I knew now that how I was to go mad. Mad like Izual and mad like everyone here. Madness is an infection, which can spread to anyone it chooses.

"Now you know what it's like to have the ones you kill come back to haunt you. To your last days." Izual was back. He stood above me, reminding me of Janos almost too much for me to bear. "Everyone goes mad here. The only difference when I got here was I was already deprived of my sanity."

As I knelt on the ground and looked up at him, I remembered the words of Janos. 'With every vampire they kill, the humans are slitting their own throats.'

All he meant was that as they killed vampires, they were also killing themselves. Death. One thing I have been deprived of for too long. '…every vampire… slitting their own throats…'

I gazed up at Izual, wondering if I still counted as a human.

With each human I killed, I had been hoping that I too would die.

The disease that is madness comes quicker than I had thought.

"Do you remember death, Izual?" He looked stunned. Did I ask something he had not seen coming? Perhaps. I am going mad, no matter how much I wish otherwise.

"In the dead of night they came, with knives shining in the moon light. Killed every one of us. We were defenseless in our beds…"

But now I was doubting if I wanted to stay sane. Madness is a mercy that only death rivals.

"Do you?"

Izual shook his head.

"Neither do I." I rose to my feet, every muscle in my body tense. "But maybe, if I can refresh your memory, you can tell me."

He flinched as my hand touched his face. "What are you doing?"

"Refreshing your memory, just like I said…" My grip on his delicate face tightened, my lips parted, my eyes hungry. "Just relax."

Madness impairs your judgment severally. Izual did as he was told and never moved as I nuzzled his neck and sank my fangs into his ripe flesh. He went limp in my arms as I drained him of his '…precious lifeblood…' Janos' voice was again in my head, along with all the Reaver had killed. All the Hylden that the Ancients had killed with the Blood Reaver in their apocalyptic war. All the humans and vampires I had killed.

"Is that better, brother? Knowing that you just killed the last thing in this god forsaken place you could see."

And apparently, my brothers as well.

I lifted my face from Izual's neck to the wall in front of me.

"You are here, too, Rahab?"

"Yes. We all are. I must say I am dreadfully pleased that you got poor Turel before you came to give us a visit."

"You may be, brother, but I am not."

I knew that voice. Ironic really. The last time I saw him, he was the mad one.

"Turel, are to assist my sanity--" Zephon cut me off.

"Or lack there of, it would seem."

"Oh do leave him alone. He will go mad quicker if you talk to him."

As my brothers bickered, I left them, and Izual's body, to themselves. Now I could find something akin to peace and quiet, in comparison, of course. There would never be 'peace and quiet' here. No. The chaos will just get worse and worse.