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Graves. Nothing but graves. Nobody was alive, and no matter how much Raziel searched what was left of Vasserbunde, all he found was buried bodies. He searched desperately, hoping to find at least one person, spotting a body, to find it simply dead, sucked dry ages ago, and decaying. Vasserbunde had become a necropolis, a city of graves. The loss of it's inhabitants, no matter what they were like before, gave Raziel a heavy feeling of depression, as well as more incentive to take revenge on the vampires for laying waste the town. The cold, empty loneliness Raziel was beginning to feel seemed to make the many grave sites more spooky. The whole area contained nothing but death. Then again, he was dead himself. Raziel shuddered at the thought; glad he didn't go to the tomb-like sarafan stronghold after all.
"Raziel..."
Raziel tensed, hearing the whisper from the fog around him. The place was creeping him out enough, he wondered if his imagination was getting the worst of him.
"Razielllllllll..." The voice teased again. There was definitely someone there. Raziel looked around, but couldn't see much for the fog. His eyes widened in surprise when he heard a yell, which sent Raziel running towards where he could tell where the source was.
"AAAAARRRGGHHH!" A man was running from a female vampire through a gravesite, only to be caught, and dragged back to her embrace. He tried to pull away from her, but she pulled him back, and bit into his neck, taking the man's blood with relish, until the man slumped down back onto the ground, dead. The one free man Raziel could have found killed. Raziel balked at the scene. Worse still, was the feeling he got from simply watching the scene. The feeling that he wanted to go and join her, and her killing... Raziel balked again.
The female vampire, which Raziel was sure he recognized from earlier, smiled at him, noting the look on his face. "What, it's not as if you don't enjoy the taste yourself..."
Rage built up inside Raziel. "Shut up!" He hissed, running towards her. But before she could attack, the vampire has dodged him, and now stood behind him.
"Please, Lord Raziel, come back home." The vampire pleaded.
"Shut up!" Raziel snarled again. "I'm not one of you!"
"You're our leader, Lord Raziel." She corrected. "We need you. We want our Lord Raziel back."
"Well I'm not him." Raziel attacked her again, this time he succeeded, slashing her side, blood leaking from her uniform. Raziel grinned. Since he was so thirsty, maybe he could use this witch for a feed. She looked up at him.
"You are him, Raziel. Please, stop this. Come back home." With that said, she ran off into the fog.
"Oh, no you don't!" Raziel hissed, running after her. He wanted to let loose some of his anger, anger from the fact that this place was now dead, no doubt because of the vampires. But by the time he caught up with her, he saw her jump up onto a higher ledge. He searched for her in the fog, but he had lost her and his chance of letting off his steam. His vampiric face twisted into visage of rage. But he couldn't do much about it. He decided to set off what used to be Coorhagen. This place was just creeping him out. He didn't like the graves that littered the place. The reminder that he was dead too, he hated even more.
"Of all the incompetent, worthless... Get OUT, you fools! GET OUT, before I'm tempted to throw you all into the abyss!!" Kain shouted, obviously enraged over the fact Raziel had escaped, and that his Razielhim let him do so because they were drunk.
"I wouldn't mind being thrown into the abyss if only he'd quit shouting." Hissed Bob, quickly leaving, still suffering from his heavy hangover.
"He knows that. That's why he's yelling." Kat frowned, breathing out a sigh of relief once they had left Kain's presence.
"Thanks a lot, Bob." Matt frowned, not happy with having a hangover himself.
"Big deal. We got off alive, didn't we?" Bob asked.
"Yeah, but Raziel's run off. Who knows where he is?" Kat asked.
"Well we'll just have to find him, right?" Bob asked. "I guess I'm responsible, so..."
"We'll all help." Kat offered.
"Thanks. But... Can I die again first? This headache's killing me!"
Meanwhile...
Garth smirked, as Julie pushed him towards the bed, laughing. He wrapped his arms around her waist, as she lifted up her lips, allowing him to kiss her, sliding his tongue into her mouth. Her hands caressed his shoulders. They both tumbled onto the bed. Garth's clawed hands gently moved down her waist, onto her ass...
"EVERYBODY! WE MUST WORK TOGETHER IF WE ARE TO REMOVE THE VAMPIRE PLAGUE!" A voice shouted from outside, easily heard despite the walls between the two lovers and the man yelling from outside. Garth broke the kiss, surprised, the mood totally ruined. Julie hung her head at the interruption. "Oh, what is it this time?" She frowned. Garth shook his head, not knowing. The two had gotten away with their vampire-human relationship, so far. But the idea of someone rallying another holy war obviously made Garth nervous. "I'll go take a look." He said, getting up disappointed himself at the interruption.
