"You guys can't afford to miss your flight,"

"We will be out soon Dad," Belinda replied.

The girls got their bags and travelling boxes. Enroute to New York, they got into the minivan. Vanir drove them straight to the airport. Although it was a two hour drive, it was all fun and noisy. The girls could never stop talking, they all had something to say. All three looked better than before. Skin shinning, hair perfectly combed. One would have thought that the three girls who were in the claws of Blackclaw just mere weeks ago were completely different from the happy damsels in the car.

"Dad, please make sure you come see us soon as possible,"

"I'll be there Bella", Vanir ascertained.

"Why not leave with us now?" Bianca asked again. Prior to that Vanir mentioned to them that he had some pressing issues to attend to too.

"I have told you Bianca, I-"

Bianca cut him, as father and Daughter echoed the response like it was a refrain.

"YOU HAVE SOME PRESSING ISSUES TO TEND TO" Belinda and Bella giggled. Bianca could always do that to have fun.

"Yes, some pressing issues to tend to. Issues which have to do with our safety,"

"Is it that vampire guy?" Bianca was curious.

Vanir hit the break and the tire screeched immediately. He turned to Bianca who was at the back seat.

"None of you should ever mention that to anyone not even yourselves. Is that clear?"

The playful mood mutated into a weighty ambience.  Vanir didn't get a reply to his order, the girls were all silent and terrified.

"Is that clear?" He echoed

"Yes, Daddy" the girls responded.

They got there thirty minutes before their flight. Vanir kissed them goodbye. They were all he had and he was never going to expose them to any form of danger anymore. Watching the plane as it rose to the skies gave him so much joy. Finally they were safe from the trouble, torment and misery which came along with the underworld. Vanir got in his car and drove off. He was still on his way home, ten kilometers away from his crib before he received a phone call. After the call he made a sharp turn back to the airport.

Bianca, Bella and Belinda sat close to each other as usual. All seemed to be fine until when the plane initiated take off on the run way. The sound and vibration had triggered the vamp senses. Her instincts were accentuated with many factors, fear inclusive.

Unknown to Vanir, Bella and Belinda, Bianca had been turned. But Blackclaw was so smart to make it hidden.

The vamp blood had been transmitted into her body fluids except her blood, this slowed down the turning process drastically. The vamp blood wasn't just any vamp blood.

Amy's sister the bad witch did tweak it with her magic. Bianca went into a killing spree on the plane. She didn't kill for feeding she did kill because she wanted to kill. That was the work of the witch. To turn her into a killer. The killers are vamps with no other instincts but to kill. They were always servants to their masters and they couldn't think on their own. The difference between them and the morhgs is that the morhgs would go back to normal after they had achieved their aim. Killers would remain forever bound to their masters. The airport emergency squad had arrived at the crash scene.

Vanir stared at the crash site, tears dropping down his cheeks.

"I will make sure I kill you Blackclaw, even if it takes the last drop of blood in me," He said to himself. He got into his car and was heading to Blackclaw's compound. On his way he picked his cell to call Aiden.

"My girls are dead, on my way to face Blackclaw,"

Aiden was shocked. First at the news and second at the manner Vanir said it.

"I. . . jus-I-" Aiden began to stutter.

"It's either he dies or I die," Vanir stated.

"Pick me up at the vale junction," The vale junction was a place known to the members of the underworld. It was the nearest location to Blackclaw's compound.

Vanir arrived at the vale junction. Aiden got in.

"So what's the plan?" He asked.

"We've got no plan," Vanir answered.

"Vanir what are you doing?" a terrified Aiden asked.

They were getting close to Blackclaws gate and he wasn't stopping. The speedometer hit 250. Vanir rammed the car into the gate. The gatekeepers were running after the car. They would take them as soon as the car stops. Blackclaw's compound was a battlefield. Someone who could cause more mayhem was present, not someone, people. Aiden couldn't believe his eyes. There was Divina fighting alongside Kane. Aiden was double shocked once more. Kane was killing his own! Vanir hit the brakes and both bounty hunter and a grieving father got down from the vehicle to face Blackclaw and his followers.

In Blackclaws compound Divina stood side by side Kane, a very good friend and a lover. She worked frantically to parry blow after blow, waiting for her opponent to pause and then strike hard.

One of Blackclaw's followers struck from behind but Kane came to her aid. Divina brought her sword forward, catching the vamp who she thought was Kane at the side and opening up a long gash in his hip. The vamp fell to the floor and did materialize into ashes. When other vamps saw these they were scared. Divina was also startled.

"Kill them! You swore an oath to Blackclaw," Amy's sister screamed. She made her way to face Vanir.

The sheer frenzy of battle began filling her every sense. Her body numbered and her vision swam. The fighting around her became clouded and she struggled to focus on the attackers around her. She then fell back with a cry of pain as a werewolf tore her skin just managing to cut through the leather cuirass her mother gave her. She looked up to see the wear vamp moving up for a killing blow and found herself frozen in fear. The world began to slow as she waited for the final strike.

