"Bye!" We all waved good-bye to the members of the Cirque as we made our way out of the camp.
"We're back on the road!" Arwyn smiled happily.
"Why are you so happy? You almost got killed!" Mr. Crepsley asked in disbelief.
"Yea, well, you need to look on the bright side. That's why you're always so grumpy!" Arwyn replied.
Mr. Crepsley grunted.
After an hour of traveling, we noticed that there had been unusual snaps from behind.
"I think…we're being…followed." Harkat said quietly.
A tree ahead of us started rustling. We all drew our weapons. Evra shook with fear.
Vancha looked at Mr. Crepsley. Mr. Crepsley nodded and Vancha flung 3 shurikens at the tree.
A loud cry erupted from the tree and a man fell to the ground.
His skin was purple. Titan blonde hair fell in his face.
"Vampaneze…" Arwyn sneered.
All of us surrounded the fallen Vampaneze. It was 7 against 1…or so we thought…
"What is your business following us!" Vancha growled, kicking the man as he got up. "What is your name!"
He didn't answer. I saw 2 shurikens in his stomach as he fell from being kicked.
I drew a sword and pressed the tip into the man's back.
Angrily, I yelled, "Answer him!"
He whimpered as I pushed the sword in more.
"A-Alan…" He stuttered.
"Why are you here!" Vancha barked.
"…only my job…"
"He's probably a spy." Mr. Crepsley hissed. "They've probably been following us the whole time."
The truth hit the rest of us hard.
"Is that what you were doing?" Kirin asked the Vampaneze.
Alan looked up and smirked. "Why should I tell you?"
"…kill him." Vancha nodded to me. I hated to do it, but he was our enemy and he wouldn't talk. Alan had no fear in his eyes and he seemed to welcome his death. I shoved my sword deep in his back.
He screamed as his blood splattered from his back and his mouth. He gasped for air and slowly died.
I turned away, ashamed of the brutality of this was, wishing it was over.
Evra stared at me. He had never seen this side of me that I wish I could always keep locked away.
Steve's POV"Sire!"
Gannen Harst burst into my tent.
"What is it now, Gannen?" I sighed, not looking up from my papers.
"It's Alan…"
"Yes?"
"He's dead!" I felt my heart stop. Alan Cris was a spy that went out to follow the trail of the vampires trying to hunt me down.
"How do you know?" I asked skeptically.
"I can't find him mentally. His body gives off no signal…" Gannen formed fist. "But don't worry, sire, your other spies will avenge his death."
I slammed my hand down on the table in front of me. "They kill Alan, we kill someone close to them!" I yelled furiously.
"What do you suggest, sire?" Gannen grinned.
"…the snake boy…"
