea the difference between normal and high alert. The other goblin continued to shout as he made his way up the grand tower towards where the radio station was. As he climbed higher and higher he became quieter and quieter before beginning to pant and puff as he reached the top. Pushing open the wooden door he was greeted by the most horrific sight that he had ever seen in his entire existence. The goblin which operated the radio was hunched over in his chair masturbating furiously as he gazed at an open magazine with his other hand reached behind him doing something which no goblin should ever do to itself. The other goblin’s screams were heard resonating throughout the entire castle, even down in the dungeon where the count’s prisoners were held. The guards outside of Holly’s cell glanced towards the entrance as they heard it, their vampiric hearing recognising it as nothing more than the scream of a goblin and so disregarded it as their usual incompetence. The larger and hairier of the pair grunted and said “I don’t understand why we have to stand here when we have hundreds of those useless creatures which could do this.” The other rolled his eyes as he took out a cigarette and lit it before saying “You answered your own question again you big lug. They are useless and we are not. So that is why the counts wants us here, because apparently there is some slayer on his way who will try and save this chick and stop him from using the crown. Though apparently he was supposed to be here by now so… I don’t know. But unless you want a god to rip the shit out of you and kill you so completely then I suggest you shut the fuck up and stand there.” “Dick…” mumbled the other guard turning away and facing the other direction, and uneasy silence settling between the two. From within the cell Holly was sat leaning against the wall, bored as hell. The new guards outside her cell were not nearly as entertaining as the goblins that had been there before, bickering to a much lesser extent and not being as easy to trick. She closed her eyes again and thought of Jamie, waiting for the moment she knew he would arrive after killing the shit out of everyone who got in his way, before releasing her. From there they could both stop the count and save the world before heading home for some well deserved rest and relaxation, and possibly even a long holiday. The last few days had been pretty terrible, with the count, Abigayus and Eddardwardo all coming at some point to mock her, the count even showing her the tiny dress that she would be forced to wear during his ascension ceremony with an evil laugh at her obvious unhappiness and desire to remove his head from his body. “Hey fuckwads!” she shouted through the door at the guards outside, and after one responded she laughed “Hah you responded” before going on “How about any chance of a drink in here? I’m feeling all dehydrated and stuff.” The only response she received was a pair of laughs as they both chuckled. “When my partner gets here you guys are going to regret everything” she shouted “He is going to kick your…” *** “FUCK!!” shouted Jamie jumping up as his eyes slowly opened, flinging Mr Biddle from his lap where the cat had been asleep. “What fucking time is it??” he shouted frantically gathering his things up before he checked his watch. “Holy fucking FUCK! Its been a whole bloody 25 hours! You said you would wake me up after a few hours you stupid immortal animal!” Mr Biddle hissed slightly before he said “It has been a long time since I could sleep like that, you didn’t wake up either.” Ignoring him Jamie rushed towards the exit to the tunnel and opened it and stepped outside into the cave “Great so instead of having ages to stop him we now have to get there during the day and defeat everyone in a single evening, before the count becomes a vampire god, which is just fucking fantastic really!” From there they made their way through the caverns, which were relatively small compared to the mines before. After a short while they emerged from the cave into the day, though any brightness was obscured by the usual cloud cover which seemed to blight the land in which count Morrison had constructed his castle, almost as if the land knew the great evil which resided within and was adjusting respectively. From the spot they had emerged they clambered up a rocky slope and from there they could see the count’s castle in the distance, the surrounding landscape looking as gloomy and barren. Now that it was in Jamie’s sights his mood became one of determination. “Lets fucking do this Biddle” he said bending over and making sure his shoes were tied tightly. “Its Mister, Mr Biddle” the feline responded correcting him. “Nothing will stop us now” continued Jamie ignoring him. “Over that several mile stretch lies a thick wall made of stone and death, a horde of hideous goblins, vampires, other creatures and a very insane very power hungry vampire lord with the power and means to end all life as we know it – and none of them will stop me from reaching my woman.” As Jamie stopped speaking he sprinted forwards, running as fast as he could across the terrain, dodging a dead tree here and leaping over a jagged rock there. Mr Biddle ran to keep up, the cat being able to surprisingly make pace quite easily as the surroundings blurred by at a rapid speed. The pair ran for almost an hour solid before finally slowing as the castle moved steadily closer, at that point Mr Biddle suddenly froze, his ears and tail twitching. As Jamie turned around to ask him what was wrong suddenly his