Kurtzman house.
Earths;EQG, 616 (Marvel comics/MCU), Prime Earth ("Real World"), Trollhunters, Transformers Prime/RID.

Marc Sunset, Velvet, and Home Run were each in the living room watching Arrow on Netflix.

Marc's living room was slightly spacious. They were sitting on a dark brown, L-shaped couch that took up the back wall of the living room and some of the left wall. In front of the couch is a wood coffee table that was littered with some papers and candles. On the left wall was an 8-box bookcase filled with comics and one box dedicated to cooking books nestled in the corner of the left wall. On the front wall of the room was a TV Stand with glass shelves and a Westinghouse TV that was playing the TV show. On the right wall was a doorway into the kitchen, on the left of the doorway was curio cabinet with several items from Marc's, and his brother's, younger childhood. On top of it were three Assassin's Creed statues and Action figures. Next to it was another bookcase filled with novels; Hunger Games, Harry Potter, a Norse Mythology book by Neil Gaiman, several R. A Salvatore book, Witcher, to name a few.

The three were drinking some orange Fanta sodas and relaxing.

"This is a cool show." Velvet admitted, watching as Oliver, one of the main characters was giving an oath to the elected mayor of Star City, the fictional city where the show mainly takes place in.

"Who's your favorite characters?" Marc asked, smiling.

"I like Thea Queen and Felicity Smoke." Velvet admitted.

"Nice choices." Marc complimented.

"Hey, Marc, can I ask you a question?" Sunset asked.

"You just did." Marc joked, then he took a sip of his Fanta. "Shoot."

"How'd you get your hands on Star Swirl's artifacts?" Sunset asked. "I mean, they were destroyed."

"Wait, how do you know that?" Home Run asked.

"Winter Break." Velvet Breeze said reflexively.

"Oh, still waiting for that explanation, by the way." Home Run said bitterly.

Marc let out a chuckle.

"What?" Sunset asked Marc.

"Nothing," Marc replied. "Anyway, back on point."

"How'd you get those artifacts?" Sunset asked again.

This question elicited a long pause, Marc was contemplating what to say. He went for the blunt, truthful answer.

"Things of extreme, god-like power, like the Pieces of Equus, leave a sort of.....energy footprint, let's say. And even though their physical forms can be destroyed, their energy lives on, the footprint. And people who know how to...track the footprints....could find the energy and harness it. Then, all one has to do is recreate the physical body of the artifact, which is no easy feat itself, mind you." Marc explained.

"Oh," Sunset said. "Cool."

They sat in simple silence after the explanation, watching the show.

Then, Marc's phone rang. He took it out and checked the caller ID.

"Shit, Worthington," Marc said looking at the ID on phone's screen. "I gotta go."

"Why?" Home Run asked.

"FFIA business," Marc replied. Then, he put the plastic green cap on his Fanta bottle and put it on the table and got up. "I'll be back if I’m late, order pizza or something."

The boy then walked into the mudroom, got on his trench coat, holstered his revolver, put on his cap, shouldered his satchel, and walked out the door.

Marc walked along the driveway and listened to his mission through his earbuds as he watched the video with the mission file.

The voice of Worthington came through, as the file flashed the images that went with it.

Now Marc, I'm sorry to cut into your time with the Seventh and her (current) friends/allies. But, we've got a mission. A young, blossoming cellist by the name of Octavia Melody called in, said that she thinks her roommate is a vampire. Now, I'm sure your aware of that rumor, but, you should prove it. Who knows? This could be our chance to get a sit-down with the Vampire Council of Clans Agent Change has told us so much about. You know the routine; see if she’s friend or foe. If foe: Kill her. If a friend, give her a means of contact, so that in the event she needs help, she can contact us. But, if she's fed on living humans, well, you know the drill. Sending you the address now.

Marc watched as the address flashed onto the screen, he read it and reread it to memorize it. But, he didn't turn off the phone, he waited a minute for the rest of the message to play. More often than not, Worthington would send a secondary message speaking about what he gained in the previous mission if the said mission was a success and if it was a failure, what they lost.

Also, good job with the HYDRA bust, almost everything is intact except for one item; The Chrono-Stone. You as well as I know it's capabilities: the ability to control and travel throughout time at will. The ability to tamper with time and not cause any paradoxes...at least ones the user wishes to avoid, including the whole Destruction of the Universe thing. From your report, he plans to change everything on your Earth into a new Nazi Reich, so expect a temporal shift. We are trying to detain him, but the Chrono-Stone is preventing all travel to times even a minute previous of January 1st,1946 on all of the merged Earths' timelines. Stay on your toes, Marc. And keep your Sword on your person, you as well as I know what would happen if someone like Fury gets their mitts on it.

