Date: Thu, 28 Dec 2000 20:18:18 -0800 (PST) From: FoxGlove Manor <foxglove_manor@yahoo.com> Subject: Battle for Dream Masters 6 Hey all . . . have we been missed? Well . . . First off, thanks to all of you who have visited the website, if only I could get you all to sign the guest book, that'd be even better! BUT, we'll take what we can get! For those of you who haven't been to the site, WHY NOT! IT'S KICK ASS!!!!!! www.geocities.com/foxglove_manor/index2.html ? Go there! Sign the guest book, let us know what you think! Email us, whatever! Just give us some feedback! Foxglove_manor@yahoo.com Ok . . . enough plugging . . . here u go! Last time . . . Back in Virginia. "Dude! Why's that thing glowing?!?" Joey said as the red center of the circle started to glow. "I... I don't know!" Lance said equally as confused as Joey, "Beryl! Come here quick!" "What? What happened?!?" Beryl said appearing behind Joey and Lance. "Look!" Joey said pointing to the circle. As they all stared at the circle, a white transparent circular light shot up around the gold boarder of the S. This time . . . Back in Moscow. Justin had just finished getting his stuff together, when there was a knock on his door. Cautious as he was, he grabbed a gun that he kept on his heel and headed towards the door. "Who is it?!" He said suspicious of who it might be. "It's me, Josh!" "Oh!" He said opening the door and putting the gun down. "Hey.. what the!!! What the hell are you doing with a gun!?" "Oh.. this?" "Yeah, that!" "Don't worry about it, it's just a precaution." "Who did you think it was?" "I didn't know, that's the whole point!" "Whatever.. anyway, look. We could have my private jet come and pick us up, or you could try and transport us and our things back to the estate." "I could transport us." "Ok, good, I was hoping you'd say that." With everything brought into Justin's room, he attempted to transport Josh and himself to their estate back in Virginia. Back in Virginia. As the circular shield went down back into the S, there stood Chris, Little Justin and their dog. "It worked!" Chris said, surprised at his success. Then he stumbled and fell to one knee. "Chris!" the three men said, as they ran down the stairs. Once they got to him, they felt the floor of the circle start to rumble. The ruby center started to light up again, and they stood and watched. The same shield that had shot up from the S now shot up from the N and the C. Again like before, luggage appeared on the green part of the circle below the enchanted letters. As they watched the light show, they saw two bodies start to materialize within the white shield. When the light returned to the floor, there stood Josh on the C, and Justin on the N. They all stood in shock. "Justin!" Lance, Joey and Chris gasped. Justin quickly looked at each of them and smiled. They all smiled and then they slowly walked over in front of him. "So, how's it goin?" Justin asked. Chris put little Justin, and the puppy down and took a step closer. "You are about the dumbest asshole I have for a friend! Give me a hug!" Chris pulled Justin into a hug. Then one by one each of them gave him a hug. Then they each stood in the lobby of the huge house and looked at each other. Chris felt a slight tug on his shirt and looked down little Justin who was looking around. "Daddy? Where are we?" Chris smiled and picked up his son and said. "Justin, these are some old friends. That guy over there is Lance, Joey, Justin, and ... Josh." "Hey, you got the same name that I do." Little Justin said addressing the Big Justin. Justin simply nodded and that was it. He picked up his one black bag and asked where his room was. "I will show you." Lance said as he started to walk up the stairs. As Justin followed, Josh looked back at Chris. "Hey Chris." "Josh," Chris put his son down and walked towards him, "It's good to see you again." "You too." In Houston. At the front of a large table, a man sat. He had five pictures in front of him, and he was looking at each one of them carefully. He rubbed the side of his face, and leaned back in his chair. The pictures were of five people, three girls and two boys, each about 17 to 25. They all seemed to lead completely different ways of life. One seemed to be Gothic, all the way down to the pale skin. Another one was preppy, rich and popular. The rest were a mix of everything from jocks to delinquents. He got up, walked over to the window, and looked over the City of Houston. All the lights and traffic had subsided, and the night was young. He ran one long fingernail down the side of the glass, then