tail puffed out and he hissed "Something is coming! Hide now." Without hesitation the pair both ran to the nearest place they could each see, though initially Jamie followed Mr Biddle until the feline jumped under a small bush, much to small to hide the human slayer. Without breaking his stride Jamie leapt up the closest tree, which seemed to be mostly dead though there were a few small patches of dark leaves, one of which he climbed into and pulled up his hood. A few moments later he could hear it too, the quiet but discernible sound of a helicopter heading towards them, the noise getting louder and louder. From their hiding places they both watched as a large military chopper flew overhead and directly towards the castle, before hovering above it and then landing precariously on the main keep's roof. After a short while the pair emerged before continuing at a much slower and more cautious pace. "Who could they be I wonder?" asked Mr Biddle, thinking out loud. "Either the vamps have got themselves a helicopter for some reason or I'd guess they've hired themselves some mercenaries. It's pretty coincidental that these guys show up right before the full moon" he replied before adding "unless they are here to attack them or something like that, which would be pleasant but somehow I doubt it." From there they continued to move towards the castle making sure that they wouldn't be seen from any vantage point, and after a few more minutes they reached the impressive but sinister looking walls. After a brief discussion on the best way to get in they agreed, and sneaking around to the side Jamie picked up Mr Biddle in his arms before hesitating and asking "are you sure about this?" Me Biddle wriggled slightly before saying "I'm sure, lets do this. I will see you where I told you to meet me, I'll be at the secret passage providing its still there. I'm sure it will be." With that Jamie took a few steps backwards before launching Mr Biddle with all of his strength up and over the wall of the castle, the sight of a cat soaring through the air being quite an entertaining one. Once that was done Jamie moved around the castle wall before heading to the cliff edge where one side of the castle went further downwards, built slightly into the cliff face, obviously supporting where the dungeon was built below the ground. As he reached the edge he glanced down and saw that the fall was huge, a deep chasm below that stretched out in several directions. As he looked sideways he could see the small ledge that Mr Biddle had mentioned, just out of reach and so narrow that he wouldn't have been able to stand on it if he tried. From there it was just a case of waiting and hoping that everything went as planned, waiting for his feline companion to reach the door from the other side and opening it for him. As he waited Jamie took the opportunity to sit with his back leant against the castle and he started to roll several herbal smokes, one after the other passing the time. --- Mr Biddle hurtled through the air, tucking his ears and limbs into his body slightly so he flew slightly more streamlined than if he hadn’t. As he reached the top of the wall and started to plummet downwards at the other side he stretched out and prepared himself, the ground rushing up to greet him with a thud that resonated throughout his small frame. With that he quickly scampered across the small courtyard and through one of the many small hallways that ran parallel to it, moving into the bulk of the castle completely unnoticed. As he slowly walked through the corridors his memories of this place faintly danced on the edge of his mind, not quite being able to remember the direct route but knowing that it was somewhere near, after all it had been a long long time and both Mr Biddle and the castle had been through much since then. As he rounded a corner he came into a larger and grander looking hallway which was filled with what could only be described as god-awful artwork which was hung in many paintings in various locations on the walls. As Mr Biddle walked down it he recognised them the fact that he had been unimpressed by these particular paintings before, the composition and style being very off for the popular paintings of the day. As he passed them Mr Biddle froze, the sound of approaching footsteps placing him on edge. He lingered near the feat of a strange suit of armour, waiting and watching as at the end of the corridor a goblin dressed in a butler’s outfit emerged and started to walk down the corridor towards him. The goblin was gazing up idly at the paintings, mouth gaping wide open as he did so carrying a steaming tray of food, its eyes lazily moving left and right obviously not caring to much for the artwork either when Mr Biddle took the opportunity and shot out at the last moment standing in front of the goblin and tripping it over, causing it to scream and the platter of food to fall to the ground. The goblin cracked its head solidly as it hit the ground, seemingly to knock it unconscious or either kill it as Mr Biddle quickly started to devour the food which was some kind of roast chicken by the looks and taste of things. As he ate almost frantically so, he did wonder why there would be food being moved by a butler in a castle full of vampires, but regardless he was glad either way as it had been almost a few years since his last decent cooked meal. A few minutes later Mr Biddle was once more moving down the corridor and towards his destination, his memory returning and the direct route becoming evident once more. [/hider]