No, this cannot be, she thought. I can't die at Blackclaws hands. She looked up and saw the wear vamp pulling his short sword back to thrust, however the sword fell from its hand as something struck his throat. Kane intervened. He tore through the neck of the were vamp in one strike while he axed down another. The were vamp fell to the floor. Clutching its neck, unable to breathe. Divina sealed the strike with a bullet straight to the head. Blackclaws followers were really in for it. The world returned to normal: she didn't die. She turned around and saw Kane facing him. She stood up and waved her hand to him.

Divina shook the pain in her shoulder away and found her sense of dread easing. She forced herself to place those thoughts at the back of her mind and charged at the nearest enemy. Pounding at the vamp's head with her hilt.

Vanir and a werewolf moved to the center, the remaining vamps were forming a defensive circle around one wounded vamp. He buried a knife in its skull. Then he screamed, he began to swing his axes around him. Slowly the enemy was forced back. Divina ran into another vamp with her sword. She fell on top her opponent and repeatedly stabbed its stomach until ashes alone where left from the body of the vamp. Then she noticed that her father was pinned against the wall by two vamps.

"Not my father you imps," She said under her breathe.

Divina leapt to his aid. Plunged the enchanted sword into the first enemy's back and threw him to her side. But it was too late, the second vamp turned from the pinned Aiden to Divina's waist. A quick reaction allowed her to dodge the strike and she buried the sword into his heart. No, it wasn't too late for Aiden.

"Are you okay Dad?"

"I have never been much better seeing you," Aiden replied. The vamp which attacked him had claws, during the grip they dug deep into his shoulders and his ribs.

"You are weak now,"

"Behind you!"

Divina sliced the head of the coming vamp with her left hand even without looking back. Another vamp was onto her. She was running into the heat of the battle when she heard Aiden shout.

"Your mother did train you well,"

Divina smiled. That was the first time she did so in a long while. With much momentum under his belt, he stuck the knife into the throat of the vamp which was on her. Suddenly the darkness within the compound churned into activity, boiling within a purple cauldron and ascending the walls like a wrath of gloom.

The center of the compound split open and out of it shone a pure while silver light. The silver burst into sparks of lighting which crackled and arrowed far up the walls of chasm. Stone and dirt broke loose from the walls as a mysterious tempest rumbled, shaking the whole earth. Divina stumble back from the rim as the air snapped with a sharp blast accompanied by a blinding flash of light, the ground shuddered with great violence, Kane, Vanir, Divina and other vamps lost their balance. Divina fell sprawling into the dust and dirt. An eerie wind fanned out from the abyss and the sky was awash with darkness greater than the night. Divina hadn't expected an awesome display of her powers. She clutched the earth with distress as the sky exploded with another peal of thunder and the earth shrugged her as it would a stray insect. She could feel the fur on her back bristle, the whole air was diffused with the evil symphony of rain and thunder sounding like countless spirit voices. Out of the wind, trumpets and the palming thunder came a clear but vicious voice.

"LEAVE THE WITCH FOR ME,"

It was the evil witch-Amy's sister, Divina's aunt. Divina wondered why someone would perform strong magic just to prove that she was superior. She should have been a good teacher, a very good friend. But since she chose the path which seemed right to her, she became her foe.

If there was any time she needed the sword to do it's wonders, it was then. The voice of the old man in her dream came to her.

"Don't use the sword as a weapon make use of it as an extension of yourself," she told herself.

Divina raised her sword, her sweaty hands on its hilt, and a gun in the other hand. She shut her eyes, directed her thoughts strongly towards the weather. She didn't have magic, she was magic. She summoned the thunder, fire and rain to it and it was so.

A strong beam of vague matter guided itself from a whirlpool above the tip of her sword. She felt the power run through her from the sword down to her legs. She had never felt anything like it. Everyone had stopped fighting including the vamps just to watch the display of powers. They couldn't deny that they were in awe of it. Even Kane and Darren who were in the heat of battling each other stopped to watch.

The spectacle ended when Divina launched her attack. She pointed the tip directly to her killer. She dodged it and a guffaw escaped from her Aunt's mouth.

"You come to battle against me with magic meant for Babies?"

She stretched her evil hands to her and within two heartbeats she was crucified to the wall.

"Freon seilb rhyiad!" Divina bellowed and in an instant she was free from her hold. Divina had never been so proud to say her magic spell out loud. She launched another attack towards the evil witch, this time around without the use of her sword, jus the Dirk in her hand

"An eower Houbit" She bellowed and she aimed it directly at her skull. The 22 inch dagger traveled its way down to her but she dodged it again, she launched its attack an heard her shout CRACIAN EN SKUULE! And it came directly at her, what was it? She couldn't see it until it hit her. Divina was down, the battle was onto another level. Invincible arrows. The arrow had travelled through the troposphere of magic straight into Divina's chest. She could feel it piercing through her flesh, cold fresh blood, gushing out of her chest soaked in. Her blow had been successful. It was now time for her to launch her attack. Her mother had always told her that witches had their weak points. A secret gem or something. But she didn't have any. Maybe that's why she was referred to as Magic and not someone who had magic. She managed to stand up, still holding her chest that flowed in the tide of blood. She mustered all the strength she could get and ran towards her, she maintained her ground as Divina hit her chest, she pulled off the gem from her neck in an instance.