"I'll come too." Julie said, adjusting her skirt again, moving down the hall to the front door, peeking out, before seeing a crowd in the middle of the street, their backs towards the abode they had just left. Garth knew enough to keep his face hidden. He wasn't like the rest of the vampires that populated most of Nosgoth, but with a good look you could still spot one or two vampiric traits. It was probably because he wasn't from Kain's brood. He was one of the few remains of Vorador's kin. He kept his head down, his claws in his pockets, and his ears open.
"HAVEN'T YOUR PEOPLE LIVED LONG ENOUGH UNDER THIS MONSTER'S RULE? HOW LONG HAVE YOU PEOPLE LIVED AS MERE CATTLE TO HIM? WE'RE HUMAN! AREN'T WE MORE THAN CATTLE?" The man rallying was oddly dressed, wearing a thick black cloak hiding most of his body and face. Garth dared to look up; there was something about this man...
"SHOULDN'T WE SHOW THOSE FIENDS THAT OURSELVES? THAT WE ARE MORE THAN CATTLE! LET US FIGHT TOGETHER, AND FINALLY REMOVE THE SHACKLES THAT KAIN HAS PLACED ON OUR HANDS!"
"Can't argue with that." Muttered Garth, meaning the latter part of what the man was saying. He wasn't too fond of Kain himself. But hey, what could one person, vampire or human, do?
But it was a big mistake. A woman turned to look at who was talking, about to agree, when she caught a glance at his yellow eyes.
"Vampire!" The woman yelled, pointing at Garth accusingly. The entire crowd, barring Julie, who attempted to pull her lover away, stared at Garth.
"AHA! THE FIENDS ATTEMPT TO WALK AMONG US! WE SHALL SHOW HIM THE ERR OF HIS WAYS! LET HIM BE THE FIRST TO DIE!" The man yelled, pointing also at Garth from under his sleeve. The crowd clawed at him, trying to bring him forward. And though inside, Garth kept on thinking 'Oh shit I'm in for it now,' he felt oddly calm. Lifting up his head, exposing his vampiric traits, he raised his voice to shout. "I think you should take a good look at the person who claims to help you. For I believe that he is not one to talk!"
"Huh?" Several of the mob stopped, puzzled at his words, turning back to the man who was rallying them.
"DON'T LISTEN TO HIM. HE ONLY SEEKS TO CONFUSE YOU TO ENSURE THAT HE ESCAPES. KILL HIM NOW BEFORE HE TRIES TO ESCAPE!" The cloak man yelled back.
"Before he tries to escape?" Garth repeated to himself, incredulous. "What kind of hunter are you, as to show no mercy, even to your enemy?"
"VAMPIRES DESERVE NO MERCY, I TELL YOU!" Cloak man yelled back, lifting up his arms wide. "THE FIENDS ARE NOTHING BUT VILE PREDATORS THAT WILL KILL YOU ALL. WE MUST KILL THEM NOW IF WE ARE TO SURVIVE! WILL THEY SHOW YOU MERCY? NEVER! THEN, SHOULD WE SHOW THEM MERCY? HELL NO!"
"Well I have lived with this vampire long enough. He may be a predator, but I still love him!" Julie yelled, getting into the argument. Several of the crowd gasped at the revelation, with several of a 'Julie, no!" thrown into the mix, including Garth himself. Julie turned to him. "No, Garth. I won't let this jerk separate us!"
"LOVE HIM!?" The cloak man yelled incredulously. "YOU FOOL! HOW CAN YOU TRUST HIM? HE'LL KILL YOU OR CONVERT YOU THE MOMENT YOU LET YOUR GUARD DOWN!"
"He's had a bloody long enough time to do that, but he hasn't yet!" Julie yelled back. "I WON'T LET YOU KILL HIM!" Julie placed herself between Garth and the crowd, arms spread out in protest.
"FOOL! THE FIEND IS BIDING HIS TIME FOR THE OPPURTUNE MOMENT! GET OUT OF THE WAY!" The cloaked man began moving through the crowd, and had taken a sword, ready to use it against the vampire that Julie stood before.
"NEVER! I won't leave him!" Julie protested.
"THE FIEND HAS TURNED THIS GIRL'S MIND!" Cloak man yelled, turning back to the crowd, before looking back at Julie again.
