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Fleders.

Unlike their other vampiric cousins, Fleders display a meager amount of intelligence, making them seem like mindless animals with no redeeming factors. However, while its true that they lack the ability to act in the shadows like their more intelligent brethren, they make up for it in sheer brutality.

Vicious and fast lesser vampires, these creatures have been known to gut their unfortunate prey in fits of pure rage. Rumors tell that even trained Witchers have been overwhelmed by their speed and ferocity in combat. They have been also known to use the membranes under their arms as pseudo wings, gliding silently upon those unlucky enough to be trespassing upon their hunting grounds.

Fortunately, these beasts are rarely seen in large groups and mostly prefer to hunt in solitude or in small packs. Fleders like to occupy ancient forests or abandoned cemeteries and rarely stray from their territory.

There are exceptions of course. Sometimes Fleders congregate in large numbers to migrate to different hunting grounds, but such occurrences are very rare and even then the numbers rarely reach to 20.

A gathering of hundreds? An absurd thought with extremely low chances of happening.

Unfortunately thats exactly what was happening in the Blue Mountains.


The sounds of growling and snarling filled the air as the unholy gathering of Fleders moved along the uneven paths of the Blue Mountains. Hundreds of hungry gazes scanned their surroundings, hoping to sink their fangs into something living as they marched forward in uneven gaits. Some of them had opted to climb along the cliff side, jumping from a stony wall to the next as they followed the ground group.

The moon shined brightly on the sky, casting an eerie glow on the rabid lesser vampires, a sight that could no doubt spread terror to an entire army if they were to witness it. Shockingly, this was not the most dangerous thing about the advancing horde. No, the most dangerous aspect was who had gathered them all.

There was only one group of creatures that could achieve such an impossible feat. The elites among the vampiric tree.

True Higher Vampires.

"Dont fookin drop me ye daft cunts!"

Traveling at the middle of the army, sitting atop of the shoulders of two Fleders was one of these creatures.

"Why must I keep reminding ye?" The heavily accented man sighed. "Treat yer fookin King with caution!"

The two Fleders growled at him, but remained silent otherwise. While they were almost animals, they understood the difference in hierarchy. Higher Vampires were at the top of the food chain and lesser vampires at the bottom, serving as brawn to the elite if they had a need for them.

"Fleders, always the same.." The man rolled his eyes. "Ye say one thing and after five seconds they forge-STOP STEPPING ON ME CAPE!" He growled, slapping his servants on the head.

The man was eccentric to say the least. He was very portly, border lining on obese, and was wearing an outfit that clashed horribly with the surrounding Fleder. His chubby face was pale while his cheeks were laden with spots of red make up. His lips were gleaming with red lipstick and his eyes were lined with a heavy tone of purple. His short gray hair was combed neatly in a slick back style.

His legs were covered with white tights that reached to his kneecaps and adorning his feet were a pair of pointed black low shoes with gold trimmings at the top. A patterned purple waistcoat with a white shirt underneath covered the mans rather round upper body and a large black silk cape with a red lining rested at his shoulders. Finally, perched at the top of his head, was a small crown covered with purple gems.

"Yer King had this custom made in Toussaint!" He huffed, causing the his servants to give the Fleder equivalent of a sigh. If they had the capacity to roll their eyes in frustration they would have done so multiple times already.

The Higher Vampire examined his blackened nails with a sharp look. His servants were a handful, but he would overlook their simple minded mistakes for now. A King must treat his servants with patience, even if they were daft and utterly stupid.

The sound flapping of wings found its way into the mans ear, causing him to nonchalantly look up. A bat was making its way towards him from the front of the mob. He raised a brow at the sight and slowly raised his hand in preparation.

The small creature plopped itself into its masters waiting palm. The man leaned towards the bat, staring at it in complete silence.

After a few seconds, a large grin appeared on his face.

"Excellent." He chuckled, while the bat disappeared in a puff of smoke. He clapped his hands twice, causing the entire army of savages to immediately to stop and turn towards him. Such was the power of an Higher Vampire.

"Alright listen up ye fookin wank stains!" He bellowed with authority. "This here path should takes us right into the plough zone!" He pointed towards the narrow path that formed a ledge in the mountain pass.

"The gate to the realm where that little witch, Francesca Findabai-ber-bull- whatever the fook her last name is, and her other tumor eared servants fled to is right there!"

He rubbed his hands together in anticipations. "The plan is simple! We go there and conquer her little hidden Kingdom for ourselves." The man placed a hand on his chest and stuck his nose up. "With me ruling over ye of course."

The Fleders around him fidgeted in anticipation of the coming hunt.

He ignored the lack of praise from his servants. "Expect heavy resistance when we arrive at the gate!" He raised a finger. "Remember, the best hunter gets the honor of being me toilet attendant!" The man stood up, balancing himself atop the shoulders of his increasingly frustrated servants.

"But enough talk!" He took a deep breath..

..and let out an ear piercing screech.

The horde of lesser vampires screeched and roared in response, before turning around and charging up the path like deranged dogs.

"Yer King is expecting good resul-AATS!" He yelped in surprise when the Fleder underneath him also joined the others in the assault, causing him to fall head first into the hard ground.

"Fffok!"


