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Chapter Seven; The Oath of Revenge

The vampires walked along the forest path, me in between them. Then Crepsley broke the silence and began the story.

"You see, Mercy." He started, and I prepared for much confusion. I'd only known the vampire for a short time and already I knew that he was a bit rubbish when it came to explaining things. "There is a strange man, Mr Tiny, who knows… well, everything. He is the most powerful man on Earth. He can tell the future – though this is usually forbidden, depending on how dire the situation is - and he can create new life with dead souls and rotting flesh. His first name is Desmond. Now, if you shortened that and put it together with his surname, you get…"

"Destiny." I breathed in wonder.

"Precisely. So, anyway, Mr Tiny-"

"He's such a creep." Vancha interrupted, shuddering. "I swear that man could bring about the apocalypse if he tried!"

"As I was saying," Mr Crepsley continued with a sideways glance at the green-haired man. "Mr Tiny disappeared shortly after the War of the Scars was won – which was the exact same war when the Lord of the Vampaneze was killed. But a few months ago, he returned. He told Darren that the Vampaneze were returning – they would get revenge – and this time it would not be Darren who would win the war for us."

"What has any of this got to do with me?" I cut in. I was still very confused.

Mr Crepsley shushed me quite rudely, and then carried on. It was clear from his face that he was growing tired of the interruptions. "Mr Tiny told Darren that, this time, I myself would have to blood a new human – and this one would be stronger that Darren himself." He cleared his throat. "And then Mr Tiny… brainwashed us, if you like. All of us in the Mountain – Vampire Mountain, that is – so that when we saw the person, we would know for sure that they were the saviour.

"So Darren sent Vancha and I to find the saviour… and when we found them, I was to blood them into a half-vampire and take them on as my assistant."

I stopped walking. This all made sickening sense.

"It's me, isn't it?" I asked them sadly, forlornly. They didn't need to reply. Their expressions were enough to tell me that I was right.

I had come to accept that I wouldn't be going home. Though Mr Crepsley said that I couldn't just leave. He explained to me that when he blooded Darren, he had to go through the same procedure. He would give me a concoction that would make my body go numb and make me appear dead. Then he would break my neck – though I wouldn't feel it – and drop me out of the window. Then, when my family put me in the funeral home, Mr Crepsley would sneak in and fix my broken neck. And then, finally, when I was buried in a coffin, deep underground, he would come and dig me out.

I wasn't fond of the idea, but Mr Crepsley reminded me that it was better than me suddenly going missing and the police looking everywhere for me. Besides, it would mean extreme emotional pain when it came to saying goodbye, so I agreed reluctantly.

Vancha had returned to Vampire Mountain to inform the other vampires that they had found and blooded me. Funnily enough, I was sad to see the humorous vampire go. In the short time that I'd known him, he'd cheered me up and cracked some very funny jokes, unlike my mentor.

Mr Crepsley was sitting in my room when I got back from a painful day at school a couple of days later. My new mentor had suggested that I go to school, just to show I wasn't depressed over my best friends death, which of course I was, but I wanted to appear stronger, appear that I had bravely overcome the overwhelming pain that was lodged inside my heart.

It was awful without Bonnie. I had been lonely all day, despite the fact that everyone had been crowding me all day, flooding me with pointless sympathy and pity.

I was in a state, yet again, when I returned home. I was starting to wonder if I really was depressed, I just couldn't stop crying whenever I thought about Bonnie or the new life I was about to lead as a vampire.

Everyone was out – even Harry this time – when I returned, but I knew when I went upstairs there was someone who would be waiting for me. I held it off for as long as I could. I just didn't want to go up and face the vampire. Once I'd made myself a drink and eaten some crisps with exaggerated slowness, I drearily made my way upstairs.

He was sitting on my desk chair, and acknowledged my presence with a nod as I entered.

I almost ended up crying again, and I threw myself on my bed, burying my face in the pillow.

Suddenly Mr Crepsley was next to me. "Do not cry," He told me softly, "I am hopeless when it comes to crying."

"I'm not crying!" I almost snapped, but when I sat up I realised I was crying, but mainly not with sadness… with anger. I felt my body shake dangerously, and then I turned to face my mentor, who was gazing at me seriously.

"Mr Crepsley?"

"Yes, Mercy?"

"I swear… I swear it, that when I have the chance…" I paused for a deep, shaky breath. "I will wipe out all of those damn Vampaneze for what they did to Bonnie."

Mr Crepsley nodded in understanding. "It is your destiny to wipe them out. When the time is right to strike, you will have your chance."