Ok, in this chapter i quote Monty Python and i get to beat up on red court vamps, can we talk about a dream or what? I wish this really happened...i am such a nerd

Lots of twisty corridors later…we arrived at what could only be called a throne room. The throne was occupied by the vampire I had decided to refer to as Pointy McFang, at least until someone told me his real name. He wasn't terribly imposing and

I had already decided that he wasn't very bright. Smart kidnappers make sure their subordinates won't settle for anything less than a promise to do no harm before releasing captives. How did he manage to rise to power anyway? Voice didn't approve of him either, enough to comment on it. Interesting, but I was scanning the room looking for the duffel bag, there! Right next to his throne.

This guy was an idiot; I was almost going to feel bad about killing him, almost. Sam had one hand in her pocket, and turned to look at me, I nodded slightly and she drew out her necklace and unleashed a wave of beautiful white light, the power of faith.

Both vampires recoiled with screams and I made a run for the bag, I grabbed it and threw it one handed towards Sam noting as I did so that Pointy Mcfang had a rapier at his hip. It wouldn't be my first choice…I ignored that and punched Pointy hard in his face, what there was of it. He rocked backward and I lunged for the sword managing to catch the hilt just as he pulled back.

I heard sounds of fighting from behind me as Pointy started shouting for help. I didn't even think, I drove the sword through his throat and danced back. He seemed pissed but he didn't fall, at least he wasn't shouting anymore. I heard feet hitting the floor and slipped into a defensive stance as if from a distance I heard Sam fighting the middle aged vampire.

"I'll rip out your throat for that!" he snarled

"Yeah, well your mom has a ripped out throat!" oh goody we were going to go the highbrow route with the taunting. Even as I thought that she adopted a French accent "You son of a silly person!" Pointy had retreated and I backed away to help Sam with the guards I had heard arriving. As I matched my blade against the first vampire everything started to fade. I was no longer in the throne room; I was fighting in an open field, watching the eddy and flow of battle even as I fenced with my opponent.

As if from far away I heard Sam shouting "Your mother was a hamster and your father smelled of elderberries you sons of a window dresser!" Sam had a medal in creative Monty Python quoting. It didn't matter, all that mattered was the clash of steel, the feel of sword on flesh and the fight with…I paused and nearly missed a parry. It didn't matter who I was fighting, only that they were the enemy. In the distance my companion was shouting.

"Go and boil your bottoms, sons of a silly person. I fart in your general direction." the stream of insults never paused "You wipers of other peoples bottoms. I blow my nose at you." Suddenly she was next to me and there was a door behind both. I kicked it open without looking and trusted my companion to watch my back as I turned to scan the hall behind. It was a wonderful feeling, I knew she would know what to do and let me focus on finding a way out.

There was a flash of light from behind me and the door slammed shut.

"That should give us a little breathing room" I wished we hadn't had to flee the field of battle. But we had been out numbered, there was no other course available, I had a duty to keep my companion safe. I couldn't risk her life simply to glory in battle.

Her words sunk in slowly and in a detached corner of my mind I wondered at the fact that I didn't feel even slightly winded, even as we moved forward at a jog. Mostly I focused on the trail ahead, for now there were no enemies but I didn't know the terrain, there could be any number of ways for the enemy to circle around behind us.

The same corner of my mind was amazed at how easily strategy came, it was a minor distraction and I adjusted my plans to compensate. I heard her breathing start to become labored and slowed my pace slightly. Up ahead I saw what looked like an exit and swung into it without a second thought.

The trail I had been seeing wavered replaced with a hallway opening into a foyer. I set a course straight for the big doors in the opposite wall, shoving them open with one hand provoking the corner of my mind that wasn't enraptured by the fight and subsequent flight into a small wave of astonishment.

I ignored that and kept running, there was someone I had to find. But where was I? A glance about didn't reveal any familiar landmarks so I picked a turning at random. We would get away from any possible pursuit first then…I stopped dead as I saw a familiar car barreling down the road. It pulled to a screeching stop in front of me, the person I needed to find got out and the world jerked.

"Are you all right?" Dresden asked, probably because I had suddenly doubled over and was now gasping for breath. Sam was doing the same beside me.

"I think my lungs are cramping!" I had never run that far so fast. I didn't even know how to use a sword beyond pointy end go in other guy. But I had held my own with vampires and not even felt winded until…what had happened? The last thing that was clear was grabbing for the sword then it was all a blur. Michael had climbed out of the car and was helping Sam in; it took me a minute to realize I was already inside.

By then the car was moving, the two men in front weren't talking presumably because they figured questions could wait until we could breathe. I decided that it was time to have a long talk with the voice in my head, what I could remember of the fight was images of a long ago battle field superimposed over the room we actually fought in. I had a suspicion that those were some of Voices memories, and as I reflected on the battle I realized that I had a better name for him.

"So, Arthur. You want to tell me what happened back there?" I surprised him by knowing his name. That was good; I needed the upper hand for this conversation. There was a throat clearing noise.

"I am sorry for that. You would have done more harm than good with a weapon you couldn't use. I took over and I got a little carried away." I remembered the sheer glorious thrill of battle, how it had felt to meet a swing in mid-air and hear the clash of the two swords.

"Can't really blame you for that." he felt relieved "and I even understand why you didn't tell me who you were. However, I think that as soon as we get some time you'd better explain exactly what you are doing in my head." I felt his assent "we'll do that a little later though." the pain in my lungs had faded and I yawned. Sam was already asleep. "I can't guarantee I'd retain anything you said right now…" Then, lulled by the gentle hum of the engine, I drifted off to sleep.