Whilst Jayson was making his revelations, Carrot was trying to come to
terms with his own discoveries.
'Carrot? Are you okay?' Angua asked as he sat in silence.
'Can a werewolf grow up not knowing they was one?' Carrot asked in a faraway voice.
'What do you mean?' Angua replied confused.
'Well say a yennork was raised by non-werewolves and never told of their heritage, would they ever know what they really were?' Carrot explained.
'Carrot I don't know! It never usually happens! Why are you asking anyway?' Angua replied.
'This Jayson is here for his brother, a yennork.' Carrot told her trying not to look into her eyes.
'Do you know who?' Angua asked puzzled by Carrot's behaviour.
Carrot turned and looked into her eyes. 'Me.' He said simply.
Jayson was following the miasma of scents all mingled and twisted together as they converged on one spot. The scents were the dark, gloomy, musty scents of the undead and the place he was going to was Biers.
He walked through the door into the gloomy darkness, aware of all the eyes on him as he made his way to the bar. Igor looked at him from the bar, his hand sliding sneakily to the club he kept under the bar.
Jayson sighed as he leant on the bar opposite Igor. 'Is that really necessary?' Jayson asked.
Igor leant back unnerved by his gaze, his hand moving away from under the bar.
'Much better.' Jayson told him smiling. 'I need to know where I can find a vampire.' He continued.
'Plenty of vampires here.' Igor replied his stitches wanting to crawl off his body.
'This one was an important figure. A Dragon King of Arms, I think.' Jayson replied aware of the intent silence behind him.
Igor gulped. 'You new here? Dragon's been locked up in Vetinari's dungeon for a few years now last anyone heard of him.'
'I see. Thank you very much.' Jayson answered politely and sloped off.
As the door closed behind him all the drinkers let out a sigh of relief. They knew trouble when they saw it and didn't want to lose their unlife getting involved in it.
'You!?' Angua gasped in shock.
'That's what he said and I don't see why he would lie.' Carrot replied.
'Because he's insane?' Angua answered sarcastically.
'But it could be possible though?' Carrot insisted.
'I don't know, maybe.' Angua relented.
'But why now?' Carrot said to himself.
Jayson softly whistled under his breath as he crept along the shadows of the palace dungeons, clutching a small package under his arm. He slunk past a guard which stood lazily against his spear staring into space and spun round, his hand grabbing at the guards throat.
'Keys now!' Jayson growled his nails pricking flesh. The guard quickly slipped the ring of keys off his belt and handed them silently to Jayson.
Once Jayson had the keys he knocked the guard out, watching him slump to the floor. He then crept to a looming door made of tempered steel and worked his way through the keys until he found the one that unlocked the door and opened it slowly, waiting for any rush of movement.
'Who are you?' came a dry voice from a dark corner of the room.
'Someone you wouldn't believe could exist.' Jayson replied taking in the scene, a large wooden desk lit by a small candle lamp and covered in scrolls of parchment.
Jayson sighed 'Still trying to recover your breeding plan?' he said.
The figure didn't move from its concealment. 'So Vetinari has finally decided to get rid of me. No doubt Vimes petitioned it be so.' He said bitterly.
'Vetinari has decided no such thing. If you'd pay attention to your nose you'd know I wasn't an Assassin.' Jayson replied dryly.
There was a sound of sniffing and Dragon gasped. 'A werewolf? What do you want with me?' he said coming out form the dark.
'You plotted against my brother.' Jayson said simply.
Dragon was perplexed. 'But Vetinari was an only child!'
Jayson laughed humourlessly. 'How old do you think I am? I thought you were a genealogist? I see there were a few branches missing in your tree of a king's descent.' He told Dragon.
'You're the brother of Carrot Ironfoundersson?' Dragon asked in disbelief.
'Didn't you know already or was our ancestors unions too well hidden from you?' Jayson asked.
'But my sources clearly told me only one scion remained.' Dragon demanded.
'Obviously your sources were incorrect.' Jayson said and dashed closer pinning Dragon to the wall.