The evil witch giggled.

"That was an ornament; my powers are innate just like you,"

Divina was startled. But she didn't believe it. The evil witch was about sending the killing attack when Blackclaw stopped her. Divina hadn't seen him for a while.

Few meters away from there, Vanir was in the heat of a battle. Vengeance ran down his veins. A few with an axe loomed up before him, swinging with both hands as he howled in wordless fury. He dodged the attack, shoved in close to gut him with a dirk. Vanir had gotten it from Kane. He was a brave and strong fighter and he fought as if he had nothing to live for. He spun and found a wolf, a werewolf behind him, and slashed him across the brow beneath its helm. Its own cut did catch him below the breast but his wears were thick enough to make it mild.

Vanir drove the point of the dagger into its throat and left it to drown in his own blood. A hand seized him from behind. Vanir slammed his boot heel down onto the vamps instep and wrenched loose when he cried out in pain. By the time he turned the man was down dying. Vanir stood over him, brought out a bottle of wolfsbane and slammed it on him. He melted like wax.

Kane was counting the vamps as he killed them. Calling out "Twenty-six" as one went down and "twenty-seven", a heartbeat later. He could hear voices scream and others roll in terror. The butchery and blood maddened some. "Twenty-eight" shouted Kane, but beside him was another person who sprawled with one leg twisted under him, and the shadows kept on coming, shouting and rustling.

"We are battling the Lycanthrophe's a deadly specie of werewolves that are tedious to kill, hard to slaughter and you are just counting twenty-eight!" Kane smiled.

"I thought you were injured,"

"My soul isn't bleeding,"

Aiden shot a vamp straight in the head. Divina had given him the AMT AutoMag V. More werewolves drew close to him and he killed all three with a bullet.

"Twenty nine and dam you all," Kane called out. He pulled out two daggers and sent them through the air taking two wolves at once. The second didn't fall quick so he stabbed him with the knife. He rose again, smeared with blood and mud. Five werewolves surrounded him at once. Kane was able to kill two but he lost his footing, the axe head from the axe he was holding crushed against his temple. Swiftly, the world went red and black and red again. Pain crackled up his leg like lightning and some meters away he could hear the killer say,

"you bloody cunt," as he lifted up his short sword for the blow that would finish him, but a force pulled Kane from where he stood upward as if he had been magnetized.

Strong powerful winds travelled strongly around him from left to right.

He couldn't see anything except the dead, bleak shadows of the dying werewolves. The wolves began to flee in their wolf forms. So much had happened they didn't want to risk their lives any longer.

***

"COWARD, HOW DID YOU ever ascend the throne?"

Blackclaw evaded the question. "Our little kitten got some guts,"

He then turned to the evil witch behind him.

"Let me hurt her where it hurts before you finish her off" Blackclaw said. He was making his way to kill Aiden.

"Weakness! Weakness! It's all over you. Your Magic can't stand mine," her voice roared. Divina managed to stand up. Her chest still flowed with blood. She sprinkled some white dust on her skin and fell down again. It comforted her instantly. She lay on the pinching sand beneath her. Her mind tried hard to travel to the dream world.

"You were right. I am a weak witch but a smart one,"

Immediately she stretched her sword to Blackclaw. A strong beam of fire blared out of its tip. It hit Blackclaw and he fell immediately. Most of the vamps were injured and the majority had retreated. Kane caught the evil witch in his firm grip. Divina crawled towards Blackclaw. When she held the pendant she knew what it meant immediately. The witch and Blackclaw were sharing power. They were bound to each other. If one dies the other does the same. Blackclaw had been hiding because he feared that he would get killed first. The evil witch was his strongest weapon. The strength in Divina had increased seeing that Blackclaw was down. She got up, walked to where he was, cut his head off with just one swing. The remaining parts of Blackclaw's body dissolved into black ashes. The head remained whole his blood shot eyes staring blankly into space.

Four heartbeats next, the evil witch fell on the ground. With blood dripping from her mouth she turned all the werewolves to their natural form.

"Eow sceal bi wryiz faerever"

Which meant-"You shall be this forever,"

Turning to Divina she coughed out her last words;

"The prophecy will never be fulfilled."

"Shut up," Kane shouted as he yanked out her heart in a split second. As his body transformed into that of his wolf.

Divina's eyes searched the compound for her Dad. He eyes finally found his. He dropped the phone he held to his ear which clattered to the ground and Divina heard it smash from where she stood.

The pain in his eyes was raw. Deep and cut through Divina like a knife.

"Dad, where's Mom?"

Aiden didn't respond.

The end of book 1