"We're almost caught up to the demon, I can smell it!" Vancha march, one of my best friends announced. Mr. Crepsley sighed inwardly.
"I do not know how anyone could smell anything over the putrid odor of your unhygienic appearance," The red-haired vampire growled in annoyance. I'm used to his liking for big words and need to sound impressive so I'll translate: "take a bath". Everyone except Vancha seemed to realize that there was no hope. Two of us were going to die according to Mr. Tiny and we all agreed that whoever lived would be the unlucky soul. Apparently, two of our deaths were prophesized due to our "friend" Desmond Tiny or – as he's more commonly referred to as- Destiny. We had already missed four of our five chances to change fate by killing the Vampaneeze Lord. That's why we're here.
At this point in time we're walking down the streets of Mr. Crepsley's Hometown… okay, more like the alleyways. The night sky barely shown through the shadow of the two buildings, but we didn't need much light to see.
Vancha froze in his tracks. Mr. Crepsley looked at him with his classic raised-eyebrow-grumpy-expression.
"What? Cannot face the truth? Well I ha~" I smacked my hand over my smartmouthing mentor's mouth suddenly realizing why Vancha stopped. "Mph," Mr. Crepsley reached up to pry my hand away then let it drop to his side as, he too, noticed the strange human smell. It wasn't quite human but not vampaneeze or vampire either. More cave-like. Bat-like?
At once a maniacal laugh broke out from just outside the alley. Slowly, making as little noise as possible, we crept forward towards the source of the strange voice now chattering on about some "plan" to kill some girl named Rachel Dawes. Harkat stayed back. His breathing might alert whoever was around the corner.
I nudged Mr. Crepsley and pointed up to the ladder a little above my head. Ever so slightly he nodded and, for a brief moment I thought I saw a flash of approval. I leapt up and began my assent. Deftly climbing the fire escape rail, I heaved myself over and crawled to the edge of the building so I could watch the scene. This might give us a lead on the Vampaneeze Lord, I thought to myself. A muffled gasp slipped out of my mouth as I saw who was laughing like they were straight out of a loony-bin.
A tall, green-haired man (about the same shade as Vancha's hair) with a white-painted face was ranting hysterically at a dude with wavy short dirty-blonde hair.
"Why so serious?" He yelled, causing his green mop of tangled hair (it was even worse than Vancha's!) to wave wildly. The guy he was shouting at cringed visibly. The insane man tossed his head to the night sky and, with the help of my vampire vision and the light of the moon, I noticed more of his facial features.
Two long scars stretched up from the corners of his mouth making it seem as though even when he was frowning, he'd always be smiling. If you looked at him from the left side, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference between him and a demented version of Mr. Crepsley! Around the scars and his mouth, he had red paint. His eyes were covered with black makeup to make dark circles around them. I sniffed deeply but the only smell that came from him was something similar to what Vancha smells like on one of his most unhygienic days.
Of course there was still that bat/human smell. But other than that, there was no reason to believe that this messed up person was associated with the Vampaneeze. Then again, with the way this weirdo was acting, there was no reason to believe he wasn't associated with them.