An Official Announcement: I'm now one of the staff members of the C2 community, Our Eternal Beloved, Kurda Smahlt. Mwu-ha-ha-ha-ha!! Sorry, it slipped out.

Here we go, the second chapter…

(Author's Note: Do you want to know something? You know the leader of the pack of vampaneze, Repan Glurv? Sounds weird, doesn't it. Well, it's that way because it's an anagram of another vampire. If you get who it was right, um… I'll think of something.


Chapter 2. Attack from Within

Kurda led the Repan and his group of vampaneze through long and twisting tunnels, unknown by any of the vampires except a newly elected Vampire Prince. Using his map, Kurda followed the quickest and least guarded way to the Hall.

Kurda could hear whispers from behind him. "…may be a trap…" "…could work…" "…cares for his vampire friends…" "…oi! Get off my foot!…" He ignored these furtive messages that they didn't trust them. He knew that after he was done, they would look up to him with admiration and respect. Of course, that is if they got up that far in the plan.


Arra Sails was still drinking with Larten Crepsley, Vanez Blane and Seba Nile. They were stark outright drunk. They could barely hold their mugs, for Christ's sake. Vanez and Seba, both old men, were giggling hysterically at some very bad joke. Arra and Larten were exchanging very seductive looks, and occasionally grabbing each other's reproductive organs and… you don't want to know.

Anyway, after Larten had fallen asleep onto Arra's chest, she started wondering where the hell Gavner was. She was missing his belly laughter and his jokes already. So she decided to look for him.

She stood up abruptly, letting Larten's head hit the bench. He didn't even flinch. Arra slipped past the giggling duo without much attention, but the old men were too drunk to realize anything at the moment. She walked pretty much like what a drunkard would walk, swaying like a leaf in the breeze. She stepped out of the crowd of drunkards and into the cool, mountain air, and she instantly felt a little better.

She was about to go down one of the tunnels when she heard voices. Tiny whispers coming down from that dark patch of wall, or so she thought. Upon inspection, however, she found it was a tunnel, just big enough for a man to fit through. The voices grew louder from it.

Arra dashed to her room, grabbed a knife and a sword, and approached the tunnel again. This time, she could see men slinking towards her. Leading them, she could see a figure that she thought she had seen before, but could remember. She was just too drunk.

While Arra was thinking, Kurda and his group saw Arra, and paused. Then they saw just how drunk she was, so they approached her. She didn't even acknowledge the group. Repan gave an order, and two of the vampaneze took out some ropes and tied Arra up. When they were done, they chucked her into the tunnel.

Now that nobody was in his way, Kurda calmly approached the Hall of Princes…


Has anybody worked out who the anagram vampire is? OK, here's a hint: That vampire dies in the real series! R&R!