"IF SHE WANTS TO STAND IN OUR WAY, LIKE A TRAITOR, SO BE IT!" The cloaked man raised his sword, and before anyone could stop him, as the man was strangely quick to move, he brought it down on the girl. Fortunately, Garth, who was still behind Julie, reacted in time to pull her back by the hips. The sword slashed down on the girl's arm, leaving a deep, bloody gash. Julie now away from the cloaked figure, winced, clutching her injured arm, still in Garth's embrace. "How could you?" Garth scowled at the cloaked figure, angry at what he had done to his lover. He didn't yell, but quietly he asked the cloaked man. The look was apparently lost on the man, but not on the crowd. Slowly, they tore their gaze from the injured girl, held carefully in the predator's arms, towards the man who was a moment ago rallying them, who didn't seem to care at what he had just done. Eventually, he noticed the angry glares he was getting from the people around him.
"What? She was defending the enemy." The figure stated a little too simply. "Anyone who's a friend of vampires is an enemy!"
"So you'll kill me just because of whom I love?" Julie spoke up then winced from the pain in her arm.
"Shhhhhhh." Garth said, laying her gently down, the ripping a part of his shirt out to cover her wound.
"I..." The figure lowered his sword, silent. After a pause, however, he shook his head. "THE GIRL IS A TRAITOR, AND HAS CHOSEN THE VAMPIRE'S SIDE. SHE WOULD HAVE LET HERSELF BEEN CONVERTED. IT IS BEST THAT SHE BE SAVED NOW, NO MATTER HOW. WILL YOU PEOPLE LET THAT HAPPEN TO YOU? DO YOU WANT TO LIVE THE REST OF AN ETERNITY FEEDING OFF THE LIFEBLOOD OF OTHERS? DO YOU WANT TO BE LIKE THOSE VERMIN WHO SEEK TO DOMINATE US? DO YOU WANT TO BECOME AS EVIL AS THEY ARE? NEVER, I SAY! LET US ALL RISE AGAINST THOSE PARASITES, WE SHALL NEVER BECOME LIKE THEM..." The figure had raised his sword while he was saying this, but stopped when Garth stood up. Garth kept his face lowered, the dark bangs of his hair hiding his golden eyes from the cloaked man before him, his expression unreadable, until he began chuckling darkly. "Methinks the man doth protest a trifle too much..." He grinned.
The crowd now began clawing at the cloaked figure, who began to back away, albeit too late. The hood of the cloak was lowered, revealing the man to indeed be a vampire.
"He's a vampire!" A man yelled, shocked.
"It's a trick!"
"None other than the vampire Raziel!"
"Wait!" Another man ran up. "Why would a vampire try to get us to fight against his own kind?"
"It's vampire trick!" A woman yelled.
"No." Raziel spoke up. "I used to be a Sarafan, before Kain changed me... into this.... This abomination!"
"A Sarafan?" Several people gasped. The man who had just defended him tensed, his eyebrow twitching.
"But now that I'm in my right mind I want to help you people be free again, like the sarafan hero I used to be..." Raziel explained.
"You mean the same Sarafan who bullied Nosgoth and taxed the people dry? All in the name of removing the vampire scourge?" The man clenched his fist, still facing away from Raziel.
"Uh..." Raziel stared at the man's back blankly.
"And I fine job you did of it too!" Another man stared at Raziel, clutching his rake.
"We don't want any Sarafan bossing us about! We'd be happier with the vampires!"
"Defend the innocent, my ass!"
Garth turned away from the crowd advancing on the ex-sarafan, carefully picking up Julie, holding her between his arms, and carrying her back to their home.
"Come on Julie. Let's get back to what we were doing before."
Julie winced again at the blood coming from the cloth holding her wound closed.
"Do you want me to lick it better?" Garth asked. Julie looked back up at him, a saucy smile decorating her pretty features, nodding. Garth simply smirked back.
"You can't do this to me! I'm a hero!" Raziel protested, struggling in his bonds, trying to get out of the catapult, and feeling rather angry and rejected.
"And we salute you for it." The man from before said absently. "Goodbye now!"
Raziel was sent flying off high into the horizon, back in the direction to where his vampire friends should make him feel welcome. The mob watched him disappear happily, thankful to be spared the cure that was worse than the illness.