turned back and sat in his chair. "Where are you my children?" He said to the pictures, as he looked them over again. Soon the door to the room was opened and in walked a lady in a short black dress with blond hair hanging down to the middle of her back. She was tall, and gorgeous. There was something about her made that made a man's skin crawl. "Damouse, the other gods have arrived. I and the rest of us are curious as to why we have all been summoned." She said with a slight snarl. "All, in due time Cassandra. Please show them in. I have been awaiting this day for centuries." Cassandra frowned then left the room. She soon reentered with 10 other Vampire gods behind her. They all sat in chairs and looked at Damouse. "My fellow God's. We have come to a turning point in a war, that hasn't even started." Damouse said with a slight, cockiness to his voice. "What are you talking about Damouse? What war?" A male Vampire asked. Damouse smiled, stood from his seat and walked around the table, making each of the Gods watch him like a hawk. "The war, that will ensure each of us, the world." Laughter filled the room, as each of the Gods laughed in his face. "Damouse, You fool! You know the Families will intervene, and the two Chosen one will lead the way! And not even all of us combined can take the Families!" A female Vampire added. "Especially now that that Family has rejoined forces." Loud chatter filled the room as the Gods discussed the fact. "We can't stop them now." One said. "We might as well put the stakes trough our own hearts. Two was bad enough but all five!?" "You remember how they took out Xiang!" "And even if we did stand a chance against the Chosen ones, the other Families would show up." Damouse sat and listen to each of the objections. "THEN!" He shouted. "We must combine our armies. We out number the families! Damoka, how many legions do you have?" He asked one. The Black Vampire stood and said. "45, but they are small, no more then ten to a clan." "Cassandra, how many are under your control?" Damouse asked moving towards her. "15 clans, each with a lord, and warriors, 125 to each." She said as she looked at Damoka with a smile. Damoka looked disgusted. "Excellent! Arthur?" "84 clans. Each located around the world. 14 to each." "Comrades! What do we have to worry about? We each hold a great army, and we can always get more! It's only a matter of time!" The Gods looked around the table seeing if there were any objections. "Damouse, The Chosen Ones will still intervene. And just the two of them alone went through Damora's safe house like it was an easy obstacle course! Even with all our legions put together, the Families will still be a major threat." A male Vampire said. "He is right. My safe house was a fortress. I'm surprised that as many made it out as they did." Damora said as she leaned forward. "We won't have to worry about the Chosen Ones." A voice said as the doors opened and in walked a large Vamp about 6'10, and 322lbs. He had long black and red hair that hung just slightly passed his shoulders, and a black goatee. All the Gods quickly jumped back. Chaos, was his name, and he had been band from the counsel of the Gods, for being too ruthless. They all jumped out of their seats except for Cassandra. She simply looked at him, and went back to filing her nails. "I'm sure you all remember Chaos?" Damouse said as he walked over to him. Towering above the 6ft Damouse, Chaos seemed to be stalking each one of the Gods with his eyes. "Damouse! Are you insane?!" Damoka yelled. "Insane for bringing me back to the counsel?" Chaos' voice boomed with an evil tone. "You are the only one that is insane little one." "Please, Chaos, have a seat. We were just talking about our plans for the war." Chaos sat down and the other God's slowly returned to their seats and looked at Damouse, and then back at Chaos. "Now, how many legions do you have Chaos? It has been a long time since we last spoke of such things." Chaos got an almost pleased look on his face. "3000, each, with 400 to them." Once again the room filled with chatter. "Good." By the end of the hour, all the Gods had agreed that a war would be prudent. The only line of defense would be the families and they were severely out numbered. Damouse discussed the plans and then got to the most important part. "The Dream Masters." He said as he looked around the room. "We don't know where they are located . . . Do we?" Damora asked. "Not at the moment, but, we have an idea. We think, the are headed for Virginia and they have contacted the Chosen One." In Virginia Little