Grove propped himself up on one elbow. He was somewhat worried about Leila and Kyle by now... Shouldn't have Leila come back? What was she off in search for, anyway?

"Borgoff..." he whimpered as loud as he could across the tank.

"Yeah, Grove? You need anything?" Borgoff replied.

"I... nothing... where is Leila?"

"I dunno.. can't get through to her communicator."

There was an uneasy pause, as the Grove grew even more worried.

"You... you don't think she was-"

"Leila is allright, Grove. She's tough."

Grove pouted, and fell back onto his bed. It was just to hard to hold himself up now. It seemed that he was getting weaker and weaker every time he used his power. It made him look horrible, too... like something that would float up out of a drained quarry. He sighed, getting rather depressed. He had often toyed with the idea of telling Leila that, well.. he loved her... but he seriously doubted she would love him in return. He figured it be less hart wrenching to keep it to himself.

"What did she leave to do?" Grove asked, trying to get his mind off the subject.

"Not sure... I think she's distracting that Dunpeal hunter." He sighed. It really didn't matter if he was distracted or not, they would get the money in the end anyway. They always did. They were the Marcus Brothers, and there was no one better.

"If it will make you feel better, I can try and contact her."

"...Please do." He said.

Borgoff tapped at his communicator.

"Hey Leila, what's your position?"

There was static, and a distant reply. Grove didn't hear it, but it was more than relieving that she had replied.

"Okay. Have you seen that hunter?"

"No... I haven't."

"Okay then, Borgoff over and out." He switched off his communicator.

"See? I told you Leila would be allright. She's a tough girl. I don't think anything could bring her down."

Grove smiled, and dozed back to sleep, reassured that she was allright.

The tank drove on through the desert somewhat silently. They had lost track of the carriage, but had a vague idea of where they were headed, so picking up Kyle was not of much hinderance...Of course, telling Kyle where to meet him would be helpful. He turned on his communicator again. "Kyle, you there?"

Once again, that tooth grinding static.

"Yeah, 'goff?

"Meet me in the village of Denia, we're almost there."

"Right... um.. okay.. I'm already there."

Borgoff bit his lip in agitation.

"So, what's the problem then?"

"None... I guess."

"You guess?"

"I... can't find my money. I had about $200.00, and I can't find it anywhere."

Borgoff sighed, and turned off his communicator. There was no point in talking to this dimwit at the moment. His brain was obviously still fried. Maybe this little vacation had helped it a little. He didn't bother to tell him that they weren't going to be there for the next day and a half. Borgoff laughed, and kept on driving though the night.

******

Kyle looked about, feeling extremely lost, poor, and in general, abandoned. Being abandoned was possibly the worst feeling in the world to him. Especially since he had realized that it was just the heat getting to him that made him want spam so bad. Personally, he had nothing against the sausages. They were cool sausages. If they could talk, he thought they would probably be as cool as Nolt... or himself. But it was too bad they couldn't. He figured that if a sausage could talk, it's have some pretty interesting things to say about being a pig's liver in it's past life.

But now, it was time to stop thinking about sausages and spam. He took on brave step forward, looking around again. Maybe some kind.. very kind person would let him stay at an inn if he explained that he was one of the Marcus brothers. Yes.. that seemed like a good plan.

Once again, he started off in an arbitrary direction, but with some reason. He didn't know where the heck an inn was, so there was no point in not looking for one in a random direction. He had nothing to lose.

Soon, which was in about a minute, he came across a cozy little cottage, that was advertised as an inn. He pushed open the door, and looked around, smiling. It came to his attention that there were several young men and women clad in leather with studs, buckles, belts.. anything black and leather in existence that was wearable seemed to have congregated in this inn. Also, it didn't register that there was an awkward squirming in the corner, where a boy was tied up, and some chick was in between his legs.

He walked up to the only man who wasn't in leather, and calmly... slowly... explained the situtation.

The man frowned, and after thinking over the pros and cons, he decided to let the man stay.

"Hell you keep our towns free of those goddamn bloodsuckers, I'll let ya stay for free, just this once." He winked. "Now, would you like a companion for the night?"

"Huh? Oh, I suppose." he said, still not noticing the leather and surprising amount of skin exposed. The man whistled, and a young woman came bounding over happily.

"Now, Kah'ren.. this nice man here is one of the Marcus brothers. Keep him company, will you? He can't pay, but I'd say killing vampires is payment enough."

She smiled, and took Kyle by the arm. "I'll show you to your room."

She led him up a case of stairs, and down a hallway, which was decorated with odd paintings of people having sex... styled kind of middle eastern, or tibetan, or something. Kyle wondered breifly about this, but then he realized that he was extremely hungry, and all suspicion seemed to have subsided.

She pushed him gently into his room, and shut the door quietly behind him.

"So.. leather is in this year, is it?" Kyle smilied politely.

The girl nodded slowly. "Yeah, I guess."

"So, what was your name, Karen, or something?"

She nodded, and swayed her way over to Kyle. She pushed him backwards with one finger, and he tumbled backwards onto a bed with satin sheets, and miscellanous furs scattered about.

"Oh.. am I supposed to go to sleep...? Okay then..." He pulled off his boots, and curled up under a large skin of a wolf.

Kah'ren rolled her eyes. Why did these guys always pretend that they didn't want any... when they actually did? She climbed onto the bed, slowly, leaning over slighly to make sure everything that he might want to see was in sight.

Kyle looked up from under the skin.

"You know what? I'm really... really hungry." He grabbed his bag, and pulled out a can of spam and began nibbling on it. Suddenly, the girl's eyes went wide, and she lept upon him, almost growling. She kissed him fiercely, tasting that sweet.. succulent, delicious ground meat. Kyle's eyes were probably an inch out of his skull. He dropped the can, and let the girl do her work, not knowing what to say. Of course, now, the girl was clearly not interested in him. She was constantly watching the spam as she teased him, as if it were an animal plotting it's escape.

In short, it was one of the luckiest/bizarre nights Kyle had ever experienced.

_+_ Hey there, people! I might continue this.. I might not. Depends. I have no clue where it is going, so please tell me what you think, and heck... I may write more. ^_^ _+_