Feelings of all Sorts
Chapter 5
Authors Note: I AM SO SORRY!
Allen watched the two of them and sighed. They both seemed completely in love, but his master needed new Phantoms, so what was he to do? Well, Allen dryly thought, I could leave them be and return to my master empty handed… Just at the very thought sent a cold shiver down his spine at the last time he returned empty-handed to his master. That had been an ugly ordeal. He was lucky to make it out alive. No, Allen thought, I have to do this. With his mind made up, he took some smoke pellets out of his pocket and threw them everywhere. Guilt-Na-Zan and Vincent coughed and Vincent felt a tug on his arm. He looked up and saw Allen, next thing he knew, he was being taken away. Guilt-Na-Zan yelled and began to follow after them. Before he knew, he was changing forms again. Allen, noticing his distress, called out to him.
"If you want your little back, I suggest you come to my master's palace on the night of the red moon!"
With that said, Allen and Vincent disappeared into the weeping sky. Guilt-Na-Zan looked up at the sky and cursed his small form. He'd get Vincent back. Even if it meant spilling every ounce of blood to do so. Vincent was his and nothing would stop him from getting him back. Allen looked at the struggling Vincent in his arms. He hoped his master would be happy with the bat. He could say that the vampire will come and rescue him. He felt a smirk form on his face. Oh, Allen mused, He will rescue the bat. He may not be in once piece, but he will show.