Robin stood on top of the highest hill outside of Locksley, waiting for the rest of his gang to come over the crest. He shook his head; he had fought so long to return to this place, only to have everything he ever loved about it changed and destroyed. But the people were still the same, and they were his cause.

Much grabbed his elbow, "Gang's all here, Robin."

Robin turned around, "Let's see what the damage is. Gisborne left this morning with all his men, so we're free to help these people."

He looked over at John and Allan, their arms weighed down with baskets of bread and casks of ale. Robin thought as he walked about how hard his men had been to convince. Much especially. Only after a good deal of logic, and of course yelling, did they finally give up on their fear of vampires. Robin chuckled a bit to himself, laughing at just how gullible they could be.

They began walking into the town when the sound of bells rang from Locksley chapel. The doors opened and crowds of people began to fill the space outside the church. In the middle of the crowd, four men carried a long wooden box. They began walking towards the cemetery.

"The dead shepherd boy, like Marian told us," Will said, stopping beside the crowd.

Robin nodded and began moving towards the crowd; he walked up to the mother who stood watching the coffin be carried away, crying uncontrollably on her husband's shoulder.

The crowd parted in front of him and his gang, and whispers of "Robin Hood" passed from person to person around him. Robin gave a slight smile. Reaching the mother, he placed his hand on her shoulder, offering a small purse with the other.

"I'm sorry about your son," Robin's voice spoke soothingly.

The mother narrowed her tear-filled eyes at him, "Money won't bring him back from the dead. Nor will it protect us from the undead." She pushed the bag back at Robin.

"The undead?" Robin cocked his head slightly in disbelief.

The mother began choking on her tears, "My… son… they fed on my son! My baby, killed by vampires." She buried her face back into her husband's shoulder.

"Your son was not killed by vampires," Robin said.

Suddenly the father found his voice, "Then how do you explain why our son was… drained… drained of blood? Just like those damn sheep!"

Robin looked to his men, his eyes wide, shocked they didn't believe him. Will stepped beside Robin, "Gisborne was the one to kill all the sheep. He drained the blood himself, right here, in Locksley."

The crowd began to murmur loudly. "Where?!" a voice called out from somewhere in the group. "We've seen nothing!" another shouted.

Robin marched off in the direction of the barn Marian described, the one at the edge of the town. His gang followed closely behind him, the crowd also in tow. At the door to the shed, Robin stood, pointing to the door. "In here. Gisborne is fooling you all, scaring you into submission. The Sheriff is scaring you into buying cures. He's stealing your money!"

John went to open the large wooden doors, flinging them wide open. He stood aside, letting the grieving couple enter. "See for yourself," Robin said as they walked through the doors.

After a moment, the couple stepped back through the door. "What is your point here, Robin? There is nothing here that proves Sir Guy guilty. No sheep, no blood," the father walked straight up to Robin, his fists clenched in rage.

"What? What do you mean?" Robin asked, his face lined in anger. He stormed into the barn, the gang right behind him. "Where is everything?" Robin asked. Searching around the room, the gang found empty barrels and empty tubs. Hooks hung from the ceiling, but no sheep, and no sheep's blood either.

Robin kicked over an empty tub beside him, "Gisborne," he growled. "He cleaned up here first."

Much put his hand on Robin's shoulder, "It's alright, Master. I believe you, and the people will too. If you just… explain things to them."

"It's not that simple, Much!" Robin yelled as he stormed out of the barn. He stopped in front of Allan, seeing the cross around his neck again, his entire frame shaking in rage.

"We must stop the purveyor," Robin growled. "If the people won't believe us, then we get rid of the person taking their money."

He stepped outside, expecting an inquisition from the crowd. Instead, he found they had all left, running to the road where a dark mass of people approached Locksley.

Will ran up from that direction, "The purveyor, Robin. He's here, and he's armed with over a dozen guards," he panted. "We've got to get out of here."

Robin huffed, "We've got to stop this man from taking the people's money! It's a hoax! And the people don't believe it!"

"We're too far outnumbered to make a stand here, Robin," Will added, his eyes wide in fear.

"Yeah," Allan agreed. "Why not just ambush them on the road? Element of surprise and all?"

Robin nodded. "That's just what we'll do. Let's move," he ordered, running over the hill.