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Warnings- Same as before.

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Chapter 11

For some absurd reason Joachim had the urge to say are we there yet. The quiet atmosphere was starting to suffocate him, reminding him too much of what he had left behind only days earlier. 'It really has only been days since I met Leon Belmont, but yet it feels like I've known him of years.' Confused by his actions, he let himself ponder over a question the young hunter had said earlier on their path down the hallway. The words running clear through his head. Why are you here with me even helping me? The truth was the being didn't know why, and that truly scared him.

"We're here." Leon muttered, breaking the silence. In front of the them was an old rusted door, it's hinges falling off. Reaching out, he pulled the door back with all his strength. It creaked open slowly, in an attempt to resist. The room that greeted them was something neither man had ever thought they would see.

Shackles hung from the walls, laying open and ready. Blood stained the metal on the inside. Wooden tables were spread across the room, in seemingly no order. Various blades and objects were sprawled out against them. Each and every one of them had some type of stains on them. Hidden in the corner away from view was a large iron looking casket, a woman's glossy hues looking outward, stretched wide in fear.

"This is…" The hunter was at a loss of words. Looking away from the sight, he resisted the urge to puke up his meager lunch.

"A torture chamber." Joachim finished, having the same dilemma, but hiding it much better. Floating around the room, he picked up and inspected various instruments. 'Interesting.' He thought to himself, he didn't think anyone used these anymore.

The hunter nodded, slowly, looking around at the stone walls. Wondering how many had died. Frozen to the core, he shivered at that thought. Looking for a door, he darted to the only other iron exit, wanting to get out of the decrepit place. The other door, brought him to a long hallway filled with large wooden doors. A dungeon. The moans of the dead, echoed off the stonework, reaching the half-breeds ears in tremendous waves. Falling to his knees, he clapped his hands to his ears.

Joachim was wondering the room, when he heard the crash of a body. Whipping his head over, he saw his companion on the ground, clutching the side of his heads for dear life. The being sat there for a moment, before springing into action. It never occurred to him that the worry he felt was not normal. 'What is wrong with Leon?' He asked himself, as he floated into the room. Looking around he felt or saw nothing.

The moans wouldn't stop, and the hunter didn't think he could hold out much longer. Opening his mouth to scream to Joachim, he felt a hand on his shoulder. A small voice reached him, asking if he was alright. "I-I-I…" His words were stuttered as more pain took a hold in his head. He tried to speak more, but black started to invade his vision.

"Leon!" The being screamed, flinging himself forward, before the other fell. Looking down at the body, he decided he would have to see what happened later. For now he would have to find a place to stay. Kicking open the first wooden door he saw, he was bombarded with three skeletal figures, each equipped with a small broadsword, and shield. Cursing his luck, he called for his blades and made quick work of them, with a few slashes and some fire magic.

Grinning at the burning remains, he settled the still body on the hay covered floor, amazed at the good upkeep. Ignoring the lingering smell of human waste, he settled down against the far wall, ready to attack anything that dared to enter. Well on guard duty, he sat in thought about the concern he felt before. 'What is this feeling? Could it be that I truly care… No love this man…' He concluded that yes he did, but him acting on those feelings would be very slim. He knew that.

A shadowy figure grinned, body shaking in silent laughter from the corner at the two who dodged around each other. Looking around, it decided to go ahead, disappearing before it could be seen.

A few hours later, Leon groaned. Sitting up, he looked around. The first thing he noticed was a pair of silver pools reflecting worry staring at him. "What happened?" He dared to ask, shivering as he heard the echo of the moans in his head again. This time he blocked them out successfully before they built up to be too much.

Rubbing his chin, Joachim sighed. Folding his hands, in his lap, he averted his pools. "It would be better if I asked what happened. I was in the other room, when I heard a crash and the next thing I know I see you on your knees. You tried to say something, but passed out." He watched the other's face. Noting the surprise, pain and anxiety that flittered across them, before settling into a stone cold mask.

"I…" Leon looked down. He wanted to tell the other, but he knew it would sound crazy. Scoffing at himself, he had a whole mental conversation in his head. Even though I'm a half-breed now, I can hear voices that full vampires can't. I touched a torch and had a vision, then found that it was the area we just went through. I have feelings that point me to where we're supposed to go, and they're right. Yeah it's all good. Shaking his head, he faced he facts. Self deprecation would get him nowhere. Sighing softly, Leon spoke, "I heard these voices. Moans more like it and they grew in intensity until I guess I passed out."

Nodding slowly, Joachim didn't know how to respond. Instead he used the very old act of avoiding the question or in his case the answer. He wouldn't sugar coat anything for that was not in his nature. "That's ahh interesting." He watched the relief flicker over the other's face. 'He probably thought I would call him crazy or something.' Laughing out loud at that thought, he ignored the questioning glance from the other. "Do you want to continue?"

Before Leon could answer a trio of reapers floated over. Their large black scythes, dripping blood, as their glowing white pools focused on them. A hollow laughter came out of their hidden mouths. Skeleton hands rested on the hem of their dark black cloaks.

"What is with creatures interrupting our moments?" Leon joked, reaching for his whip.

Following along with the other's lead, he continued the joke. "I don't know. Maybe we're just so sexy." It felt weird being able to joke around something like this. There wasn't enough space for both men to fight so he chose to stand in the corner, ready to help if the hunter needed it.

After dodging a long sweep with the blade, Leon slid underneath the creature, throwing an enchanted dagger at it's backside. The creature howled, dropping the scythe. Reaching up to it's back, it only succeeded in pushing the object further into it's back, killing it. The body went up in smoke. Leon concentrated on the second one, repeating the process. When he reached the third one, he felt the hairs in the back of his neck rise. Something was odd about it. He found out what it was, as it swung it's scythe at him, expelling a blade of fire. Caught off guard, Leon jumped above it a little too late, scorching one of his shoes. Landing on his feet, he glared at the reaper. Bounding forward, he threw his whip out, letting it wrap around the creatures throat, taking it's head off.

"Well I guess we should move on." Leon commanded, making his way towards the door.

"Sure."

A/N: Review? The next chapter should be up sometime this month.