On the other side, down the path of the rocky pass, stood a small rugged valley of stone hidden at the center of the Blue Mountains. This valley served as the location of the gate between the realms, the very same gate that the famed sorceress Francesca Findabair used to transport her people away from this world.

The exact location of the gate had been hidden with complex illusion spells and wards to keep any curious souls away from reaching it. Unfortunately, even the strongest spells cant resist the decaying nature of time. This had the unlucky effect of creating small gaps in the magical barrier. Gaps that their foes would gladly use to their advantage.

"Are you certain that he will come?" A soft voice inquired.

Standing at the center of the valley, right next to the spherical stone gate, stood three people.

"Positive. The fool is too prideful and mad to let this chance slip." A young woman with with green robes and a short blonde hair replied dryly, her red eyes rolling in annoyance.

"Indeed, it would be extremely out of character for him not to." The third person, a bald middle aged man wearing a witch hunter armor replied firmly.

"Oh? I did not know you knew him so well." The first person replied softly.

"Who doesn't? Every damn Higher Vampire has at least heard of him." The woman sighed. "Idiot has made sure of that with his ramblings."

"Indeed and I still cannot believe the Elder of his region hasn't kicked him out yet." The man muttered, shaking his head with a scowl.

"Because the Elder thinks hes funny. Thats literally the only reason he keeps him around." The green robed woman deadpanned.

The man grunted. "That will soon change." He turned towards the first person. "If your little plan works, Francesca."

Blue eyes stared at him stoically."My people have suffered enough already, Tharcius." Francesca Findabair, Queen of Dol Blathanna, said firmly. Her red dress flowed gently in the wind as she took a single step foward.

"I will not let the mad one and his army of savages to destroy the peace that we all fought for."

Tharcius raised a brow at the claim and crossed his arms. "So you say." He glanced at the green robed woman. "Nirna, whats the situation?"

Nirna stared at the road that lead to the valley. " The Fleders should arrive right about.." She drawled and snapped her fingers with a bored look. "...now."

Her assessment was right on track as the army of rabid beasts burst out from the main road in a flurry of screeching and snarling. Their wicked eyes fell on Francesca, causing them to immediately advance towards her in murderous rage, the orders of their King flaring vividly in their mind.

"Hmm, strange.." Nirna muttured to herself, completely ignoring the advancing army.

"What?" Tharcius asked in confusion.

"Hes not with the army." Nirna droned out.

"Impossible. He always likes to watch the main event, his idiotic nature wouldn't let him miss his moment of triumph. " Tharcius clenched his fists in rage. "Do not tell me that he knows of the plan?" He almost snarled out the question.

Nirna shook her head. "Absolutely not. He never learns after all."


On the other side of the valley

A cloud of dust streaked its way trough the rocky path.

"YOUFOOKINDARETODROPYERKINGIWILLTURNYEINTOHAGGISCHOCOLATECROISANTCU-"


"He will definitely come. Theres no point for us to stay here any longer." Nirna said with finality before turning around. "Our work here is done. We will leave it to you." She nodded at Francesca, before disappearing in a burst of red mist.

Tharcius cast one last glare towards the nearing army. "We will be counting on you to remove that pest once and for all." He then followed Nirnas example and disappeared into mist.

Francesca watched silently as the two Higher Vampires left her alone to deal with the savages. It was only natural, Higher Vampires were forbidden to kill their own kind after all. She was honestly surprised that they even bothered to help her as much as they did. They very rarely, if ever, interacted with others in their true nature.

"OUTOFTHEFOOKINWAYTHEENEMYISRIGHTHERE!"

Ah, there he is.

The sorceress watched as a speeding dust cloud of profanities rushed trough the Fleder.

She placed her hand on the portal, causing it to spring into life as blue arcane energies coursed trough it. Her eyes glowed blue as the elf muttered ancient incantations in concentration.

After a few seconds the mystic glow in her eyes faded.

Just in time to see the mad king lunge himself at her with terrifying speed.

"YER DEAD YE SOAP RIDDEN LITTLE-"

Francesca took a single step to the side.

Time slowed down as the Kings eyes widened in shock when the elf was replaced with a view of swirling blue energies.

Huh.

.

.

.

YE CLEVER FOO- He never had the time to finish his sentence as he smoothly disappeared into the portal.

The jaws of every single Fleder fell.

Francesca smirked. "Told them that I would not fail."

The mighty sorceress raised her hands, arcane energies flowing through them. "Well then." She said to the flabbergasted Fleder.

"Your turn is next."


?

The King tumbled trough an endless whirlwind of colors and noises, his cape flapping behind him gracefully.

Well, as gracefully as it could while simultaneously choking the ever living daylights out of him.

"Francesca!" He croaked out. "I will have yer fookin head for this!"

The Vampire grabbed the neck of his cape, desperately trying to undone the straps that held it in place. The witch must have casted some kind of spell on it.

"Why you little!"

He didn't even notice when the scenery around him suddenly changed, replaced with a starry night sky.

"Ha! Got it!" He yelled in triumph as the straps opened up. "No spell can best the King of the Fled-"

*CRACK*

The sound of cracking bones echoed in the sky as the mighty King fell head first onto the hard stone ground. His cape slowly glided down from the sky, landing atop of his prone body.