Marc and Worthington shuddered at the thought.

Good luck.

And with that, the message ended.

Marc turned off his phone, but not before he summoned his motorcycle and set it to turn on his GPS. He walked over to the two-wheel vehicle and removed his cap, folded it and placed it in his pocket, and put on the Dragon Unit Motorcycle helmet he got earlier, he customized it as to avoid confusion, he painted it a dark blue, and the changed the visor to a subtle gold, he even programmed a HUD into it, complete with a radar, night vision, detective vision, co\m-link, infra-red vision, room for Sunday to rest in if Marc ever needs help from his AI on missions. Course, it doesn't have the auto disguise and transformative abilities his FFIA helmet and other hidden features does come equipped with.

Plus, he needed a new "Normal/civilian helmet" since his original one was lost to the depths of the Nightmare Realm after an adventure in Dimension 46'\ AKA The Gravity Falls dimension.

Marc mounted the Japanese Motorcycle and activated it, revved the engine, and drove off.

He drove along an empty freeway that leads to Canterlot City. He took in the sights as they passed by his vision.

He eventually reached his destination, he decided to park at least a block away and walk the rest of the way. It was in the more urban area of Canterlot, on the outskirts of the Suburban area.

Marc put up the kickstand and placed his helmet on the right handlebar of the motorcycle. He turned back on his phone, put in his earbuds, an turned on YouTube. He searched up a song he's had stuck in his head; Under Our Spell. He's had it practically engraved in his head for a week. So, he's finally given in and started listening to the Siren's villain song. He hummed along as he walked.

As he walked, he heard a scuffling.

He ducked beside the building that held the alleyway that the fight was taking place and put away his phone.

There were several people with dyed silver hair and wearing silver robes. They either brandished silver knives or silver guns (no doubt loaded with silver bullets).

The person they were attacking was a girl with pale skin and spiky electric blue hair with highlights. She wore a white blouse with electric blue lines on the shoulders and around the waist, blue jeans and white sneakers with hot pink highlights. She had a zipper on the top half of her blouse. The most significant part of her appearance was the thick sunglasses she wore. They had dark purple tinted lenses and black frames.

One of the robed assailants spoke and raised a knife to the woman's neck and spoke.

"Any last words, Bloodsucker?" The assailant asked in a feminine voice.

"Yeah, up yours." The woman retorted.

"Hmm, stubborn to the end." She said as she began to bring the knife down.

"Hey!" Marc said walking into the ally and catching everyone's attention. "The Hell is going on?"

The assailants adopted battle stances and cocked pistols, Marc noticed said pistols were equipped with silencers.

But, the one that was about to kill the woman gestured for the others to stand down.

She's the Leader, I should go for her first if a fight breaks out. Marc observed.

The woman had silver skin and eyes. She had a little badge of a silver crucifix on her right breast.

"We are ridding the world of a murderous freak." The Leader said, putting as much emphasis on "freak" as she could.

"What makes you so sure she's a freak as you say?" Marc said speaking calmly, attempting diplomacy. "And if she is a....freak.....as you claim, what makes you sure she deserves to die?"

"What makes me so sure?" The Leader asked, smirking. "Let me show you, Mr..?"

"Kur-"Marc paused, contemplating whether or not to use his real name. "Tzman. Kurtzman"

"Well, Mr. Kurtzman, look here." The Leader said. Then she punched the woman in the eye, breaking the woman's left lens, revealing a magenta eye. Then, the leader she cut her own wrist, causing blood to drip. She put her cut arm teasingly over the woman's head.

The woman seemed transfixed, but looked down, at first, Marc thought it was in shame, but, her face contorted, Marc's second guess was that she was fighting some sort of internal battle.

The leader got bored and lowered her arm in front of her hostage's nose.

The woman looked transfixed once more, even more so when a bit of blood dripped on her nose, when that happened, Marc thought he saw her eyes flashed a deep crimson for a split second, but they quickly changed back to magenta.

"Do you see?" The Leader asked.

"I see you harassing a young woman for no reason at all," Marc said, a bit of anger in his voice.

"C' mon, freak, show him your true colors." One of the henchmen said in a gruff, male voice.

