Dawn of Disaster Part 1

Malice raised a wickedly clawed finger. Dark volts of energy gathered around it.

Jason's head was screaming for him to move away, but his body just wouldn't budge. He was scared and mesmerised by the figure before him all at the same time.

The collected energy was released, flying off Malice's finger and zooming off towards Jason.

The dragon slayer couldn't move.

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Malice watched as his Dark Chaos spell was released. The target couldn't move, for the vampire didn't allow him to. The ball of energy was about to collide.

Closer. Closer.

There was a huge explosion, kicking up the desert sand, and Malice waited for it to clear.

What he saw next gave him a shock. There was his target, the slayer named Jason Pendragon, standing tall, sword in hand. The sword was glowing red.

"But...my spell..." muttered Malice, taken aback. It took a few minutes for the fact to sink in, the fact that someone had eluded his perfected Mind Grasp spell. "No matter...you'll still die under my hands!"

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Jason shook his head violently. A familiar voice in his head--his dad's voice--told him, "Do not let dark magic consume you." It was something old Arthur Pendragon would say whenever his son became too in awe with the dark arts. The words gave Jason the strength to fight off the Mind Grasp.

He looked at his attacker. The vampire seemed to be speaking to himself. Growling, Jason raised his sword high, and lunged.

The glowing blade descended, hitting...nothing.

"Wha--ARGH!"

A stinging pain erupted in the back of Jason's head as he tried to process what had happened. He could hear the vampire's laughter.

"No one escapes Malice Jowls!" he barked.

Fighting off the pain, Jason gripped his sword harder. "Maybe I won't escape you, but I will defeat you!" He took a swipe at Malice's legs, but somehow, he missed.

"Friggin' vampire!"

Another pain shot through his body, this time in his stomach. The air was sucked out from Jason's parted lips. His sword dropped in the sand soundlessly.

Malice allowed the young man to fall back onto the earth.

"Defeat me? You can barely touch me!" he laughed sadistically. His red eyes contracted into slits.

"Oh yes I can!" shouted Jason, shooting backwards with a back-kick. He thought he felt his leg collide with something solid, but the feeling didn't last. Turning about, he saw that Malice was gone yet again.

I need you guys, Elfin and Nep! willed the slayer desperately.

Malice reappeared, this time face to face with Jason, but before Jason could react the vampire launched two swift kicks, one at Jason's stomach, the other to his jaw. Both hurt just as much.

Doubling over, Jason cursed, one hand clutching his throbbing stomach, the other searching for his weapon. His fingers touched the heated metal, and moved towards the handle. He struggled to stand, trying his best to keep steady and in battlestance.

Tired of waiting for his opponent to make the first move, Malice grabbed Jason's neck, his claws digging into the warm flesh.

"I will suck your blood dry!"

With a simple motion, Malice threw the slayer far out into the desert. His screams faded into the starless night.

Griephon would be so glad, thought the vampire.

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"My little gremlin, you'll be feeding soon."

Spinning about, Malice took a few steps, then decided to glide. He got tired of gliding and whipped his cape around. Soon he was at the far end of the desert. Jason Pendragon lay beaten on a rock.

He landed, and placed his foot on the dragon slayer's chest. He had heard that the armour was made of Dragomite, a material so tough that only diamond could pierce it, yet it was so incredibly light.

"Let's see if we can crush it," hissed Malice to himself. He stepped hard, applying as much force as possible.

The metal wasn't even scratched.

As Malice swore oaths, applying more pressure to the armour, Jason grabbed his leg swiftly, holding him in place.

"I've heard about teleportation," he wheezed, "and if you teleport with someone holding you that person goes with you." He tightened his grip.

Scowling, Malice kicked his right foot, trying to break free of Jason's hold. But the slayer's grip was tight.

Jason pulled, and Malice fell on his back cursing. Hoisting himself up, the man jumped atop the vampire, sword drawn. He stared down at the pale face.

"Do it! But remember...I'm already dead!" Malice laughed insanely. Jason knew he was right. But he also knew that a stake to the heart could kill a vampire.

And any sharp object could be used as a stake.

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The gremlin waited. It gained more energy and more life with every bit of sadistic glee Malice felt.

It waited. It wouldn't be long.