That was quick 0_o. In any case, I thought Raziel got his cummupence. I don't know how long this fic is going to be, but if you want me to end it now, or for it to keep on going, please say so. The next chapter might take a moment, since I'll be busy. Please R&R! ^_^
Graves. Nothing but graves. Nobody was alive, and no matter how much Raziel searched what was left of Vasserbunde, all he found was buried bodies. He searched desperately, hoping to find at least one person, spotting a body, to find it simply dead, sucked dry ages ago, and decaying. Vasserbunde had become a necropolis, a city of graves. The loss of it's inhabitants, no matter what they were like before, gave Raziel a heavy feeling of depression, as well as more incentive to take revenge on the vampires for laying waste the town. The cold, empty loneliness Raziel was beginning to feel seemed to make the many grave sites more spooky. The whole area contained nothing but death. Then again, he was dead himself. Raziel shuddered at the thought; glad he didn't go to the tomb-like sarafan stronghold after all.
"Raziel..."
Raziel tensed, hearing the whisper from the fog around him. The place was creeping him out enough, he wondered if his imagination was getting the worst of him.
"Razielllllllll..." The voice teased again. There was definitely someone there. Raziel looked around, but couldn't see much for the fog. His eyes widened in surprise when he heard a yell, which sent Raziel running towards where he could tell where the source was.
"AAAAARRRGGHHH!" A man was running from a female vampire through a gravesite, only to be caught, and dragged back to her embrace. He tried to pull away from her, but she pulled him back, and bit into his neck, taking the man's blood with relish, until the man slumped down back onto the ground, dead. The one free man Raziel could have found killed. Raziel balked at the scene. Worse still, was the feeling he got from simply watching the scene. The feeling that he wanted to go and join her, and her killing... Raziel balked again.
The female vampire, which Raziel was sure he recognized from earlier, smiled at him, noting the look on his face. "What, it's not as if you don't enjoy the taste yourself..."
Rage built up inside Raziel. "Shut up!" He hissed, running towards her. But before she could attack, the vampire has dodged him, and now stood behind him.
"Please, Lord Raziel, come back home." The vampire pleaded.
"Shut up!" Raziel snarled again. "I'm not one of you!"
"You're our leader, Lord Raziel." She corrected. "We need you. We want our Lord Raziel back."
"Well I'm not him." Raziel attacked her again, this time he succeeded, slashing her side, blood leaking from her uniform. Raziel grinned. Since he was so thirsty, maybe he could use this witch for a feed. She looked up at him.
"You are him, Raziel. Please, stop this. Come back home." With that said, she ran off into the fog.
"Oh, no you don't!" Raziel hissed, running after her. He wanted to let loose some of his anger, anger from the fact that this place was now dead, no doubt because of the vampires. But by the time he caught up with her, he saw her jump up onto a higher ledge. He searched for her in the fog, but he had lost her and his chance of letting off his steam. His vampiric face twisted into visage of rage. But he couldn't do much about it. He decided to set off what used to be Coorhagen. This place was just creeping him out. He didn't like the graves that littered the place. The reminder that he was dead too, he hated even more.
"Of all the incompetent, worthless... Get OUT, you fools! GET OUT, before I'm tempted to throw you all into the abyss!!" Kain shouted, obviously enraged over the fact Raziel had escaped, and that his Razielhim let him do so because they were drunk.
"I wouldn't mind being thrown into the abyss if only he'd quit shouting." Hissed Bob, quickly leaving, still suffering from his heavy hangover.
"He knows that. That's why he's yelling." Kat frowned, breathing out a sigh of relief once they had left Kain's presence.
"Thanks a lot, Bob." Matt frowned, not happy with having a hangover himself.
"Big deal. We got off alive, didn't we?" Bob asked.
"Yeah, but Raziel's run off. Who knows where he is?" Kat asked.
"Well we'll just have to find him, right?" Bob asked. "I guess I'm responsible, so..."
"We'll all help." Kat offered.
"Thanks. But... Can I die again first? This headache's killing me!"
Meanwhile...
Garth smirked, as Julie pushed him towards the bed, laughing. He wrapped his arms around her waist, as she lifted up her lips, allowing him to kiss her, sliding his tongue into her mouth. Her hands caressed his shoulders. They both tumbled onto the bed. Garth's clawed hands gently moved down her waist, onto her ass...
"EVERYBODY! WE MUST WORK TOGETHER IF WE ARE TO REMOVE THE VAMPIRE PLAGUE!" A voice shouted from outside, easily heard despite the walls between the two lovers and the man yelling from outside. Garth broke the kiss, surprised, the mood totally ruined. Julie hung her head at the interruption. "Oh, what is it this time?" She frowned. Garth shook his head, not knowing. The two had gotten away with their vampire-human relationship, so far. But the idea of someone rallying another holy war obviously made Garth nervous. "I'll go take a look." He said, getting up disappointed himself at the interruption.
