Sorry about the delay (again). I'm doing this from my friend's house, because my computer's busted. Please be prepared for long delays after this. Sorry, but life ain't perfect.

To my reviewers:

clam theif: You love cats? Hmm, I know a friend who's a cat fanatic... You wouldn't want to meet him. No offense, OshiShadow, but you are a cat freak.

The Freaky Butt Mate: Well, you got more! Happy?

S-A: Thank you for reviewing, oh your honourable laziness.

clam theif: You were the first. Gosh, you guys are so smart!

S-A: Yes, yes, you're smart. Stop waving your ass, woman, or I'll stick a knife up it! Sorry.

The Freaky Butt Mate: How come everybody knows? The anagrams took me a good five minutes, you know!

Love Psychodelicio: Finally, somebody didn't mention the anagram! I am so happy!

Love Psychodelicio: If Vanez is young, then we all haven't been born yet, y'hear?

Banjo: This one's quite short as well, but I can't help it. Sorry.

lordofthecrimsonnight: Yup, well said.

lioness of darkness: YES!! STOP ASKING ALREADY! Jeez.


Chapter 3. Behold, The Entry of The Saviour

Paris Skyle sat on his throne, drinking a mug of warm blood. He had decided against taking alcohol three decades ago, when he had decided that he was now an old vampire. Not many lived to his age; he was going to make sure he was going to live life to its fullest.

But sitting in the Hall of Princes, alone with only a now rapidly emptying mug of blood to keep him company, Paris was extremely bored. He had dismissed his servant, and had allowed him to go enjoy the party. In his deepest depths, he wished that he could go and enjoy the fruits of life once again, but it was not to be so. I am probably the only vampire in the whole of Vampire Mountain who is not drunk, thought Paris. He was wrong.

As he was brooding over whether or not to go drink with Seba and everybody else, he saw Kurda enter the Hall with a dozen vampaneze at his tail. Paris immediately put down his mug, and stood up.

"Kurda! What is the meaning of this?" asked Paris. He could not believe his eyes. The newly elected Vampire Prince, betraying his people and letting their sole enemies into their stronghold? This was absolutely outrageous.

Kurda remained calm. "Paris, you know that there will be a war between the two creatures of the night in the future. Desmond Tiny has told us so. But if we let our enemy, our brothers, take over, there will be no war. There will be no casualties. Neither clan will fall to the other. That is my dream, Paris. I am the saviour." said Kurda, with determination Paris had never seen before in the young man's eyes. Any other day he would have admired it, but not at this particular time.

Paris drew his sword. "No bloody vampaneze will take over Vampire Mountain," shouted Paris. "As long I stand and fight!" He pounced on the nearest vampaneze, and before anyone could stop him, Paris chopped off his head. Blood sprayed everywhere from the severed neck. Paris turned to the other vampaneze, possessed by anger. So were the vampaneze, especially Repan. Only one thought lingered in their minds: Revenge.

Before one blow was thrown, Kurda stepped in. He didn't want the takeover of Vampire Mountain to end up as a bloodbath. Paris glared at Kurda, and the vampaneze suddenly realized something they should have realized long ago: Kurda was a pacifist, and he didn't want anyone, especially his 'vampire friends', to die. A few of the vampaneze were absolutely enraged. But Repan understood Kurda's wishes, and mentally sent a message to his fellow vampaneze: He knows what he is doing. Let him be.

"Get out of my way, traitor, or I will strike you down!" screamed Paris, holding his sword in front of him. The tip was only a few millimetres away from Kurda's chest. Kurda regarded Paris with an uncanny calmness.

"Paris, you know you cannot survive if you strike me down. None will come to your aid, for they are all drunk. I want none to die, although I know that that is impossible. So, which do you choose?" asked Kurda.

Paris regarded the Prince with disgust. He drew his sword back, aiming at the traitor's heart. "Never." he whispered, and pushed.

Kurda stepped to the side quicker than Paris had anticipated, and pushed the sword away. Then, Kurda gave the elderly Prince a punch that knocked Paris back into his throne.

"Vanez said I was useless, but I learnt from him very well." whispered Kurda, and punched Paris in the gut. Repan walked up beside Kurda, and brought his fist down on Paris' head. Paris lost consciousness immediately. His head slumped down, and the frown ebbed away into nothingness. His sword dropped to the floor.

Repan ordered the same two who had tied up Arra to do the same for Paris. After they were done, they pushed the body behind the throne, in the shadows.

Kurda led the vampaneze to the Stone of Blood. It glowed softly, as if it too were drunk from the spirits of the vampires. Few of the group gasped when they saw it; others grinned. Now that the vampaneze had it, they could find exactly which vampire was where in the world, through Kurda. This meant that hunting for stray vampires would be very easy for the vampaneze, by sending each other telepathic messages of the vampire's whereabouts.

Repan stood, and summoned the attention of all.

"Tonight, we shall put all the vampires under our power. Those who resist, we shall kill," he said triumphantly. "From tonight, this mountain shall be Vampaneze Mountain!!" A roar erupted in the midst of the vampaneze. Kurda smiled. His plan had worked; Desmond Tiny's prophecy would be obsolete. Or so he thought.


Cliffhanger here. R&R, if you want more!!