"Screw...You." The Woman said, her voice tiring.

"OK, screw this," Marc said, wishing to save the girl. "Let her go, or something's gonna go down."

"Like what?" A female henchman asked.

"Like an ass-whupping." Marc threatened.

The assailants chuckled. Yet the Leader didn't. Marc studied her face and posture, strange it remained neutral, in fact, throughout the entire conversation, she showed little to no emotion.

"So, your on the freak's side?" The Leader asked coldly.

"Yes," Marc said, a sureness in his voice.

"Hmm, you'd have made such a good member. Silver Crosses, kill him." The Leader ordered.

Marc took a moment to observed his assailants to think of a plan. But, he noticed something, the way they dressed, the way they died their hair, the fanatic hatred radiating off them that's directed to their hostage. Marc thought about this, and all these facts pointed to one thing for Marc.

Great, an anti-monster cult. Fun. Marc thought annoyed.

The cultists in the group brandishing knives, no, a more accurate iteration would be short-sword, charged at him.

One of the cultists thrust his Short-swords forward towards Marc, causing him to have to dodge left. Another cultist sliced at him, Marc ducked, but not before the cultist's blade grazed his cheek, making a large cut on his cheek and going back to his ear.

Marc touched the cut, he winced.

He began to will it to close, but before he could, a female cultist stabbed him, missing his lung by inches, while he was distracted by his healing. She removed her blade, causing Marc even more pain and making him cough up blood.

He clenched his wound, feeling warm blood rush over his fingers.

'Marc, your losing blood, I have a quick idea, but it'll sting, and it's temporary.' Nebulass said to his host.

I'm all ears, Nebbie. Marc thought as he punches a cultist who tried to charge him, but, it only disoriented the cultist, so he kicked him, knocking him out cold, but it caused more of his own blood to splatter.

'What if we used fire to cauterize the wound? ' Nebulass suggested.

OK, it'll hurt like hell, but, it's what we got right now without using Golden Energy. Marc admitted. Except, it reveals that we can use magic, for all we know, this could piss off the lady even more. So, I guess we should just white-knuckle it.

Nebulass sighed

'Or, we could wrap this up quickly.' Nebulass said.

Ah, Neb. You have no sense of fun. But, fine, I'll speed this up. Marc said as he unfurled one of his grapple blades. He made short work of the last cultist that was brandishing a short-sword. That, unfortunately, left the gunmen.

The gunmen took aim and fired.

Pfew Pfew Pfew Pfew Pfew Pfew Pfew

Marc did his best to dodge the bullets, but the confine of the alley prevented that.

Then, a sharp pain made itself known in his knee, and then another in his shoulder. They overwhelmed his senses and gave him a burning pain like someone took a sledgehammer to his knees and shoulder.

G-goddamnit! I'm still sluggish from the alcohol from AJ's house! Marc thought to himself as his body hit the ground.

'That's why I told you to speed it up.' Nebulass stated simply.

Then, he pulled out his revolver. His right hand was shaking as he took aim and pulled back the hammer with his thumb, he closed his right eye, and adjusted himself. The cross-eye dominant boy mapped a bullet trajectory in his head. Then, pulled the trigger. As he did this, he pulled out a needled vial filled with a green liquid and injected himself with it.

BLAM

The bullet missed by a mile.

"Ha, you missed." One of the cultists jeered.

"Yeah, I did," Marc said as he got up and put his arms at his sides. "But, it kept you standing still long enough so I can heal myself."

As he said this, he held up the empty needled vial as his wounds closed.

Neb, remind me to thank Thyra for the recipe for her healing vials. Marc thought to the Gilded God he was host to.

"Kill him!" The Leader ordered.

The Gunmen began to squeeze the triggers.

"Now, time for a Shocker of a lifetime," Marc said as he began to use his Electrokinesis.

Electricity sparked from finger to finger. Then, he pulled his arms back as balls of electricity formed in his hands. He thrust his arms forward as a blast of electricity hit the metal guns and shocked their holders, and as they were stunned, Marc ran for them and stabbed the closest on to him in the neck with his wrist blade. Then, he re-sheathed his wrist blade and clapped his hands together, it almost looked like he was praying. A cultist pointed a gun in his face, but Marc put his hand on the gun and lightning arced upward and a bright light flashed. Marc took his hand off the gun, and then the gun turned to dust!

I'm not kidding. The gun turned into silver dust.