"I'll come too." Julie said, adjusting her skirt again, moving down the hall to the front door, peeking out, before seeing a crowd in the middle of the street, their backs towards the abode they had just left. Garth knew enough to keep his face hidden. He wasn't like the rest of the vampires that populated most of Nosgoth, but with a good look you could still spot one or two vampiric traits. It was probably because he wasn't from Kain's brood. He was one of the few remains of Vorador's kin. He kept his head down, his claws in his pockets, and his ears open.
"HAVEN'T YOUR PEOPLE LIVED LONG ENOUGH UNDER THIS MONSTER'S RULE? HOW LONG HAVE YOU PEOPLE LIVED AS MERE CATTLE TO HIM? WE'RE HUMAN! AREN'T WE MORE THAN CATTLE?" The man rallying was oddly dressed, wearing a thick black cloak hiding most of his body and face. Garth dared to look up; there was something about this man...
"SHOULDN'T WE SHOW THOSE FIENDS THAT OURSELVES? THAT WE ARE MORE THAN CATTLE! LET US FIGHT TOGETHER, AND FINALLY REMOVE THE SHACKLES THAT KAIN HAS PLACED ON OUR HANDS!"
"Can't argue with that." Muttered Garth, meaning the latter part of what the man was saying. He wasn't too fond of Kain himself. But hey, what could one person, vampire or human, do?
But it was a big mistake. A woman turned to look at who was talking, about to agree, when she caught a glance at his yellow eyes.
"Vampire!" The woman yelled, pointing at Garth accusingly. The entire crowd, barring Julie, who attempted to pull her lover away, stared at Garth.
"AHA! THE FIENDS ATTEMPT TO WALK AMONG US! WE SHALL SHOW HIM THE ERR OF HIS WAYS! LET HIM BE THE FIRST TO DIE!" The man yelled, pointing also at Garth from under his sleeve. The crowd clawed at him, trying to bring him forward. And though inside, Garth kept on thinking 'Oh shit I'm in for it now,' he felt oddly calm. Lifting up his head, exposing his vampiric traits, he raised his voice to shout. "I think you should take a good look at the person who claims to help you. For I believe that he is not one to talk!"
"Huh?" Several of the mob stopped, puzzled at his words, turning back to the man who was rallying them.
"DON'T LISTEN TO HIM. HE ONLY SEEKS TO CONFUSE YOU TO ENSURE THAT HE ESCAPES. KILL HIM NOW BEFORE HE TRIES TO ESCAPE!" The cloak man yelled back.
"Before he tries to escape?" Garth repeated to himself, incredulous. "What kind of hunter are you, as to show no mercy, even to your enemy?"
"VAMPIRES DESERVE NO MERCY, I TELL YOU!" Cloak man yelled back, lifting up his arms wide. "THE FIENDS ARE NOTHING BUT VILE PREDATORS THAT WILL KILL YOU ALL. WE MUST KILL THEM NOW IF WE ARE TO SURVIVE! WILL THEY SHOW YOU MERCY? NEVER! THEN, SHOULD WE SHOW THEM MERCY? HELL NO!"
"Well I have lived with this vampire long enough. He may be a predator, but I still love him!" Julie yelled, getting into the argument. Several of the crowd gasped at the revelation, with several of a 'Julie, no!" thrown into the mix, including Garth himself. Julie turned to him. "No, Garth. I won't let this jerk separate us!"
"LOVE HIM!?" The cloak man yelled incredulously. "YOU FOOL! HOW CAN YOU TRUST HIM? HE'LL KILL YOU OR CONVERT YOU THE MOMENT YOU LET YOUR GUARD DOWN!"
"He's had a bloody long enough time to do that, but he hasn't yet!" Julie yelled back. "I WON'T LET YOU KILL HIM!" Julie placed herself between Garth and the crowd, arms spread out in protest.
"FOOL! THE FIEND IS BIDING HIS TIME FOR THE OPPURTUNE MOMENT! GET OUT OF THE WAY!" The cloaked man began moving through the crowd, and had taken a sword, ready to use it against the vampire that Julie stood before.
"NEVER! I won't leave him!" Julie protested.
"THE FIEND HAS TURNED THIS GIRL'S MIND!" Cloak man yelled, turning back to the crowd, before looking back at Julie again.
