Sam and Reaver ran into town, looking for any survivors. They were in shock of how much damage vampires could do to a small town.

"They never attack cities like this." Sam explained to Roland. "They never attack in huge groups to take a whole village. This is sickening…"

Everywhere they looked there was no sign of any survivors. In fact, there were no signs of anyone. It was as if the entire town disappeared. There wasn't even a drop of blood anywhere to be found. Sam finally ran out of the church. "There's no one in there, either."

"How does a whole town disappear?" Reaver kicked a pile of debris. "The only thing we've found is damned vampire ash!"

Sam stomped a chest plate, crushing it as if it were made of paper. "Damned vampires!" She pulled out her swords. "We're going after them. They can't be far away."

"Sam, that's suicide." Reaver attempted his best to calm her, failing miserably. "We just need to head over to the other town and let someone else-"

"We can't do that, dammit!" She looked down at the ground, eyes following a small path. "We're the only hope for these people. We need to do this." She charged off in the directions her eyes followed.

"Sam, wait!" Reaver couldn't stop her, no one could. "Dammit!" He looked back at Roland, pulling out his sword. "Planeswalker, you can go ahead of us if you wish. I should be able to catch her before the sun gets too high up."

Roland shook his head. "Let's just follow her. She could be in huge trouble."

Reaver nodded and the two ran off, following Sam as quickly as they could. Eventually, they caught up to her looking at a trail of footprints in the ground. "They've been through here." She looked around. "They have to be in a safe house. There's no way they could've gotten back to their castle with all those people."

"Sam, no one's ever found a vampire safe house. We may as well wait until nightfall and track them then."

Sam dropped her sword, her hand flying back into his face. It connected with brute force, leaving a massive red mark on his face. "People could be dead by then!"

"We really don't have a choice, Sam." Reaver just looked at her, ignoring the growing red mark on his face. "Unless you happen to be a vampire yourself, you aren't finding that damned bloodsucker bunker. Besides, it's almost dark anyways."

Sam looked at the ground, fists clenched. "I hate those vampires. If there's even one corpse, one injury I will kill them all."

"We are not starting a massive war just to quench your thirst for killing vampires." Reaver put his hand on her shoulder. "If we did that, Gavony would have more than werewolves threatening its doorstep and I will not allow that."

Roland, during all of this, was looking around at the footprints. There were plenty there, showing the vampires could've been herding them. The question was, where were they being herded to? The tracks end a few feet down the road and they didn't turn around or go into the woods.

"Roland?" Sam caught him out of the corner of her eye as he began concentrating, his hands glowed a bright white color.

"Just be quiet…" Roland concentrated more, the energy churning the air around him.

"What are you-"

Her question wasn't heard over Roland's scream as he concentrated the massive amounts of mana through his body. Waves of energy spread throughout the area, knocking leaves off of nearby trees and kicking up the dirt on the road. Roland fell to his knees, holding his body where one of his scars was.

"Roland, what the hell was that about?"

Roland just smiled, still holding himself. "Look…"

Sam looked down at the ground in front of the two of them. Her face lit up. It was a trapdoor.

"You did it!" She ran back and grabbed her sword, Reaver following in suit.

"How did you know that?"

Roland smiled a sick smile. He looked pale. "Orzhov slavers did stuff like this before. They hide their trap doors with a spell that can only be revealed with massive amounts of mana…" He looked down at the door. "It suprises me that the vampires here have the same knowledge…"

Sam opened the door. "Well, maybe we can ask them how they did it just before we-"

Her words were cut short as she was thrown backwards, dropping her sword on impact with a tree. Roland and Reaver looked down into the blackness of the revealed tunnel to see three bright red eyes.

Reaver jumped out of the way before a blade sliced his guts open. Two of the beasties charged towards the captain. The third walked up to Roland, sword in hand. Roland tried to stand but couldn't. He was still weak from the massive mana blast.

The vampires were massive. They stood at least six feet tall, maybe more. Their armor was massive, weighing more than any normal human could stand and their skin was pale. The two vampires attacking Reaver had long black hair while the third had short spiky blond hair.

Reaver held his own against the vampires, their swords knicking his clothes but always missing skin. One of the vampires sliced down, hitting a tree and lodging his sword into it. He paid for his mistake as Reaver cut through the arm like butter, making the vampire scream bloody murder.

The second one was luckier, backhanding Reaver hard enough for him to see stars. He was on his back, watching the bloodsucker with blurred vision. It lifted its blade, ready to cut him down. Then, just before it did, it let out a scream and blew up, exploding into ash. Behind the cloud of ash was Sam, a stake in her hand.

The surviving vampire, holding his arm instead of his sword, retreated to the side of the blond who was holding Roland by the throat with one hand. His second hand, wearing a massive gauntlet with claws built in, was free.

"They're definitely Hamlet Captains, my lord." The black-haired vampire was holding his chopped off arm, wincing and sneering angrily. "They are dangerous. We must-"

His sentence was cut short as his throat was ripped out. "You state the obvious and you are missing a limb." The blond smirked. "You are no longer useful to Lady Olivia." A blur seemed to form from where the vampires arm was. It only lasted a second and afterwards you could barely tell the vampire moved. Seconds later the second vampire exploded into ash.

"Wow. That was stupid of you." Sam pointed her stake at the creature who was still holding Roland by the throat.

The vampire just smiled, throwing Roland to the ground. He was alive and breathing, but completely unconscious. "You don't scare me, humans."

Reaver held his blade, standing beside Sam. "I'd fear this fight, bloodsucker, were I alone."

The vampire smirked, stripping off his breastplate. His pale chest and torso was covered in scars of all kind. "Thirty-seven men have had the guts to say that to my face." His smirk grew widely. "Thirty-six of them no longer breathe."

Sam and Reaver looked at each other. "What about the last one?"

The vampire licked his claw clean of the others blood. "He is simply a vegetable now. Only his chest and head aren't rotted."

Sam charged, screaming. The vampire seemed to fade into a blur, shifting out of the way before the stake struck his heart. Sam looked back just long enough to see the vampires' foot smash into her face. Her eyes glazed over before she fell to the ground unconscious.

Reaver held his ground, just watching the vampire. "C'mon, vampire." Reaver pulled out his other sword, pointing them both at him. "Show me what you're capable of."

The vampire smiled evilly before blurring again, disappearing. Reaver stood his ground, watching all around him. The vampire was fast, but he'd be able to see a blur to show where he was moving. Sam would've seen it, too, if she wasn't so clouded in anger.

Reaver's body froze as he felt a breath on the back of his neck. The vampire was behind him. Before he could react the monster took one of his massive claws and dragged it down his back. Reaver dropped. He couldn't feel his legs and his arms were going numb, too.

The vampire lifted Reaver up by his hair and threw him next to his two companions. Four more vampires made their way up from the tunnel just as the body landed.

"Commander?"

The blond vampire smirked, putting his breastplate back on. "They are all alive, barely." He made his way back down the tunnel. "Prepare them for Lady Olivia. They must answer for this."