Dragon's frail body struggled in Jayson's grasp but the vampire's strength wasn't enough to match Jayson's and there was a snapping of bones as Jayson dropped Dragon's disabled form.
'Your continued plotting against our bloodline ends here.' Jayson growled.
Dragon looked up, his arms hanging limp by his side, fear in his eyes but he was still able to sneer. 'I'm a vampire we can never die!' he retorted.
'But you can be prevented of resurrection.' Jayson said grinning revealing his package.
Dragin's pale face paled further as his features sunk in shock as he saw the jar in Jayson's hand.
'Nooo!' he screeched as Jayson opened the jar and staked him, catching the ashes within it.
Dragon's ashes floated within the holy water inside the jar as Jayson screwed it shut, tucking it under his cloak. Satisfied he left the cell locking it behind him and threw the keys onto the recumbent guard.
As Jayson strolled nonchalantly out of the palace he became aware of a presence. Jayson stood still and lashed out at thin air, his claws catching something and coming away holding a strip of orange fabric.
A figure appeared from out of nowhere his wizened elderly face looking at him reproachfully. 'That robe was new!' Lu Tze sighed gazing at the hole in his robe.
'You.' Jayson growled.
'What are you doing? You're affecting history!' Lu Tze replied.
'I had a deal, three lives to take the place of those lost. You can't interfere.' Jayson snarled holding the jar tightly.
'And if I tried, you could stop me?' Lu Tze said grinning.
'I would if I had to, I still need another life to take. Don't make it yours.' Jayson warned.
'I see.' Lu Tze replied his grin fading. 'Just that I have a message for you.' He added.
'What?' Jayson growled, put out.
'A friend of yours has followed you. It might be a good idea if you look after him before he gets in trouble. Remember this isn't your time.' Lu Tze replied.
Jayson sniffed the air. 'The fool, why did he come? Is this some plan of yours Sweeper?' he barked irritably.
'I'm just the messenger.' Lu Tze replied calmly, leaving Jayson to stalk angrily away, following the scent.
'Carrot? Are you okay?' Angua asked as he sat in silence.
'Can a werewolf grow up not knowing they was one?' Carrot asked in a faraway voice.
'What do you mean?' Angua replied confused.
'Well say a yennork was raised by non-werewolves and never told of their heritage, would they ever know what they really were?' Carrot explained.
'Carrot I don't know! It never usually happens! Why are you asking anyway?' Angua replied.
'This Jayson is here for his brother, a yennork.' Carrot told her trying not to look into her eyes.
'Do you know who?' Angua asked puzzled by Carrot's behaviour.
Carrot turned and looked into her eyes. 'Me.' He said simply.
Jayson was following the miasma of scents all mingled and twisted together as they converged on one spot. The scents were the dark, gloomy, musty scents of the undead and the place he was going to was Biers.
He walked through the door into the gloomy darkness, aware of all the eyes on him as he made his way to the bar. Igor looked at him from the bar, his hand sliding sneakily to the club he kept under the bar.
Jayson sighed as he leant on the bar opposite Igor. 'Is that really necessary?' Jayson asked.
Igor leant back unnerved by his gaze, his hand moving away from under the bar.
'Much better.' Jayson told him smiling. 'I need to know where I can find a vampire.' He continued.
'Plenty of vampires here.' Igor replied his stitches wanting to crawl off his body.
'This one was an important figure. A Dragon King of Arms, I think.' Jayson replied aware of the intent silence behind him.
Igor gulped. 'You new here? Dragon's been locked up in Vetinari's dungeon for a few years now last anyone heard of him.'
'I see. Thank you very much.' Jayson answered politely and sloped off.
As the door closed behind him all the drinkers let out a sigh of relief. They knew trouble when they saw it and didn't want to lose their unlife getting involved in it.
'You!?' Angua gasped in shock.
'That's what he said and I don't see why he would lie.' Carrot replied.
'Because he's insane?' Angua answered sarcastically.