Justin was running across the lobby being chased by the small Jack Russell Terrier (Hence the name Jack). At the top of the stairs was Josh, looking over the small boy. The dog was letting out high-pitched barks and Little Justin was laughing. Josh smiled and tears started to form in his eyes. He pulled out his wallet, and inside was an old picture, about 120 years old. There was a little boy sitting with his parents and smiling, even though the pictures back then were supposed to have serious faces. JC smiled and rubbed his finger down the picture of the little boy and said under his breath. "Only two days, that's all it took for you to grab my heart and now, you won't let go." The picture of Markus was all Josh had to remember the small boy he tried to save from the only Vampire God that hurt anyone he cared about. Josh started to let tears slip down his face, he wiped them away, and started watching little Justin playing with the dog. Justin was walking down one of the long corridors of the house when he saw Josh sitting on the top of the stairs watching over the little boy and dog playing below. He was looking over his small think pad and was wearing all black like normal. He had died his hair blond again, and hadn't changed much, except his eyes were now cold and hard. He cocked his head to one side then looked at the tears running down Josh's face. He lightly rolled his eyes, and then walked over and sat down next him on the stairs. "Cute kid." Justin said as he shocked Josh. "Oh, hey, Justin. Yeah, he is." Josh said quickly wiping the tears from his eyes. Justin looked at Josh's hands and then quickly took the wallet out of his hands and looked at the picture. "Demon boy? Where did you get this?" Justin said as he looked closer to the picture. "I found it in one of those little town historical society things. It was sitting in a glass case that said above it, 'The only people ever murdered in the town of Gallagher Colorado' or something like that. I don't even remember the name of the town. So, I stole the picture. I figured he deserved better than that." Justin nodded then handed the picture back to Josh. The laughter of little Justin could be heard and the two sat quite for a couple of minutes before Josh asked. "Why?" "What?" Justin asked looking at Josh with a blank stare. "I don't know what the worst feeling was. Hearing your mother say that you were dead, or the fact of knowing that you were alive and didn't want to see me. I mean, I know I can be cocky, but I was only doing what I thought was right. Hell, it's been almost 10 years and I'm still getting used to the fact that I'm a slayer." "It wasn't just that Josh." "Well, then what was it?" Josh said lightly crying. "Cause I would like to know why one of my best friends just up and left with just a quick goodbye, barely even that, not even to my face none the less." Justin sat quiet, and looking down at the floor. Not saying a word, but listening to everything Josh was saying. "You knew that you and I were the ones that held the group together, the ones that drew power from one another, and not our powers, the Power of trust, and love. And you left. I don't care how tough you think you are Justin." Josh said standing up and walking a little ways down the hall, "But we needed you and you needed us, and you betrayed the trust, and your teammates. Fuck that! Forget even the team thing! We were brothers! I.... I dunno. I just hope you remember that I will always be there for you. I just hope that you will be there for me." Then with that Josh left, Justin still sitting on the stairs as he watched Chris come and pick up his son and walk into the huge living room, so Little Justin could watch his favorite show. Tears slowly crept down Justin's face as he slowly made his way around the house exploring the complex. When he found the library he stopped and looked around. Up on the top of one of the bookshelves was his book. The spell book that he didn't take with him when he left. He held out his hand and the book flew into it. He started flipping trough it. He found all his old spells that he had memorized, as well as, some new ones. As he continued to flip through the book, he found a picture of him and Sammy. He quickly shut the book, put his hands over the top of the cover and closed his eyes. He then slowly opened them and ran his hand over the top of the book. TBC . . . So . . . what'd you think? Let us know! As I said, go to the website (www.geocities.com/foxglove_manor/index2.html), sign the guest book, and/or email us (Foxglove_manor@yahoo.com)!!!! Thanks!