Chapter 3
It was early morning, and Rina found D saddling up his horse after moving the cyborg into the tavern's stable. The day was lightly damp, and the air was cool and fresh; a good day to start, if any!
Of course the only question now, was 'where' to start. No one in the village dared let any hint on the 'Mistresses' whereabouts, or even a little hint on what direction she had headed.
And so she turned to the silent D for advice. Maybe head manage to scare the inn Keeper enough for him to squeal...
" Are you ready?" Rina asks the Dunpeel, after watching him groom the artificial horse.
Silence.
"You know, this hunt will be a heck of a lot more jolly if you didn't keep up that 'I'm a dark and silent kind of guy' act."
"This isn't supposed to be fun." He drones, not turning from his horse.
Rina rolls her eyes and checks her weaponry before saying anything again.
"So...where are we going to start?" She asks, hoping this time D would give her a straight answer.
" I found tracks from a large moving vehicle at the 'Mistress's' Mansion -"
Rina interrupts, confused at how D managed to find her Mansion.
He explains.
" The only building that a high ranking vampire would ever choose to live at...They always have a taste for Dark looking buildings over looking a village."
Rina blinked...was D making a joke???
D carries on slowly, still tending to his steed, fastening the saddle to the Cyber-horses back.
" The tracks I found could only belong to a horse driven carriage, they led me to the Village boundaries and away...and they where moving fast..."
Rina nods, absorbing the impressive deduction by her fellow hunter.
Soon, D checks the stirrups, the straps and saddle, before leading his ride out of the stable by its reigns.
He stops and slight turns his head, his long dark brown locks falling behind him subtly.
"Do you have transportation?" He asks, not out of any concern, but probably just to make sure he didn't have to give her a ride...he didn't like getting slowed down.
"Yep!" Rina grins, pointing over to a modified motor cycle leaning on the stable wall; two wheels, huge engine and plenty of weaponry.
" They have began their hunt..." The Mistress sighs sadly, her form seated comfortably in a large cushioned chair, in front of a grad gothic fireplace.
The safe house that her servant had brought her two was a grand underground hideaway, filled with many passages, rooms carved from the rock that this place was created from and quartz and diamonds decorating the natural walls majestically.
"They have?" her servant says, offering her a live rabbit as nourishment.
The femme vampire looks on the frightened rodent sadly before taking it in her pale hands and sinking her teeth into its tiny throat.
Her servant didn't seem bothered by this and acted as if it was a normal spectacle, like eating an apple.
"Yes...I can scene my people, the villagers talking about it...I can sense the two hunters making their way from the village as I speak...He will find me after all..."
"NO! You cant let them!" The servant says, his voice quivering.
"Send for help! Send your offspring...send for the BARBAROI!" The little man then hushes himself, embarrassed of his little outburst.
The Mistress smiles at him.
"Thank you for your kindness, but I could not send my children to fight for me..."
"Why not?" A hushed voice says from the corner of the room.
The Mistress turns her head in the voice's direction to see three figures, one tall and muscular, one short slim and daunting and the other, the one that spoke, tall lean and fragile looking.
"I could not send you to your death, my children..."
"You are only our mother because you made us vampire, Mistress...but we still have the burning desire to protect you." The fragile one says, his hair white and short, his eyes a brilliant yellow.
"And being your children we have the right to" the large, muscular one declares, his skin slightly tanned, his black hair in waves.
!And that is that!" The petit one says finally, her hair tied back in many braids of red hair.
The Mistress looks at them like only a mother could and thanks them for their loyalty...
"Ven..."The White hared fragile man nods.
"Ren..." the red hared woman smiles.
"And Flen...." The muscular tanned man folds his arms.
" I thank you for a kindness that only you three share with me...be careful, do not underestimate the hunters..."
It was early morning, and Rina found D saddling up his horse after moving the cyborg into the tavern's stable. The day was lightly damp, and the air was cool and fresh; a good day to start, if any!
Of course the only question now, was 'where' to start. No one in the village dared let any hint on the 'Mistresses' whereabouts, or even a little hint on what direction she had headed.
And so she turned to the silent D for advice. Maybe head manage to scare the inn Keeper enough for him to squeal...
" Are you ready?" Rina asks the Dunpeel, after watching him groom the artificial horse.
Silence.
"You know, this hunt will be a heck of a lot more jolly if you didn't keep up that 'I'm a dark and silent kind of guy' act."
"This isn't supposed to be fun." He drones, not turning from his horse.
Rina rolls her eyes and checks her weaponry before saying anything again.
"So...where are we going to start?" She asks, hoping this time D would give her a straight answer.
" I found tracks from a large moving vehicle at the 'Mistress's' Mansion -"
Rina interrupts, confused at how D managed to find her Mansion.
He explains.
" The only building that a high ranking vampire would ever choose to live at...They always have a taste for Dark looking buildings over looking a village."
Rina blinked...was D making a joke???
D carries on slowly, still tending to his steed, fastening the saddle to the Cyber-horses back.
" The tracks I found could only belong to a horse driven carriage, they led me to the Village boundaries and away...and they where moving fast..."
Rina nods, absorbing the impressive deduction by her fellow hunter.
Soon, D checks the stirrups, the straps and saddle, before leading his ride out of the stable by its reigns.
He stops and slight turns his head, his long dark brown locks falling behind him subtly.
"Do you have transportation?" He asks, not out of any concern, but probably just to make sure he didn't have to give her a ride...he didn't like getting slowed down.
"Yep!" Rina grins, pointing over to a modified motor cycle leaning on the stable wall; two wheels, huge engine and plenty of weaponry.
" They have began their hunt..." The Mistress sighs sadly, her form seated comfortably in a large cushioned chair, in front of a grad gothic fireplace.
The safe house that her servant had brought her two was a grand underground hideaway, filled with many passages, rooms carved from the rock that this place was created from and quartz and diamonds decorating the natural walls majestically.
"They have?" her servant says, offering her a live rabbit as nourishment.
The femme vampire looks on the frightened rodent sadly before taking it in her pale hands and sinking her teeth into its tiny throat.
Her servant didn't seem bothered by this and acted as if it was a normal spectacle, like eating an apple.
"Yes...I can scene my people, the villagers talking about it...I can sense the two hunters making their way from the village as I speak...He will find me after all..."
"NO! You cant let them!" The servant says, his voice quivering.
"Send for help! Send your offspring...send for the BARBAROI!" The little man then hushes himself, embarrassed of his little outburst.
The Mistress smiles at him.
"Thank you for your kindness, but I could not send my children to fight for me..."
"Why not?" A hushed voice says from the corner of the room.
The Mistress turns her head in the voice's direction to see three figures, one tall and muscular, one short slim and daunting and the other, the one that spoke, tall lean and fragile looking.
"I could not send you to your death, my children..."
"You are only our mother because you made us vampire, Mistress...but we still have the burning desire to protect you." The fragile one says, his hair white and short, his eyes a brilliant yellow.
"And being your children we have the right to" the large, muscular one declares, his skin slightly tanned, his black hair in waves.
!And that is that!" The petit one says finally, her hair tied back in many braids of red hair.
The Mistress looks at them like only a mother could and thanks them for their loyalty...
"Ven..."The White hared fragile man nods.
"Ren..." the red hared woman smiles.
"And Flen...." The muscular tanned man folds his arms.
" I thank you for a kindness that only you three share with me...be careful, do not underestimate the hunters..."