Screw the "no magic" rule. Marc thought, wishing to speed it up, without using Golden Energy

Marc used the shock in the gun's former owner to attack him. He kicked the cultist's ankle, spraining it, and punched the cultists in the nose, breaking it, causing it to bleed. Then, he kneed the cultist's head and knocked him out.

"OK, just for the record, I'm a sorcerer, I'm WAY more powerful than the guy on Bleeker street in NYC, and I'm pissed," Marc said to the other gunmen. "So, who wants some?"

Marc watched as the last three gun-wielding cultists dropped their guns and ran as far and fast as their legs would take them.

Marc chuckled and rubbed his hands together. He heard the sound of a gun cocking and sensed a familiar metal.

"Turn around, slowly." The Leader ordered from behind Marc, her voice giving away no emotion.

Marc obeyed. He turned, he saw the woman was held in a headlock by the Leader. A blade on the woman's throat, a gun pointed at Marc. The blade was a foot long, silver triple-edged dagger, with the cross-section being a triple pointed star. The handle was wrapped in leather. The gun was a silver Colt revolver with a wood handle and a Pentagram engraved in the handle.

"Where'd some two-bit like you get a blade like that?" Marc asked shakily.

"First, I have a name, Silver Streak. Second, I got friends in.....low places." Silver said mysteriously with her normal cold tone.

"That, that is not something that's easily procured," Marc said. "Do you know what that is?"

"Ha, of course. It's an Angel Blade." Silver said, a slight smile on her lips. "But, you know what this gun's loaded with?"

Marc couldn't believe his senses. The bullets were the same metal as his sword, Godanium.

"How? How'd you get Godanium?" Marc asked anger and fear in his words.

"Oh. You're not dumb." Silver jeered. "Still, why would I show my hand before the game's even close to ending?"

Game? Is she in on the war? Marc thought to himself.

"Does the name "Nebulon" mean anything to you?" Marc asked smoothly.

"No, I don't think I know anyone by that name." Silver sated.

Oh well. Now, I'm gonna beat the tar out of her.

Marc charged, elbowing Silver's ribcage, bruising it. Then he twisted her arm, causing her to drop her gun, and he kicked her in the stomach, allowing the hostage to break free, and punched Silver in the face hard enough to knock her out.

"Thanks." The woman said, taking her broken glasses off, and threw them in an open dumpster.

"Don't mention it," Marc said humbly.

"Sweet moves, what was that, Kung Fu? And, when you turned that guy's gun to dust, what was that?" The woman asked.

"A mix of martial arts actually, and what that was was Alchemy," Marc explained matter-of-factly, curious that that was the only things she had to ask.

"Huh, Octy's gonna be pissed." The woman muttered alluding to her injuries and lateness.

"Who?" Marc asked, hearing the nickname.

"Oh, Octavia's a friend of mine." The woman explained.

"Oh, I was on my way to speak with her, I, help repair her Cello." Marc lied while plastering on a polite grin.

"Really? She's never mentioned you before." The woman explained. "And her cello isn't even broken. "

"Oh, well, may I still see, just in case, Ms?" Marc drawled on, extending a hand to shake.

"Vinyl Scratch, the best DJ in Canterlot." The DJ introduced, shaking Marc's hand.

The sound of footsteps grabbed Marc's attention. The two turned and watched as Silver Streak was running out of the alley and down the sidewalk.

Vinyl and Marc started to run after Silver, but she zoomed down the street using Marc's motorcycle.

"Dammit, how'd she even wake up that fast?" Marc asked no one in particular. "And HEY! SHE TOOK MY BIKE!"

"Yeah, she has a habit of getting away." Vinyl mused. "Sorry about your bike though."

"Don't mention it," Marc said annoyed. "Shall we go see Ms. Octavia then?"

The two started walking away, towards Vinyl's house.

Vinyl led Marc to a two-floor apartment with some faded white paint, but otherwise in good condition. It had a simple sloped roof. As well as two windows on each side the house and floor. The concrete pathway leading up to a stone staircase that leads to a small roofed porch. The front door was a simple spruce door with a steel knob.

As Marc walked behind the DJ, he subconsciously rubbed his neck with his right hand, not out of anxiety, but a memory. All though, that is a story for another time.

Vinyl opened the front door and invited Marc in, which he accepted and walked in the house.