'But it could be possible though?' Carrot insisted.
'I don't know, maybe.' Angua relented.
'But why now?' Carrot said to himself.
Jayson softly whistled under his breath as he crept along the shadows of the palace dungeons, clutching a small package under his arm. He slunk past a guard which stood lazily against his spear staring into space and spun round, his hand grabbing at the guards throat.
'Keys now!' Jayson growled his nails pricking flesh. The guard quickly slipped the ring of keys off his belt and handed them silently to Jayson.
Once Jayson had the keys he knocked the guard out, watching him slump to the floor. He then crept to a looming door made of tempered steel and worked his way through the keys until he found the one that unlocked the door and opened it slowly, waiting for any rush of movement.
'Who are you?' came a dry voice from a dark corner of the room.
'Someone you wouldn't believe could exist.' Jayson replied taking in the scene, a large wooden desk lit by a small candle lamp and covered in scrolls of parchment.
Jayson sighed 'Still trying to recover your breeding plan?' he said.
The figure didn't move from its concealment. 'So Vetinari has finally decided to get rid of me. No doubt Vimes petitioned it be so.' He said bitterly.
'Vetinari has decided no such thing. If you'd pay attention to your nose you'd know I wasn't an Assassin.' Jayson replied dryly.
There was a sound of sniffing and Dragon gasped. 'A werewolf? What do you want with me?' he said coming out form the dark.
'You plotted against my brother.' Jayson said simply.
Dragon was perplexed. 'But Vetinari was an only child!'
Jayson laughed humourlessly. 'How old do you think I am? I thought you were a genealogist? I see there were a few branches missing in your tree of a king's descent.' He told Dragon.
'You're the brother of Carrot Ironfoundersson?' Dragon asked in disbelief.
'Didn't you know already or was our ancestors unions too well hidden from you?' Jayson asked.
'But my sources clearly told me only one scion remained.' Dragon demanded.
'Obviously your sources were incorrect.' Jayson said and dashed closer pinning Dragon to the wall.
Dragon's frail body struggled in Jayson's grasp but the vampire's strength wasn't enough to match Jayson's and there was a snapping of bones as Jayson dropped Dragon's disabled form.
'Your continued plotting against our bloodline ends here.' Jayson growled.
Dragon looked up, his arms hanging limp by his side, fear in his eyes but he was still able to sneer. 'I'm a vampire we can never die!' he retorted.
'But you can be prevented of resurrection.' Jayson said grinning revealing his package.
Dragin's pale face paled further as his features sunk in shock as he saw the jar in Jayson's hand.
'Nooo!' he screeched as Jayson opened the jar and staked him, catching the ashes within it.
Dragon's ashes floated within the holy water inside the jar as Jayson screwed it shut, tucking it under his cloak. Satisfied he left the cell locking it behind him and threw the keys onto the recumbent guard.
As Jayson strolled nonchalantly out of the palace he became aware of a presence. Jayson stood still and lashed out at thin air, his claws catching something and coming away holding a strip of orange fabric.
A figure appeared from out of nowhere his wizened elderly face looking at him reproachfully. 'That robe was new!' Lu Tze sighed gazing at the hole in his robe.
'You.' Jayson growled.
'What are you doing? You're affecting history!' Lu Tze replied.
'I had a deal, three lives to take the place of those lost. You can't interfere.' Jayson snarled holding the jar tightly.
'And if I tried, you could stop me?' Lu Tze said grinning.
'I would if I had to, I still need another life to take. Don't make it yours.' Jayson warned.
'I see.' Lu Tze replied his grin fading. 'Just that I have a message for you.' He added.
'What?' Jayson growled, put out.
'A friend of yours has followed you. It might be a good idea if you look after him before he gets in trouble. Remember this isn't your time.' Lu Tze replied.
Jayson sniffed the air. 'The fool, why did he come? Is this some plan of yours Sweeper?' he barked irritably.
'I'm just the messenger.' Lu Tze replied calmly, leaving Jayson to stalk angrily away, following the scent.