Rahab swam between the columns and bridges that sprinkled the drowned abbey, enjoying the feel of cold water rushing by him, the feeling that no other kind of vampire but his own could feel. He saw his reflection on the way up from the abbey's depth's, and rushed towards it, carefully rising without causing a splash, as a good hunter should, leaping from the water onto the ledge of a building. At that moment though Rahab sensed something; above from the gray rain clouds that blocked out the deadly sun, there came a strange whistling. He turned his head, wondering from which direction it was coming from. He heard an audible crack coming from the building behind him. He didn't get time to look up when his brother Raziel dropped onto ledge not to far from where he stood.

"Lord Rahab!" A Rahabhim jumped into the scene as he emerged from the water. "Kain is issuing a warning to be on the lookout for Lord Raziel, who still has amnesia..." He stopped when he saw Raziel himself, unconscious.

"Yeah, well tell Kain he just dropped in." Rahab replied flatly. "Don't know how we're going to get him out of this place..." He muttered to himself. The Rahabhim heard him, however. But he simply nodded before he left. "Yes, Lord Rahab."

Rahab watched him go, then turned to Raziel, thinking for a moment. "He hit his head pretty hard! I wonder if he's still got amnesia." He wondered aloud.

His question was answered when Raziel groaned, his face scrunching up from his new headache. The two aquatic vampires watched as Raziel hesitantly opened his eyes.

"Ugh... Where am I now?"

"The drowned abbey, home of the Rahabim, brother."


Rouge trudged through the pastoral land, through knee-high grass, trying to ignore the sheep following her.

"Get lost." She hissed at them. Obviously, they didn't understand her, and kept following her like the good little sheep they were.

"Shoo!" She tried again. No luck. Flustered, she moved away faster, before she smirked.

"MUTTON!" She yelled at the sheep. She snickered as they finally ran away.

"Hey! Get lost!" A farmer came up to her, waving a rake in her direction. Rouge watched him run over, giving him a flat stare. She was sick of trudging through this dump, and though she already had her fill, she thought the farmer was somewhat stupid to challenge a vampire by himself, rake or no. "Stay away from my flock! I've had enough of vampires taking off with them!"

"You would prefer that I'd take you?" Rouge crossed her arms. The farmer backed away, a little more wise for wear. "Uh... No! Go ahead, take whatever you like!" He offered her, nervous.

"Humph. I'm not interested in cattle." She shook her head, about to move off, when she stopped. "Hey, did you just say that there were other vampires taking off with your sheep?"

"Yeah." He replied nervously. "Tall... black neck length hair. Big jaw... Pale and evil looking... Sort of like you." Rouge sneered at the man's remark, causing his to back away even further, wielding his rake at her again.

"I'm just telling you what I saw!" The farmer finished nervously.

"Did you see where he went?" She asked him calmly.

"He went off towards that new citadel." The farmer indicated the human citadel not too far away. "There's been some commotion going on there, I tell you..."

"Thanks." She replied, before walking away. The farmer let out a sigh of relief, lowering his rake as he watched her go. He laughed to himself in sheer relief


"T... The drowned abbey?" Raziel shook his head, confused, clutching the back of his head. He then recognized whom he was talking to. "Rahab." His head lowered sadly, then did a double take. "HEY! If you're a vampire, how can you survive in water?"

"I guess you still have amnesia." Rahab commented, shaking his head thoughtfully.

"Hey!" Raziel protested. "I'm not the one with amnesia. You are, Rahab!"

"Suuuurreeeeeee I am." Rahab said placantingly. "Whatever makes you happy."

"It's true. I don't think you remember the human you used to be, do you?"

Rahab simply shrugged in reply. But before Raziel could say anything else, Rahab realized. "Someone should tell Lord Kain that Raziel's still got amnesia. I had better greet him personally." Rahab said. Raziel stood up threateningly as Rahab left.

"Come back, Rahab! I've still got to free your soul! HEY! RAHAB!" But Rahab was gone, leaving Raziel alone on the ledge.

He wondered; what had happened, before he got here? He was at the human citadel, near what was left of Coorhagen. He had rallied some people in effort to have some help in fighting the vampire oppressors. He almost had some help, too, until they rejected him. Why? Because the Sarafan raised taxes? And attacked human sympathizers for vampires? But it was necessary! Why couldn't they see that? It didn't matter, so long as the vampires had gone for once and for all. He supposed that it might seem cruel in one perspective, but he was too busy feeling rejected and angry at them. He was trying to help them, for crying out loud! In any case, if he wanted to find help in fighting the vampires, he couldn't turn to today's humans, or at least the ones at the citadel. By the look of things, they wouldn't help. And no thanks to them, he was back among the vampires he was trying to escape from. Yeah... Real great help there. Now how was he going to escape?