They walked into a small foyer with a coat tree and a carpet for shoes. And a mat to kick the mud off shoes. There was an entryway to the living room on the right, no was separating the foyer and living room, in the living room was a large Equestria Girls version of a Dell TV on a decently sized wooden stand nestled in the middle of the back wall. On the opposite of the TV and the other side of the room was a dark-brown sofa and a gray-skinned woman with long, black hair, and dressed in sweat pants and a t-shirt watching the news.

On the opposite side of the foyer was the kitchen, the kitchen layout was as followed, there were a stove and oven in the right corner of the back wall. Next to the stove was a tile counter separating the stove from the sink. Under the sink was another cabinet with a dishwasher next to the sink. Above the dishwasher was a wood cabinet nestled into the corner of the wall. There were a fridge and freezer on the wall opposite of the dishwasher, Low's, Marc deduced.

At the back of the house were a staircase that leads to the second floor and a door that lead to the basement.

Marc began taking off his trench coat and hanging it on the coat tree when a segment of the news caught his attention.

"The body of a Canterlot High School Sophomore was found earlier today. Age 16, Smolder Drakus. Her body was found in the back of an ally with slit wrists and a knife next to the body, suggesting it was a suicide. Police are investigating as to the reason. Amanda Swinehart, Channel 3 news." The newscaster finished as the woman on the couch switched the channel.

"Sad." She spoke with a British accent. "I new Smolder, we had biology together."

"Smolder?" Vinyl asked. "Man, Anon-A-Miss got to her, Octy?"

"It seems so," Octavia said absentmindedly. "Oh, welcome back, Vinyl, how was your shopping trip?"

"Unsuccessful." Vinyl stated while pulling out an ice-pack and resting it on her forehead and sitting at the kitchen table.

Octavia got up and walked toward the DJ and attempted to examine her forehead.

"What happened to you?" The cellist asked with worry.

"I got mugged, but Marc here saved me." Vinyl said gesturing to the boy in question.

Octavia turned and Marc still had a polite smile on his face.

"Oh, it was nothing, any friend of Octavia Melody is a friend of mine," Marc said simply, creating a confused look on the cellist's face.

"Friend? I thought you just helped maintain her cello." Vinyl asked.

"Well, no reason we can't be friends, right?" Marc questioned. "Well, Ms. Melody, why don't I go take a look at that cello now."

With this, Marc walked off and Octavia followed, beyond confused.

Octavia's bedroom had a spruce desk, oak-frame bed, bookshelf, dresser, and closet. The bed was in the center of the room and had musical note print sheets and pillows, and a cello print comforter blanket.

Her desk, which was located next to the bed, was a darkened cherry wood and had a black swivel chair and some sheet paper stacked in a neat pile a yellow #2 pencil on the right of the sheet paper.

"OK, I do most of my cello maintenance myself, and if I can't, I go to a repair shop," Octavia stated at Marc with suspicion. "So, who the bloody Hell are you?!"

Marc didn't respond, instead, he reached into his left Jean pocket and pulled out a dark brown leather wallet. He opened it, pulled out and showed Octavia his badge from the FFIA. It had his name, rank, clearance level, code name, and even Power level.

"You rang, the Freedom Fighter Imperial Alliance answered," Marc said simply, showing Octavia his badge still.

"Oh, I didn't expect Principal Celestia's agency to send someone so young," Octavia stated. She then saw Marc's rank, which was the following: Emperor, Head of Council, and High-Lord Grand Admiral. "E-emperor? Of what?"

"The Freedom Fighters," Marc answered.

"Really? Someone as young as you?" Octavia questioned with disbelief.

"Yes, but on Earth, I'm simply Marc Kurtzman." The boy said simply, suddenly, a thought popped in his head. "Where were you during the Friendship Games Rematch?"

"Hm? Oh, I was disqualified after the first round, Celestia gathered the students who were disqualified and gave them the option of either cheering on our fellow students who did pass, or go home or do a social activity of sots. I chose the latter because I had homework to do, as well as practice for my troupe." Octavia elaborated.

"OK. Good to know." Marc said to himself under his breath. "Anyway, why'd you seek help from the FFIA?"

"Call me crazy, but I think my roommate, Vinyl Scratch, is a Vampire." Octavia elaborated.

"OK, what made you think this?" Marc questioned.

"Well, at first it was little things, like when I cut enough to bleed myself readying supper, she insisted on suckling on the wound, and she did it so much that there wasn't any blood left in the wound, she drank it like, like a fine wine. The second time, when I served us spaghetti and meatballs with garlic, she stated she was allergic, and I'm pretty sure no one's allergic to garlic. But what confirmed my suspicion, was the blood bags in the fridge." Octavia elaborated.