"IF SHE WANTS TO STAND IN OUR WAY, LIKE A TRAITOR, SO BE IT!" The cloaked man raised his sword, and before anyone could stop him, as the man was strangely quick to move, he brought it down on the girl. Fortunately, Garth, who was still behind Julie, reacted in time to pull her back by the hips. The sword slashed down on the girl's arm, leaving a deep, bloody gash. Julie now away from the cloaked figure, winced, clutching her injured arm, still in Garth's embrace. "How could you?" Garth scowled at the cloaked figure, angry at what he had done to his lover. He didn't yell, but quietly he asked the cloaked man. The look was apparently lost on the man, but not on the crowd. Slowly, they tore their gaze from the injured girl, held carefully in the predator's arms, towards the man who was a moment ago rallying them, who didn't seem to care at what he had just done. Eventually, he noticed the angry glares he was getting from the people around him.
"What? She was defending the enemy." The figure stated a little too simply. "Anyone who's a friend of vampires is an enemy!"
"So you'll kill me just because of whom I love?" Julie spoke up then winced from the pain in her arm.
"Shhhhhhh." Garth said, laying her gently down, the ripping a part of his shirt out to cover her wound.
"I..." The figure lowered his sword, silent. After a pause, however, he shook his head. "THE GIRL IS A TRAITOR, AND HAS CHOSEN THE VAMPIRE'S SIDE. SHE WOULD HAVE LET HERSELF BEEN CONVERTED. IT IS BEST THAT SHE BE SAVED NOW, NO MATTER HOW. WILL YOU PEOPLE LET THAT HAPPEN TO YOU? DO YOU WANT TO LIVE THE REST OF AN ETERNITY FEEDING OFF THE LIFEBLOOD OF OTHERS? DO YOU WANT TO BE LIKE THOSE VERMIN WHO SEEK TO DOMINATE US? DO YOU WANT TO BECOME AS EVIL AS THEY ARE? NEVER, I SAY! LET US ALL RISE AGAINST THOSE PARASITES, WE SHALL NEVER BECOME LIKE THEM..." The figure had raised his sword while he was saying this, but stopped when Garth stood up. Garth kept his face lowered, the dark bangs of his hair hiding his golden eyes from the cloaked man before him, his expression unreadable, until he began chuckling darkly. "Methinks the man doth protest a trifle too much..." He grinned.
The crowd now began clawing at the cloaked figure, who began to back away, albeit too late. The hood of the cloak was lowered, revealing the man to indeed be a vampire.
"He's a vampire!" A man yelled, shocked.
"It's a trick!"
"None other than the vampire Raziel!"
"Wait!" Another man ran up. "Why would a vampire try to get us to fight against his own kind?"
"It's vampire trick!" A woman yelled.
"No." Raziel spoke up. "I used to be a Sarafan, before Kain changed me... into this.... This abomination!"
"A Sarafan?" Several people gasped. The man who had just defended him tensed, his eyebrow twitching.
"But now that I'm in my right mind I want to help you people be free again, like the sarafan hero I used to be..." Raziel explained.
"You mean the same Sarafan who bullied Nosgoth and taxed the people dry? All in the name of removing the vampire scourge?" The man clenched his fist, still facing away from Raziel.
"Uh..." Raziel stared at the man's back blankly.
"And I fine job you did of it too!" Another man stared at Raziel, clutching his rake.
"We don't want any Sarafan bossing us about! We'd be happier with the vampires!"
"Defend the innocent, my ass!"
Garth turned away from the crowd advancing on the ex-sarafan, carefully picking up Julie, holding her between his arms, and carrying her back to their home.
"Come on Julie. Let's get back to what we were doing before."
Julie winced again at the blood coming from the cloth holding her wound closed.
"Do you want me to lick it better?" Garth asked. Julie looked back up at him, a saucy smile decorating her pretty features, nodding. Garth simply smirked back.
"You can't do this to me! I'm a hero!" Raziel protested, struggling in his bonds, trying to get out of the catapult, and feeling rather angry and rejected.
"And we salute you for it." The man from before said absently. "Goodbye now!"
Raziel was sent flying off high into the horizon, back in the direction to where his vampire friends should make him feel welcome. The mob watched him disappear happily, thankful to be spared the cure that was worse than the illness.
That was quick 0_o. In any case, I thought Raziel got his cummupence. I don't know how long this fic is going to be, but if you want me to end it now, or for it to keep on going, please say so. The next chapter might take a moment, since I'll be busy. Please R&R! ^_^