Fellow Companions: Chapter Three
That night…
"AAAH! What a dark night this is…"
Voletta looked all around the forest she was in.
"That guy that I gave back the horse to was pretty nice. I mean, he might've been drunk, but he didn't yell or anything. He even bought me a drink, talk about friendly."
She sighed and noticed a cabin up ahead.
"Hm… I wonder who's cabin that is."
Meanwhile, a few hours before…
"Hey, D, wait a minute!"
D ignored his hand as he went northward. The sun had set and the solemn moon was out, with their companions, the twinkling stars.
"That girl said that the carriage was last spotted in the s—
"I don't trust her," replied D, as he steered his horse through the desert.
"You probably don't trust her, but what if she was right? This would be a very wrong—
"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing."
"Yeah, like that time in the forest. 'Oh, I hear a girl. Maybe it's Demona', or whatever her name is. Jeez, if it weren't for you, I would think that you went bonkers."
D stayed quiet.
His left hand sighed and said, "Why did I get attached to a quiet guy?"
Suddenly, there was an image up ahead. It was an enormous carriage in the middle of a sandstorm. And the carriage…was heading towards D!
"Holy sm—
D went to the side, just in time for the carriage to pass him. He glimpsed a young man inside of it, or should we call him, a young vampyre. His silvery white hair was shimmering in the moonlight. His eyes were closed, as if in thought, but there weren't visible fangs.
"HEY, you were right all along," said a face on D's left hand. "Shouldn't we follow that thing? See where it goes?"
D followed the carriage, but the sandstorm that had enveloped around the carriage was too strong for him to see through, let alone go through.
"Holy moly, I've never seen a sandstorm that big ever," remarked the ever-so-witty hand.
All of a sudden, it turned north and went back, almost as if trying to attack D.
"TURN, TURN, TURN," yelled the hand.
D turned as fast as he could and was only grazed by a sharp protrusion on the carriage. (" 'Grazed?' You've got to be kidding, he was bleeding," remarked the ever-so-mouthful hand.) A line of blood came from his left arm and he pressed his right hand against the cut to apply pressure.
"Hey, you might want to save the blood. It's not everyday that you drink blood. Hell, you've never drank blood for the past centuries."
"I can take care of myself," winced D, as he turned his horse around.
The carriage seemed to have mysteriously disappeared and D was left alone in the desert. He went northward and, after an hour or so, entered a not so thick forest. There was a fairly small cabin and he stumbled in there. His sight was growing dim and he felt weak.
"Is anyone in here," he asked.
There wasn't a reply, but he fell into a stranger's arms. Or was it a stranger?
D opened his eyes and found himself in a bed. He had heard talking just last night. One of the voice was his hand, the other was another familiar voice. He sat up and saw a young girl sleeping in a corner, sitting on a seat. D took a look around. He assumed that they were in the same cabin that he stumbled in and he stood up. He then noticed that his arm was bandaged. He took his hat from the desk and went to the door. That was when he heard the young girl wake up.
"Are you leaving so soon," she asked.
D turned around. It was Voletta. He looked at her.
"Thank you for your help," said D.
"It was no problem at all. I'm also tracking down Desdemona… Cause, if I track her down, I track down Yukio."
D stood there, waiting for her to say something else, but she took her stuff.
"I was just about to leave also… so…" She raised up her hand, as if to shake his again. D didn't raise it.
"Okay, then." She let her hand fall and opened the door. "Till then, my friend."
She went out the door and D followed her out.
"Hey, I've been thinking…" She looked at D, who had mounted his horse, "Since we're going the same way, why don't I tag along?"
D looked at her, then moved on.
"Does that mean a yes or a no," she yelled after him.
He didn't reply, but his horse has slowed down a little.
"I'll take it as a yes, then." Voletta mounted her horse and ran to catch up with him.
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*sigh* Done with chapter 3. School's mean. Read and Review, no flamers, yadda, yadda, yadda. Bye, now.
Voletta: Just like that?
Manuel: Just like that.
D: You could've added more to the chapter.
Manuel: Well, I didn't, okay? (whining) I'm tired!
D: Lazy mortal…
Manuel: There is a thing called homework. And my grades are plummeting!
D: Brainless mortal…
Manuel: O.O;