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Dante was amazed. These battle-hardened veterans needed no orders from an apprentice tactition. Especially not Dante, simply because everyone knew he was the rookie, the fresh meat. He tried his best, though, and managed a few orders in as the mages walked steadily down the halls, arrows flying and missing their bodies by mere inches. Somehow Dante came out of the battle unscathed as well, not even a tear on his clothes to be seen. When his party returned to the long library at the heart of the castle, Raven and the barbarian were already lounging in wait. Soon thereafter his father and Zephiel came, both of them smiling. THe library bursted into casual conversation, just as it had when Dante had first walked into the dining halls. Something about the cheery atmosphere must have caught Dante in a soft spot, for he left the room and started towards the stairs to his quarters. Some of the earlier events of the evening came back to him, and he again came to wonder if what Zephiel had said was true. 'Am I a vampire?' he thought to himself, feeling at his upper canines. Just as Zephiel had said: Not razor-sharp, but close. He pushed the matter aside, wondering not of who was a vampire, but what vampires really are. Zephiel's voice came from near behind him, answering that question in his eerily calm voice. "Vampires are monsters. No matter where you look for them, it is in the hunt that you will find them. That is, unless they want to find you. We are nocturnal creatures, we thrive on blood and moonlight. The sun is no more irritating than to any human, that the sun kills us was just an old myth passed down. But you see, Vampires are not all fancy clothes and blood wine, my lad. We--" Dante cut him off. "You keep saying we" he said, snarling. "I am not a vampire, even according to what you told me. Only half, if any at all." Zephiel simply grinned, and said "It was not you that I was referring to, Dante. It was the rest of the Order. We are all Vampires." He motioned with his hand as he passed Dante, starting up the stairs to his bedroom. "Come, a palaver is in need"
Jareth Black · Sat Apr 09, 2005 @ 10:06am · 1 Comments |
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