"Blood bags in the fridge?" Marc asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, I was going through the fridge for a small snack, when I found blood bags, I confronted Vinyl about it, and she insisted that it was Fruit Punch juice, I continued to talk to her about it, even to the point where I took a sip in order to prove my point, once I tasted it, I spit the blood from my mouth and spilled the blood bag, but the rest of the night was a blur. I woke up with two bite holes on my neck and a crying Vinyl Scratch."

The bedroom was quiet for a few moments. Marc was carefully analyzing the story he had just heard. Not only Vinyl was a vampire, but she also lacks control, severely. While this was a chance to understand the vampire hierarchy and government better-and even infiltrate it- Ms. Scratch fed on a human, first, he has to check if Octavia was turned, after that, has a talk with Vinyl Scratch.

"Excuse me, but, can you do something for me?" Marc asked, reaching into his satchel and pulling out an antique silver hand mirror.

"What?" Octavia asked.

"Look into this and tell me what you see," Marc said, handing the gray-skinned girl the hand mirror.

Octavia held it up her face, and she saw her reflection, just like she should.

"I only see my reflection," Octavia stated, handing Marc the mirror. Marc put it back and pulled out a silver flask with a crucifix engraved on it.

"Okay, now drink from this please," Marc said, holding the flask in his hand outward, waiting for Octavia to take it from his hand. Taking the hint, Octavia took the flask in her hand, Marc watched this closely, looking for any sign of burning. She drank the water from the flask, nothing happened.

"So, do you feel any burning sensations?" Marc asked the Cellist.

"No, just tastes like water." Octavia shrugged and handed Marc back the flask.

"OK. Well, I got good news and bad news." Marc stated, putting the flask back in his satchel. "Which do you wanna hear first?"

"Let's get the good news first." Octavia requested.

"You're not turning into a vampire, these were all tests, you pasted with flying colors. That flask is silver, and filled with Holy Water, courtesy of the blessed Crucifix engraving, also, the reason I asked you to look in the silver mirror was to make sure you can see your reflection, because vamps usually don't have a reflection in antique mirrors like that because they reflect a person's soul, or as the lore goes." Marc explained. "So, you should be fine."

"OK, what year was that mirror made in, you said ancient mirrors, so, how ancient?" Octavia asked, thinking it could be useful, and why Vinyl shows up in the bathroom and bedroom mirror.

"The one I own is Circa 1896." Marc elaborated.

"OK, bad news?" Octavia asked hesitantly.

"I might have to kill Vinyl Scratch," Marc stated simply, shocking the cellist.

"What?!" Octavia whisper-screamed.

"Well, re-kill her, unless she's a Pureblood vampire, so it's just killing her, still, you heard me," Marc stated.

"Why?" Octavia asked.

"From the sound of it, she fed off you, so, I have to see how much self-control she has, and then see if she's fed off living humans before," Marc said. "And depending on how it goes, I'll have to kill her."

Hearing this shocked Octavia at first, but, after taking a moment to mull it over, she saw the logic in the boy's words.

"OK, how are you going to kill her?" Octavia asked.

"Why hoping your girlfriend doesn't feel to much pain if I have to end her?" Marc teased and watched as Octavia blushed. "It's all right, I don't care if your lesbian or bisexual, I honestly couldn't care less what gender a person prefers to date. Anyway, I'll use this." As he said "This" he rolled back his shirt sleeve to reveal his wrist blade gauntlet. It had the makings of a normal wrist blade, only the butt of the blade itself was attached to a steel/Godanium cable. The blade itself also had a small crucifix engraved on it and was a Holy Silver/Godanium alloy.

"The blade is made of Holy silver, the stuff angels use for their blades and swords, and something called Godanium, most powerful metal in the multiverse, basically every kind of magical metal combined into one and enchanted out the wazoo. Also, it can kill gods and is nigh-unbreakable. But, for a vamp, one stab from this in the heart, nice and quick. And all you need to clean her remains is a dust buster or vacuum." After that explanation, he fixed his sleeve. "OK, Ms. Melody, why don't we chat with our resident vampire now."

And with that, he and Octavia walked back into the living room. Vinyl was sitting on the couch with the ice pack over her eye still, but had turned on an Ebony Wings movie, in which she played an arrogant, but woeful vampire who worked for an anti-monster organization and killed vampires and zombies of sorts, Marc had seen it, and wondered if FUNimation was suing or not.

