Author's Note: First of all, I am terribly sorry for keeping you waiting! Sorry, but I just couldn't pick out the time! I've been really busy! Well, hope all of you here at Fanfiction.net forgive me. This doesn't really look like my best work, its sort of all over the place, I wrote a chapter each day which caused such a over the head vocabulary discomfort:). Also, please read this very slowly. That way and ONLY that way, u'll be able to understand and visualize wats happening.

CHAPTER 8

Time froze, everything stopped. The horror in front of Him was the only thing he was afraid of at that time:

Christopher Brian's ghost, or the 'Vampire Crow' as he so calls himself, was about to suck away Peter's soul! Eric wouldn't forgive himself if that happened, he was there to 'set things right', not let another human die!

'I already failed two times,' He thought, 'I'm not gonna let it happen again! NEVER again!'

And with that, he started running towards his foe as fast as his weaken legs would take him.

A few feet away; The Vampire Crow, had his deadly teeth almost inserted into Spiderman's throat, while his hands toyed with Parker's mind, causing the Amazing Spiderman to lose his sanity and faint into his arms. Brian's mouth drew closer and closer towards Spiderman's neck, if he wasn't wearing his mask now, you could've seen his eye balls roll all the way to the back of his head as the Vampire bit his throat.

Suddenly, Eric grabbed Brian by the shoulders and quickly yanked him off of Spiderman, who fell to the ground – unconscious. But . . . before Draven could re-act, the Vampire Crow squeezed Eric's throat with all of his might and pinned him against the wall. Wasting no time, Brian once again bit Eric on his neck. Sucking his blood. He slowly moaned in enjoyment. Draven couldn't even scream, his eyes were wide opened in grave pain as his soul was threatening to burst out, he could hardly breath. The sound of blood sucking filtered this dark, rainy-night. Eric's eyes slowly fell once the last drop was drunk.

"Enough…" Hissing, the evil soul released his grip on the throat and threw Eric's numb body on the floor. Waiting there a little, he proceeded up the small flight of stairs. Blood, was dripping from his mouth, his chin, red. Brian widened his arms and looked up to meet the rapid-pouring rain. He laughed loudly in the name of the devil. The water washed away the blood on his face. He continued to celebrate his victory. His teeth were blood red, black at some point. (Ok, so I'm not much good on explaining his face…. Use your imagination:) Brian swallowed the remaining blood and twisted his head around to see his two fallen enemies, lay there like helpless little bugs.

"Ha, ha, ha, fools." But his victory was short-lived, Brian widened his eyes when he saw Draven's body slowly rolled back and emerged, sitting on one knee!

"Back so soon?" the Vampire, said sarcastically, shaking his head.

Eric's face was masked with his long, dark hair, shadow of the night didn't help it either. Of course at a point when lightning flashed, revealing two black stripes across Draven's eyes. His lips darkened and a pattern of black skin formed a smile, a dangerous smile. Thunder roared again.

"I'm not good at resting in peace." The Crow stood up.

Brian's ghost leapt down from the generator and broke a 1.5-meter metal rod while doing it.

"You're not good at anything."

"Well, now I wouldn't say 'anything'. I am good at kicking your ass."

The Vampire Crow, didn't like that at all, he hated when people taunted at him, even when he was alive, yet, he shot back a smile. "Here," he said, throwing the metal rod, "This will help you."

Crow caught the rod in mid-air, he studied at his present for a second. Then, WHAM! Slammed the stick on his knee! Breaking it in half. He smiled his signature smile and threw back one half of the stick.

"Those things will kill you." Crow mocked.

"I'm already dead!"

"Big deal!"

The Vampire Crow narrowed his eyes, jealousy gurgling through his stomach. His eyes flashed red, indicating that he was about to teleport. Eric could hear the whoosh sound again, the vampire crow himself, started to fade away into the darkness of the night, unknown to all when and where.

Then all of the sudden out of no where he re-appeared right in front of Eric's face!

"whooosh YOU THINK YOU CAN DEFEAT MEE?!!!!"

The dark soul pushed Eric violently on the shoulders, causing Crow to tremble back a few steps.

"What do you want?" Eric said slowly, keeping his cool. Brian still had the metal rod. And that was bad, not that he cared.

"Hmpf, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha," This evil being started circling around Eric, toying with the weapon in his hands and smiling if had just gotten a birthday present. "I'm a prior of evil Draven." He hissed, back and forth in his ear, "My soul is dark, - tortured, and yet, brutally kept alive. I have the powers to destroy your pathetic being in one strike! While you, ehin (in) the other hand, are not dead, nor alive . . . you're NOTHING!"

"Same as you are." Crow smirked back at his enemy. Brian was now behind of Eric; he waited no second and stroked the rod aiming at his head!

Crow ducked out at the last available second and with a swift move, caught Brian by his striking hand and hit him back with his rod! SLAM! Right in the face!

Now it was Brain's time to scream in terror! A chunk of his flesh flew across the roof due to the impact! Just imagine how it might feel to be hit by a steel rod across your face with the speed of light! Brian fell down – unconscious by the damage. His neck/cheek looked horrible! The sight could even cause some doctors to vomit! Green-blood dripped from the wound; his neck-bone and jawbone was almost viewable. Flesh, tissues, blood veins, all of this was hanging out from their places. But, some of the torn veins started to slowly, very slowly, merge together, as if it were curing it self, that quick.

Eric was now on his feet, he couldn't believe the horror in front of him. The blood-veins in Brian's throat were slurping around like worms in a pond; His muscles slowly covered the neck-bone. His mouth started to form back. Followed by his white-skin, which masked it.

Eric took the other half of the rod, which belonged to The Vampire Crow. He just might need it a few minutes later.

The skin continued to flow over Brian's damaged throat. It arduously cured the remains of his face. Soon: as the last skin muffled up into one . . . Brian's scarred eyes popped opened! He flipped to his feet with rage! His eyes almost came out of their sockets.

The Crow was ready to strike with his double-rods, and he took one back handed strike, he missed, the Vampire Crow ducked away this time and grabbed Eric's head passing out terrible visions!

Pain,

Sadness,

Suffering . . . The smell of a gun shot, "Go to Hell." Shelly screaming, "Sorry Baby! You FIRST!"

"NOO!!!" Eric jerked out of the monster's claws, slamming into a near-by wall. Christopher Brian had on his deadly smile, his eyes flashed red again, ready to disappear into the night. Crow looked over his shoulders, he was breathing real hard, that vision, that vision from when he was killed . . . how did Brian get that? The Vampire was slowly fading away once again, his body changed into a ghost-like figure, in other words – 'see through'.

"Buhbyeee!" He hissed smiling, waving his middle finger.

NO! Eric quickly grabbed Brian's head and on doing so, his shadowy figure zapped back to normal.

"NOW its MY turn!" Crow hissed back into Brian's ear trying to remind him how he died! But . . . it backfired! Rather than passing a vision, it was as if Eric was receiving one! A vision that would answer to most of the questions this story asks.

(TO BE CONTINUED)

Author's Note: Hope this didn't bore you guys. Some parts of it sure bored me! Sorry! Please let me know what u think! Sorry again! Please, feel free to 'flame' me. I only learn more about writing from it.