Larten slumped onto the floor, unconscious. Seba looked down on him,
smiling.
"You will make a fine vampire, Larten. One of the best." He muttered to himself.
......
"Seba, where are you?"
"Ah, Paris. I thought you were trying to find me."
"Have you blooded the human?"
"Yes, do you have your assistants with you?"
"Yes, have you tried to clear your mind recently? I'm finding it hard to keep a latch on your mental aura, I'll see you later."
"Gavner, Arra, Vancha. Come. We are going to find the vampire that I told you about." Paris declared.
"Seba Nile?" Gavner asked timidly.
"Yes," Paris smiled, "Larten Crepsley is with him."
"The night grows old, we must hurry," Arra intervened
"Oh come on Arra, stop with the metaphors." Vancha groaned. He was sitting on a rock making shurikens.
"Stop trying to sound like you have an opinion worth listening to. You are an absolute cretin." Arra replied stiffly. "I'm trying to embrace the fact that I'm a vampiress, you just sit doing nothing except making your precious throwing stars."
"Hush Arra," Paris smiled, "we have much ground to cover before we reach Seba and his new assistant. Gavner and Vancha, stay here, I will take Arra ahead while flitting."
Arra jumped on to Paris' back. He started to jog, then sprint. He hit flitting speed and he and Arra set off into the night.
......
"Larten, this is Paris Skyle. He is a dear friend of mine."
"Hello." Larten greeted Paris.
"Hello young Horston." Paris smiled kindly "This is one of my three assistants, Arra Sails."
Arra crept out from behind Paris. Larten looked at her intently. He walked towards her and kissed her hand, as was French custom. (In the 1650s)
"Bonjour Mademoiselle Sails." He said silkily.
"B-B-Bonjour, Larten." Arra said, shaken. She was unaccustomed to such a greeting, and yet at the same time she was loving every second of it.
Paris grinned, he knew from this greeting that sparks would fly...
......
Several hours later, it was daybreak. Paris, Seba, Arra, Vancha, Larten and Gavner had spent the night in several rooms at a small inn in Dieppe, but all hell was about to break lose.
The Vampaneze entered swiftly. Killing the inn's owner and creeping towards the rooms shared by the Vampires. Not swiftly enough. On the stairway, Vancha March and Larten Crepsley were talking about what it was like to be half-vampires and were asking each other questions about their lives. They had taken an immediate shine to each other, and were now good friends. They were definitely a trio, Gavner, Vancha and Larten. The two Vampaneze turned to go up the stairs and roared incoherently. Seba, Paris, Gavner and Arra blasted through the doors.
The fight was on...
"You will make a fine vampire, Larten. One of the best." He muttered to himself.
......
"Seba, where are you?"
"Ah, Paris. I thought you were trying to find me."
"Have you blooded the human?"
"Yes, do you have your assistants with you?"
"Yes, have you tried to clear your mind recently? I'm finding it hard to keep a latch on your mental aura, I'll see you later."
"Gavner, Arra, Vancha. Come. We are going to find the vampire that I told you about." Paris declared.
"Seba Nile?" Gavner asked timidly.
"Yes," Paris smiled, "Larten Crepsley is with him."
"The night grows old, we must hurry," Arra intervened
"Oh come on Arra, stop with the metaphors." Vancha groaned. He was sitting on a rock making shurikens.
"Stop trying to sound like you have an opinion worth listening to. You are an absolute cretin." Arra replied stiffly. "I'm trying to embrace the fact that I'm a vampiress, you just sit doing nothing except making your precious throwing stars."
"Hush Arra," Paris smiled, "we have much ground to cover before we reach Seba and his new assistant. Gavner and Vancha, stay here, I will take Arra ahead while flitting."
Arra jumped on to Paris' back. He started to jog, then sprint. He hit flitting speed and he and Arra set off into the night.
......
"Larten, this is Paris Skyle. He is a dear friend of mine."
"Hello." Larten greeted Paris.
"Hello young Horston." Paris smiled kindly "This is one of my three assistants, Arra Sails."
Arra crept out from behind Paris. Larten looked at her intently. He walked towards her and kissed her hand, as was French custom. (In the 1650s)
"Bonjour Mademoiselle Sails." He said silkily.
"B-B-Bonjour, Larten." Arra said, shaken. She was unaccustomed to such a greeting, and yet at the same time she was loving every second of it.
Paris grinned, he knew from this greeting that sparks would fly...
......
Several hours later, it was daybreak. Paris, Seba, Arra, Vancha, Larten and Gavner had spent the night in several rooms at a small inn in Dieppe, but all hell was about to break lose.
The Vampaneze entered swiftly. Killing the inn's owner and creeping towards the rooms shared by the Vampires. Not swiftly enough. On the stairway, Vancha March and Larten Crepsley were talking about what it was like to be half-vampires and were asking each other questions about their lives. They had taken an immediate shine to each other, and were now good friends. They were definitely a trio, Gavner, Vancha and Larten. The two Vampaneze turned to go up the stairs and roared incoherently. Seba, Paris, Gavner and Arra blasted through the doors.
The fight was on...