But, before they went into the living room, Octavia stopped Marc and whispered to him.

"Marc, she's my roommate, so is it OK if I tell her what's going to happen, or at least start the conversation?" Octavia questioned.

"I was actually about to ask you if you wanted to do that and start the speaking first," Marc confessed chuckling a little.

"OK." Octavia agreed before the two walked into the living room.

"Hey, Vinyl, we need to talk," Octavia said to the DJ, causing her to worry. Vinyl got up and faced Marc and Octavia.

"What is it Octy?" Vinyl asked her roommate.

"Vinyl, I know you're a vampire, don't deny it. Marc here is with an agency, he's going to see if your a danger to both humans, and yourself, and depending on how it goes, he will kill you." Octavia stated, giving no room for the interruption from her roommate.

Vinyl sighed seeing as she couldn't hide the truth anymore from her friend. She turned to Marc and examined him. His face was indifferent but his blue/light green eyes were examining her as well. He had his right hand in his pocket, gripping his pen, she didn't know why, but she felt a heavy, deep, psychological fear of it. He had saved her in the alley, and he didn't even know her, he was selfless, she could tell that, and ready to do whatever it takes to protect the innocent, but, now that she was a suspect and a danger, he had to be ready to kill her But first, he had to go through the usual.

"OK Marc, what do you want to know?" Vinyl asked him.

Marc took his hand from his pocket and walked a bit to get closer to Vinyl scratch and locked eyes. Marc smirked, it wasn't evil or mean smirk, it was a more relieved smirk.

"Simple stuff, your self-control, the vampire government, and inner circle, if you're a Pureblood or a Bitten or Daywalker or Dhampir and what that means in the vampire government exactly, stuff like that," Marc said. "And maybe some other stuff."

"OK, why don't we do this sitting down." Vinyl said, gesturing to the sofa. The two girls sat on the sofa, while Marc stood in front of the two. Marc grabbed a chair from the kitchen and placed it in front of the sofa facing the girls. Marc sat down and crossed his left leg over his right as he sat on the wood chair.

"OK, Ms. Scratch, please speak clearly and truthfully, speak as well as you can and be fair, I will know when you lie, if you do, I will take it as a reason to take action, resulting in a less, docile, interrogation. I promise to uphold my ends of this deal as well, are we agreed?" Marc stated, beginning his interrogation. "What type of vampire are you, sub-classes included if you fall into those types as well."

"Pureblood, My mom was a Pureblood, my dad was a human, but bitten by my mom before I was born." Vinyl explained. "And I can walk in sunlight, but that's normal for Purebloods."

Marc took out a note pad from his satchel and began scribbling that down.

"OK, how's your self-control, how many times do you get the urge, and how well do you handle it?" Marc asked.

"Um, at least thrice a day, but more whenever I see or smell blood." Vinyl said. "I might go to the hospital or a blood bank and borrow some blood to drink, the Council of Clans and Senate have an agreement with certain hospitals, but, in cases where there are large quantities of blood, like when Octy spilled that blood bag, I couldn't handle myself," Vinyl admitted.

Marc scribbled the new information down.

"OK, how does your vampire type, Pureblood, in this case, fit into the vampire government, and what type of hierarchy the vampire government is?" Marc asked.

"Purebloods have relatively more power than the other vampires, but Political power depends on which clan your descended from. The major Clans, the head vamp clans, are the following: on the top of the heap are the Tepes, direct descendants of Count Vlad Dracula Tepes III himself. In fact, his daughter is the head of the whole thing. Then there's the Draculs, cousins of the Tepes, and after that are this Japanese family called the Kurans, then there are the Frosts. And after that, is the rest of the Purebloods. Then the Dhampirs, but they usually keep to themselves. Bitten have barely any power, but are ambitious and try to work their way up. The Government type? A senate made up of the largest clans." Vinyl explained.

"OK, interesting, very interesting," Marc said to himself, then he scribbled down more notes. "Um, a personal position in the government."

"Um, I, personally, um, I clean up stuff, like keep us a secret, make sure not too many people we don't trust know about us, stuff like that." Vinyl explained as Marc scribbled all that info down as noticeable worry crept up to Octavia's features, and Marc noticed this.

