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By the time Harnon arrived, Nat was but a pathetic, shriveled heap on the floor. Paris has lost the ability to speak, and simply stood there, too petrified to do anything.
After a long moment of silence, Harnon tried to get information out of the boy. "I overheard sumtin 'bout a mountain… Vampire Mountain." Paris kept his eyes on his companion as she panted, trying desperately to stay alive. "I have no idea where or what that is… do you?"
The young vampire glanced up momentarily. There was coldness and bitterness in his frigid blue eyes. This was not the time to talk about some stupid mountain – Nat was dying for the sake of the gods!
Then he uttered something that filled the eyes of his mentor – the most emotionless man on earth, Paris thought – with tears. "I wish I never became a vampire. I'm killing innocent people now, I mean, look at Nat!" In a moment of complete outrage, he grabbed a rock and hurled it at a tree. "It's all your fault!" He jabbed an accusing finger in Harnon's chest. "All your fault! Why couldn't you just let me run wherever I wanted to? Why did you have to take me in as your assistant? Why didn't you let me die?" He then shrank into the ground, his head between his knobby knees.
Harnon took a minute to consider it, then rose to his feet. "You want me gone?" There was no answer. "Very well then. I suppose you're not a weakling… you'll manage. Make… make sure to drink blood every so often." He smiled weakly. "And if you ever…. ever…" Choking down his tears, he concluded his sentence in a feeble whisper. "…. need me, I'll be there." With that, his feet picked up a pace and he headed away, into the distance.
Numbness crawled through his body as Harnon disappeared over the hill. Sadness and misery, and maybe even regret, would kick in in about ten minutes, so Paris savored this moment of senselessness. He tried closing his eyes, but the darkness was filled with screams of agony, and all the people that held a special place in his heart being tortured, as Mr Tiny's hearty, yet evil laugh chimed through the air.
Paris rubbed his eyes open just as the sorrow began to set in. It had only been an hour since his mentor had left, but he was already feeling the effects of isolation.
Yet again he tried to fall asleep. The dreadful images were still vivid. Still, his exhaustion was so powerful he eventually succumbed into it.
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When he roused himself up, it was dawn. The sky was streaked in shades of pink and orange, like a painting touched by the hands of a true artist. Nat was huddled into a fetal position, and when Paris pressed his head against her chest***, he realized her heart was still beating and she was breathing softly.
Soothed by the fact that she was still alive despite her appearance, he set out to find himself breakfast. As he picked roots and hunted small creatures, voices called his name. He had the impulse to turn back every time it happened, but he knew it was just his mind playing tricks on him.
I'm going insane, he thought glumly. Just what I need right now. An unstable mind.
He chewed on dandelions, cringing at the bitter taste of the mature leaves. Just his luck – there were no young ones in a five kilometer radius.
I want to go to this so-called vampire mountain. The idea had popped into his brain as stuffed the final flower into his mouth, so suddenly it shocked Paris. Yet in a hidden part of his mind - the adventurous part that would do anything for adrenaline - knew this is exactly what he wanted to do.
So, giddy with childish excitement, he slung the girl over his shoulder and headed to this unknown land. Entirely by instinct.
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*** I know what you're thinking. -_- No, not in that way.