Hans von Strakenhoff looked out across the battlefield, surveying the destruction he and Sven had wrought, watching the last f

Hans von Strakenhoff looked out across the battlefield, surveying the destruction he and Sven had wrought, watching the last few pockets of empire resistance fall beneath the shambling hordes of zombies and skeletons. He watched impassively as the living deserters were cut down by swarms of fell bats.

But that wasn't the real reason why he still remained above ground and not asleep inside his dark, comfy crypt. He searched the field from his vantage point, worry tightening the already taunt skin around his eyes.

But he relaxed. There was Sven, leading a regiment of grave guard against an empire general and his greatswords, which were swiftly crushed. Hans smiled to himself as Sven made a show of parrying the general's thrust, before lopping off his limbs and finally granting him the mercy of a beheading, no doubt knowing that he was watching.

Hans reflected on that; before he met Sven, he was especially dark and emotionless, even for a vampire. But now, Sven made him smile more than he ever had in his life. Although he told him that smiling was good for you, even for a vampire, Hans wasn't so sure. His cheeks were starting to ache with the use.

By this time all of the empire invaders were killed. Hans thought it was high time to finally depart for the crypt. He saw Sven use that wing mutation Hans grew for him to soar over the battlefield and towards the crypt. Hans smiled to himself. A race it would be, then, he thought with a smile. Ouch.

And that's it for my first chapter. Short, I know, but I've written more. Except it's on paper, so it's a bitch to copy. Looking forward to your reviews!