"Don't fret Octavia, I'm sure Vinyl trusts you," Marc said, attempting to console her, once he was sure she was fine, he continued the conversation. "Continue, Ms. Scratch."

"That's it." Vinyl said. "Anything else you wanna know?"

Marc thought for a second, examining the two, he recalled that when he first came here, he was recorded on a camera early in the morning in his golden armor and dueling two demons. It was a miracle that the FFIA could suppress the original video, but not before it had spread to the internet. They never found the person or persons who recorded it, until now. But, that's if Marc's instinct was right.

"Where were you girls at least a few days before the Friendship Games Rematch at, at least, 4:00 A.M?" Marc asked calmly.

"Um, what does that have to do with anything?" Vinyl asked confused.

"Just answer the question!" Marc snapped, then he changed his mood to a softer one. "Please."

"Uh, I think he's talking about the night where we saw that golden man fight those demons on the rooftop." Octavia guessed.

"Oh, we were getting some coffee for Octavia's troupe at Cakes' Cafe when we saw this gold dude fight some demons. I got it all on video and posted it, but it was taken down a day later, but the power of the 'net beat whoever took it down and it was shared and re-shared. But, somehow it was taken down later." Vinyl explained.

"OK, A; I ordered it taken down. B; you caused a lot of headaches with that, and C; thank you for being honest." Marc said, rubbing his temples.

At first, Vinyl would have protested, but seeing her current position, she remained silent, and she of her agreed with him.

"Well, I must get going," Marc said as he got up off the chair and placed it back in the kitchen. Then he donned his trench coat.

"So that's it? Vinyl gets to live?" Octavia questioned as she got up.

"Yes, I know how to see the difference between an innocent soul, and a guilty one," Marc stated, looking at the Pureblood, then he walked back over to them and handed them a card with his and the FFIA's contact info on it. "Here, in case you ever need some more help. And, Vinyl, I'd like to speak with the head of the council, if you don't mind."

Vinyl nodded. "I'll see what I can do."

Marc thanked her and then left.

He walked down the sidewalk and went back to the alleyway.

He looked 'round and picked up the angel blade. It was standard issue, but useful. He put it in his satchel.

Then, he examined the revolver, to anyone else it was a simple Colt revolver, but Marc wasn't anyone else. He examined it, on the barrel was a Latin inscription.

"Non timebo mala." Marc read aloud. "I will fear no evil."

He was gonna have to examine it more deeply, but if he was right, he could have one of the greatest weapons used for fighting evil. He continued his stroll and stopped where his bike was parked. His helmet was discarded on the ground. Marc picked it up to see if there was any damage.

Only a few scratches, good. Now, transportation.

Marc got his phone from his pocket to summon another motorcycle. He chose an electric blue Harley and drove it to his house, it was an uncomfortable ride, but he got there as dusk started to make itself known. He requested someone retrieve the Harley. Then he sent a text to Worthington.

Hey, mission's done. Almost all went well, we might get a sit-down with the Council. But, it seems this world has an anti-monster Cult called the Silver Crosses. I need you to look into it. Also, somehow, the leader of a squad I came across working for the SC had an Angel Blade and what might be the Colt revolver, as in the "can kill anything in creation aside from five certain beings" Colt revolver. I'm going to examine it, and if tests read positive, keep it for a rainy day.

After he sent the text and walked in the house. He hung his trench coat on one of the coat hooks and put his helmet next to it on the cabinet in the mudroom. He kicked off his shoes and put them on the black shoe mat.

He then walked into the living room and saw that Home Run, Velvet Breeze, and Sunset Shimmer had changed from the dark, gritty-ness of Arrow, and changed it to the anime Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood.

"Good choice," Marc said, making himself known.

"Oh, hey Marc, how'd the mission go?" Velvet asked.

"Meh, I got a little roughed up, but did what I was called out to do." Marc shrugged.

"Cool," Sunset said.

"Y'know, I fought the Homunculi once. One of the toughest fights of my life," Marc said, sitting down on the couch next to Sunset.

"Really?" Home Run asked in disbelief.

"Really," Marc stated, stone-faced. "So, which episode ya on?"

"Only 04," Sunset explained.

Marc now caught up, got a cup of water real quick, then watched the anime with his friends for the rest of the day.

Author's Note

Sorry about the late and long AF chapter, whole bundle of stuff delayed me. Just a bit of world building before we get into the larger stuff. Also, for the 8 of you that actually like this, thank you, thank you a whole bunch. You guys/girls are why I'm still writing this.