Klara awoke to find she was still in the forest. She could hear voices around her but could not place who they were or were they were coming from, she looked down to find her armour was gone only her leather corset, leather boots and chain mail remained. A thin white bandage, stained with blood went around her side, covering her wound. She scrunched her eyebrows together, wondering what had happened while she was passed out, she came out of her thought when she heard someone approaching, she sensed that the person was male and a mortal. Klara moved her hand to her side and felt the sharp dagger still strapped to her side, the unknown man came closer and closer when he was close enough she jumped from where she was lying. He was obviously not expecting what had happened when Klara pinned him to a tree with a dagger up to his throat, her eyes were blazing blue and her fangs were bared. The people around drew swords and moved closer.
"Who are you?" she hissed. His eyes were fixed on her and they didn't move, she noticed that he was not afraid shocked just surprised. The people drew closer around her, the sharp dagger dug into his throat enough to draw blood, she watched as the warm liquid trickled down his throat, her mouth watered as she thought about the taste of the freshly spilt blood. She came out of her daze and looked back up at the man pinned to the tree, her cold icy eyes immediately met his warm brown ones.
"Who are you?" she was getting annoyed now.
"John," he almost struggled with the cold blade pressing against his jugular. The men stood around the two ready to pounce on the vampire but John signaled for them to back away and so they did. Klara then noticed them all backing up so she slowly took the dagger away from his throat and stepped away, she watched as he walked forward, touched his throat, took his hand away and notice the blood, although it wasn't deep enough to cause serious damage it did sting. He wiped the blood in his trousers and looked up at Klara, her eyes now a warm hazel. The men around them kept their eyes on her as they lowered their weapons, she gave them a cold look before turning away.
"Now then," John broke the silence, "back to work everyone, everything is ok," he assured his men, they all looked at him in shock, is he sure he wants to be left alone with a person that just attacked him? They all thought but they did as he said and continued with what they were doing. John turned and looked at Klara, who looked very uncomfortable. He slowly walked over to her and she turned and looked at him, her look had softened and if you took away the fact that she was wearing armour and she had tons of weapons she looked like she wouldn't hurt a fly. He smiled ans reluctantly she smiled back, he then extended his hand,
"John, John Corvinus," he introduced himself, she kept her eyes on him and scrunched her eyebrows together, Corvinus? I know that name.
"Klara Johannes," she introduced herself aswell and put out her hand and shook his, to his surprise her hands were soft and unusually warm as vampires are usually cold, his hands were quite sift but not as soft as a ladies and he had a strong grip. They both pulled their hands away and began watching what the men were doing Klara noticed the men loading her dead comrades onto a small carriage pulled by a horse they did the same with the dead werewolf, which had now turned back into its human form. She felt as if her heart was being squeezed when she seen that the werewolf was only a young boy, only fifteen or sixteen years old with messy blonde hair, he was probably forced to watch his family being mutilated by an animal and then un-willingly turned into a monster.
"What are they doing? she asked, her voice just above a whisper.
"Their job," John replied
"Their job?" she scrunched her eyebrows together in confusion, he noticed her facial expression and knew it needed explaining.
"Our job is to clean up the fights any immortals have so the humans don't discover the existence of the immortal species."
"Why?"
John didn't know how to fully explain the reason as to why they did it but he thought he would at least try to give her and answer."Have you ever heard of Alexander Corvinus?" she didn't answer but her facial expression showed that she exactly who he was. "The father of Marcus and William Corvinus," she finally spoke.
"Well we work for him and...well, he wasn't exactly happy about what his sons had become and he wanted to keep them hidden from the humans because who knows what would happen if humans found out about the immortal species,"
"they could either use it to benefit themselves or they could freak out and that could mean the end for a lot of the immortals," Klara understood exactly what he was trying to say.
"Yes, and either way it wouldn't end very good."
"John!" a voice called out, "we're ready," the same voice shouted, Klara and John then ended their conversation to Klara's disappointment she quite enjoyed talking to him, even though she had only met him.
John was very surprised because of all the vampires he had ever met he thought Klara was completely different, all the vampires he met loved themselves and disliked humans and were cold and showed hardly any emotion, but Klara smiled, she talked to him like she had talked to him everyday and she was warm. He smiled to himself as he thought about a vampire he had just met, he looked at her and she looked back at him with a smile on her face, his gaze wandered away from her and over to the mountains that was when Klara noticed his face drop she followed his eyes ans then noticed then sun beginning to rise over the mountains.
"We need to go," he practically ordered, he rushed over to Klara and grabbed her hand and she jumped, but he ignored the fright he gave her and pulled her away. He ran over to his horse and began pulling at the rains everyone stared at him at confusion and then noticed the sun rising so they all rushed over to John and helped him with the horse. Klara stood impatiently waiting for them and staring at the rising sun, in all of her mortal life she never thought she would be afraid of the sun but she was wrong. She didn't notice John was already on the horse and was startled when he called her,
"Klara, lets go!" he shouted, she spun around and seen him sitting on the horse he put his hand out and she took hold of it, she put her foot in the stirrup and he pulled her up onto the horse, she was hardly sitting properly when the horse sped off through the forest.
