Sebastian had been contemplating leaving the Titans and joining the Justice League. He'd also been spending time with his new 'master' Kaci. She didn't seem all too keen on him hanging around and calling her Mistress, which made it all the more fun. However when the Dark Commandos and their mysterious 'Leader' summoned him and Admiral Fluffy Paws they had no choice but to leave and go see what 'he' wanted. He was rather surprised to see not the whole team but Blade there. He was rather surprised to see he was getting paired up with @blade. Andrew was far from his first choice of a partner, he'd rather work with Lilith or Leif. But Andrew was better than Celeste, mostly because he seemed to not hate him as much as she did.

They were told there was a vampire worshiping cult in the Arizona desert, believed to be an off shoot of the Church of Blood. If that much is true they'd know Sebastian and eagerly let him in. Well provided they were close to the main Church of Blood which still seemed to want him back. Sebastian was adamant that he refused to go back to them, even an off shoot. But a finger hovering above a button was enough to get him to relax and go with it.

Cut to a plane flying over the desert just past sun down. Sebastian extinguished his cigarette and did one last check of equipment. He had Scylla's Fang, his throwing knives and everything else, including the Bible of Blood in a backpack.

"Ya ready Blade? If the intel is right these are real vampires we might be dealing with. Not the little Hills Have Eyes redneck vampires you dealt with."

'Must you be such an ass?'

Admiral Fluffy Paws asked sitting beside him.

"Kinda yeah. It's fun. Plus how else do you describe vampires who hide out in a barn in the sticks?"

'How is it they let you keep reading private files?'

"I'm pretty."

The light shifted to green signaling they were to jump. Sebastian kicked the parachute to the side and walked to the door.  Admiral Fluffy Paws walked up beside him and Sebastian glanced over at Blade.

"C'mon Blade, let's do this."

With a whoop he jumped out the door and began free falling as Admiral Fluffy Paws followed. Sebastian was having fun, flipping and spinning before he eventually shifted into a bat and flew down to the ground, shifting back. He grabbed a cigarette and lit it, sighing lightly, waiting for Blade to meet up with him.

Of all the people Andrew could have worked with alone for a mission, Sebastian was probably the worst. Yes, Belmont hated him, but he didn't really feel anything stronger than mild aversion to her. He respected that she loathed vampires every bit as much as he did. With the vampire, or "Incupire", however, Andrew found every second a struggle to avoid reaching his itching trigger finger towards a weapon. It was almost certain that Sebastian had some fancy powers that would make a drawn-out fight take far longer than it should, but the man was still a vampire, and if he was shot through the chest with a crossbow bolt, he'd still turn into a nice pile of dust. 

The worst part, however, was that, when they were in the confined space of the aeroplane, Sebastian seemed to feel none of the animosity that Andrew did. It might have been almost bearable if the boy had just shut up once on their flight. At the jab about both Andrew's hometown and the sort of action he'd seen before, the vampire just turned to Sebastian with a glare. He didn't really want to hold a conversation with him. He wasn't chatty at the best of times with someone he actually liked being around, but with a vampire he loathed before a mission? A wall would probably be a more rewarding conversationalist.

In his head, however, he thought that, if SHIELD would leave him and Sebastian in a room together, Andrew would show the cocky youngster exactly what he'd do to a proper vampire. Andrew had been across most of America and even some other countries, and he'd fought any type of vampire he could think of. Cold, ancient vampires with experience who killed like a mortal man would swat a fly. Crazed monsters with barely enough brains to fill an eggcup. Ethereal dwimmerlaiks that immersed themselves in dark magic, hoping to conquer even worse powers. Even the bumbling young ones, with no experience and no control besides picking their next victim.

Andrew watched as his "partner" took off with reckless abandon, throwing himself out the window, and took a more measured approach. He tightened the straps on his parachute, checked them, and then took a small jump from the door. He gave himself twelve seconds of freefall that seemed to stretch forever as he took in the scene below him. A desert. At first it looked blank and featureless, but then as it came more into view, he took in more and more. Sand dunes, oases, shacks, even a town of two. All this, from a plane a couple of miles up. And then it was time to pull the chute.

As he floated down by Sebastian, Andrew used the knife he kept in his cross to slash the straps of the parachute and roll free, leaving the material to be blown away by the desert breeze.
"Let's get this over with," He muttered. "Where to?"

Sebastian and Andrew actually had more in common than most would think, not just species. Sebastian had spent some free time hunting rogue vampires. However where as people like Andrew and Celeste seemed to kill any vampire who even sniffled in their direction, Sebastian would take out the rogues. Yes he didn't like it but he knew vampires running wild would only make it harder for people like him and Andrew, whether he'd admit it or not, to live a normal after-life. Sebastian wasn't the type to spend all his time hunting down any non-humans. It seemed completely pointless to him.

"South."

He said calmly as Andrew caught up to him. Admiral Fluffy Paws walked between them, an attempt to try and stop one or the other if need be.

"These people are as insane as they are dangerous."

'If they're part of the Church of Blood.'

Sebastian nodded his head. He didn't know if they were part of the Church like the intel said or if they just had similarities that caused some confusion given the area and all. The two walked in silence before Sebastian stopped by an old shack. Nothing more than an old shed that hadn't seen use in decades. Sebastian looked it over and noticed the old smell of dried blood coming from inside it and an old black feather stuck in the door.

"Any...any chance he came back from Hell by now?"

'Him or the bird?'

"Yes?"

'Probably, with your luck.'

He glanced over at Andrew before continuing on his way. He hadn't been out this way since the night he killed his father and grandmother and anyone else in his way. He'd tried countless ways to keep the night from his head but that was impossible.

"There's a small ghost town just over the next dune. They're hiding somewhere underneath it. Doesn't make sense though. I mean vampires need blood, out here you've got a handful of rabbits, lizards and vultures which by now would be avoiding the area. Terrible place for a vampire coven. Sure people go missing in the desert all the time, but the nearest major road is over a day's flight from here. Animals can do the trick, but still, bad idea."

He was more thinking out loud. Yes he was sure Andrew knew all this but still, things weren't adding up. Either they had a farm hidden somewhere or there were tunnels. He didn't like this and flicked his cigarette into the sand and drew his Fang as he called it and prepared for an attack.

"Just try not to stake me by 'mistake'."