Kain teleported to the bell tower of the abbey, where he usually met when he wanted to talk to Rahab in his territory. He spotted a Rahabim on guard there, with his back to Kain, watching the area below him. Kain cleared his throat, catching the Rahabim's attention. "Lord Kain." He bowed formally; thinking that Kain hadn't noticed the slip of his guard.

"I was told that Raziel was seen here..." Kain noted coolly.

"Rahab has him under guard not too far from here..." The Rahabim explained, then sensed his leader, nodding in Rahab's direction.

"Lord Kain." Rahab announced.

"Well?"

"Raziel's here. He got hit on the head again, but he's still lost it." Rahab explained.

"And his injury had no effect?" Kain asked, with the barest hint of worry crossing his features. Rahab shook his head solemnly.

"Very well. It's best that he be sent back to the sanctuary then."


Kain teleported at the edge of the water where three Turelim waited nearby, with a struggling Raziel in tow. The ex-lieutenant managed after a moment to escape from Kain's grasp and he turned and ran, towards the water's edge. He was just in time to see two Rahabim splash out of the water in front of him, and he turned and ran in the other direction by the time Rahab that leaped out of the water himself. Raziel dodged one Turelim, then swiped his claws at the eyes of another, blinding it. He had just started to attack the third Turelim, when Kain grabbed him from behind by the scruff of the neck.

"Enough of that now." Kain growled into his ear.

"Let me go!" Raziel tried to twist around and attack Kain, then settled for trying to kick Kain behind him. Kain threw him towards the nearest Turelim, who grabbed a better hold of Raziel.

"Calm down already!" Rahab scolded the hissing and spitting vampire before him. "You're going to be all right. You're head's just going to be fixed up. Kain won't hurt you..." Rahab gritted his teeth, truning away before muttering to himself. "...Much."

But Rahab's attempt at reassuring his brother had the opposite effect on the ex-sarafan.

"All right? All right! How can you say that, when you fiends intend to bury my mind under the abomination you turned me into? I'm not falling for your false sense of security!" Raziel hissed.

"I want my lieutenant back." Kain snarled, before he gave his 'son' a good hit on the back of the head, knocking him out. "Take him back to the dungeons. Not back to his room." Kain ordered the two turelim that held the unconscious vampire between them.

"There will be no escape for you this time, Raziel." Kain muttered to himself.


Raziel sat back against the hard cold stone walls behind him. Raziel was alone now; the dungeons were hardly used now, as the few prisoners that vampires took were usually human, and kept in a 'larder' that was separate. Raziel felt that he couldn't be anymore depressed than he was now. The people he used to be one of had rejected him. The vampires were planning to turn him back into the filthy demon he was before, wanting their kin back. It was a far cry from when he was a sarafan, with his brethren, and other humans cheering him on while he eradicated the vampire scourge. Now no one wanted him. After all he did, protecting humanity from their predators, doing what was necessary...

And righteous.

Everything he did was justifiable. Necessary, but righteous. Humans did not prey on vampires. No, it was the other way around. He was defending humanity; even from it's own traitors. Maybe Kain had a point; they needed to feed. But they were demons, and therefore they were evil. Raziel felt... no, he knew, that everything he did was right. He was the good guy, and he had a job to do. And he had to do whatever it took to get it done. But as he was doing it to protect humanity, it was still the right thing. But did they appreciate it? Noooooo.

But that shouldn't stop him from doing his job. True he enjoyed it. But so what? He chose that job to defeat his fear. But there was a second reason; He knew when he was a sarafan, that what he was doing was righteous.

And so long as Raziel knew that, nothing was going to stop him.


"HEY!" Garth yelled, running out of the home, after the dark figure, which he could already tell was a vampire itself. He didn't want to run far from Julie though, and gave up after he lost sight. It was only one bottle, although it was good quality. Grumbling, Garth walked back indoors.

Bob sat on the rooftop of the building he had just ran out of, and popped open the bottle he had just found, chugging it's contents. It seemed to taste better than all of the previous drinks he had had before in comparison. He was in for a disappointment, however, when the bottle was slapped out of his hands, until it rolled into the roof's gutter, neck pointed up.

"WHAT do you think you're doing?" Kat hissed. "Haven't you had enough of this stuff?"

"Leave him, Kat. If he wants to be an idiot, let him." Matt said. "We still need to find Lord Raziel. I've tracked him back up to this place, but after that, he had just... disappeared."

"Oh, him!" The trio turned to find another vampire on the roof behind them, rolling his eyes.

"That Raziel was sent back to your sanctuary a few days ago." Garth explained.

"Uh... thanks." Matt bowed in gratitude of the information given.

"Now, may I please have my well paid liquor back?" Garth asked calmly, his hand held out. Bob sullenly pointed to where it fell in the gutter; it's contents still not even half-empty. Garth disappeared, making his exit with it.

"Great. All this for nothing. Lord Raziel's already home!" Matt groaned.

"No need to hang around here, then." Bob commented wistfully.

"Oh, come on."