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   As John starts up the mountain clouds start to form across the sky. About three hours
later the first obstacle appears first as a manly shape against a back ground of gray. Only
after the light clap did John see that this was a creature for a nightmare long ago, it was a
Werewolf , a beast which stood on two legs but looked like of giant wolf with the strength
of ten men. As he approach the figure the eyes snapped open allowing a glare of blood red
flow from its eyes. It move with a grace that would make a pro-dancer jealous. Its arms
were so large you could tell even in the rain ever movement before the beast acted. At the
ends of its huge arms set a pair of iron grip hands whose fingers end in a set of razor sharp
claws.
    The beast attacked before John knew what had happen, if it had not been for John
adavance ablity and his abnormal strength he would have surely die. As he grip the beast's
wrist they fought back and forth. Finally, John managed to get a grip on the beast throat,
and with a yank driven by fear, hate, and John's human instincts to survive he ripped the
beast's throat out and the black blood which had monments before coursed throught its
veins pours out of its body like the water over the ends of the earth.
    Covered in blood John started up the slope agian. A few hour later he came to a gap that
must of been formed millions of years ago. The gap was the second obstacle in his way.
To him there seemed to be no way over, then a hair brain ideal came into his head. He
could fly across! Focusing his powers he felt his feet leave the ground as he soured across
the gap he figured, "I'll go the whole way."
    As he set down under the trunk of a fallen tree, the sun came out and he went to sleep.
Light died out John awakened and continued on. Around a quarter of and hour later he
opened the huge oak door to the house. Their in the middle of the empty room stood
Dem.
    " John, welcome." said Dem with a bit of spite to him. As he lunged through the air at
John. John half expecting this side-stepped and watched Dem recover and turn. As Dem
turned John started building up the rage inside of him. As Dem lunged this time expecting
him to move he thought, "He is damn fast." as Dem soured across the room at great speed
at John he saw John cock back a fist to late seeing his mistake. He thought, " Damn I glad
at least he is this strong." John fist caught the side of Dems head with the rage of nature.
Dem's head split open as the fist contacted as he fell to the floor. John yanked a peice of
board from the wall and drove into his chest. As the board ran through Dem's heart a
fountain of blood rushed out of the wound.
    "Very good, very,very good." a voice behind John said. The voice is that of pure evil.
As John turns around to face, so far as he is conserned, just another obstacle. John is now
looking into the face of the last of the full-bloods, the face of pure evil, the face of Dura.
    "Very, very good. You did better than I expect. Your power are far more advance than I
ever imagined. Yes, I am Dura master of the night, but not really the father of hell just
really close." Dura said with the accennt of many years of wisdom. Dura slowly walks
around the end of the spiral stair case and across the open floor to the bar.
    "Would you like a drank?" said Dura as he turn his back to John. " You have nothing to
fear from me. You did what you had to to survive." spoke Dura like he was talking to one
of his sons. "Yes, I know what you are thinking and to tell you the truth you are partly my
son for part of the blood that gave you live was at one time my blood." said Dura now
with a bit of sarcasmism and humor.
    " First, of all how do I know that you are really Dura and not another trick? Prove to me
beyond a doubt that you are who you are! If you can't, then prepare to defend yourself."
after he had finish speaking, he fell into a defensive stances.
    As just enter his crouch, a sharp blow to the back of the head is landed. As he looks up
from his position, now on the floor were he had fallen, he looks into a face that at a split
second early had been over the bar. As he rolls rapidly to the left to avoid the lighting fast
punch that Dura was using to drive holes into the floor. Without knowing what he was
doing, John leaps into the air and is move faster then the speed of the sight of human eyes.
John catches Dura mid-arm and throws him across the room. As he crashes into the far
wall, causing a hole to form were the full-blood Had hit with the force of a small bomb
going off. As the dust clears, Dura throws the huhge piece of the wall of off his chest. As
he stands up with the look of hate flowing from his eyes.
    "You have great speed! But you have meet your match!" Dura says with hate in his eyes,
as he flys across the room straight at John close to the speed of light.
    John, action off from pure instinct, back flips and catches Dura under the jaw. The force
from the contact sends Dura flying into the ceiling. As he falls to the ground, John catches
him in the center of the back. A crack as loud as lighting fell over the mountain. Then he
knew that he had broke his back in two. As he picked Dura up off the ground hearing a
moan and starts slaming him into the walls. "This is for all the wrong that you have done!"
says John with a look of hate and angree in his eyes.
    John looks out the windows and noticesthat it is near dawn. As he dragges Dura out into
the court yard Dura whispers, "After you have killed me, if you eat my hate you will
become pure and all powerful." After saying this Dura goes quite, almost as if he was
dead.
    As John walks into the shadows of the old mansion, Dura screams in agony as his skin
comes into contact with the deadly rays of the sun. His skin turns black and starts to peel
off from is body. Flames start flickering from the top of his head, consuming his whole
body in a matter of minutes.
    A few months later, in an old night club called the Den. John sets in a corner booth wait
for what he knows will happen. He had been asking around about an old friend named
Light. He was told that she shows up every now and then. As the doors swing open, in
walks of angel of, in his eyes, unmatched beauty.
    As she turns her head and ask for a drank an arm wraps around her waist. As she turns to
see who is grabbing a hold of her, her eyes are meet by a stare from the past, but it had
been changed by some unfortold event. "You survived. You are the first. What did Dura
have to say?" said Light with the same calm voice.

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