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Part II: Crimson Rain

Chapter 1

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Many Months Before…

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Raindrops fell like teardrops onto the heads of those walking through the forest. It had begun to pour like an ill omen, the moment they stepped off of the edge of the wards of the school. Lulu had made a statement about it, but it never was heard by the power of the water hitting the treetops.

Harry was toying with the handguns Baretta had given him, and allowing Blaise to lead him. He followed her footsteps as best he could hear them, still looking at the guns. They shimmered despite the darkness, and had a deadly glint to them, almost like a sword of some kind that allowed the light to travel along the deadly blade. Harry stopped suddenly, as he heard something behind him. He spun around and had enough time to dive out of the way as an acromantula dove at him. Rolling to the side, he spun and squared off with the large spider. Guns still in his hands, he aimed and fired.

He pulled the triggers, and found himself skidding backward across the ground. Looking, he saw the spider was missing a good many legs on its left side, to the point that it couldn't move. Harry slipped the guns away, as he wasn't used to them, and was about to simply walk away, when the beast made a loud screeching cry.

Suddenly Kyoto rushed to where Harry was, Blaise behind him and Lulu there as well. Baretta had two handguns out that were not his usual ones. They were black and looked to be what Harry figured as automatic guns called "Uzis" and they were fitted with laser sights. He was surveying the area with the sights, while Kyoto seemed to be looking around. "Harry…what just happened?" He asked, his voice edgy.

"I got attacked and I used the handguns to shoot at the damned spider. The guns are powerful as hell, I have to admit, but I need more practice with them. I think I will stick to what I know. Why?"

"Uh…Harry…look around." Kyoto muttered. Harry looked around, and saw that they were surrounded by masses and masses of acromantula before sighing and pulling out his sword. "You take the hundred on the left, I'll take the hundred on the right?" he muttered and Harry chuckled a bit, and they both crouched low and blasted themselves forward toward the enemies.

Blaise moved to follow, but Lulu held her back. She pointed, and Blaise squinted, watching as Harry and Kyoto quite literally looked like pinballs, jumping off of one tree and striking, just to bounce from another tree to do the same.

Lulu created a ball of fire in her hand so that they could all see, but they saw very little as, the moment she started the hovering ball of fire, Baretta smacked her in the head. "Put that shit out, you dumb bitch!" He shouted, before his guns began to discharge at a rapid rate, firing bullets at the rapidly closing in beasts that had, until then, left the three alone, opting to go after the two that were attacking them. "You did this, so start getting us out!"

Lulu was about to start chanting when she saw one of the spiders diving at her. She wouldn't be able to get a spell off in time. Suddenly the spider was skewered on Blaise's knife. She threw the spider to the ground before she ran off toward the last place she had seen Harry and Kyoto in. Lulu rolled her eyes and drew her scythes and began to attack.

One spider was de-legged, but by sheer force of will, it crawled using its front mandible toward Lulu. She gaped before she stabbed it through, and followed where Blaise had gone. Baretta took up the rear, shooting the spiders that got near him.

Soon enough, they were all together again in a clearing. Looking around, Harry realized something was wrong, as hordes of the spiders were all around the clearing, but none even tried to come in. They all seemed to be waiting.

Suddenly, through the trees came a large spider, it was huge, bigger than the rest, and to its sides were two other large spiders, both looking large and powerful. "Aragog…" Harry muttered. He rose his sword, and Blaise walked up to join him. Kyoto stepped back and pushed Lulu forward, and smiled.

"Three to a fight, so no one hits anyone else. We'll be here." He spoke sagely, before he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Baretta placed the Uzis somewhere else, and pulled out his personal handguns and began to spin them nervously, and he ejected the clips and placed in a separate set, with a bright red casing.

Harry rose his sword and saw the first opportunity to attack. He rushed forward and made to attack Aragog. However, before he could strike the huge beast, one of the flanking spiders got in the way and took the brunt of the attack to its underbelly. A huge slash appeared that slowly began to burn and decay on its own, but the creature was still able to move. Harry jumped back to allow for an attack by Blaise, who ran forward with both of her Slytherin Blades bared. She attacked the same spider that had blocked Harry's attack to the largest spider, and used the opportunity his attack had made as a means of capitalizing. The creature was nearly felled, but staggered to standing.

The second flanking spider, the one that was unharmed, blasted a shot of webbing that hit Blaise along her legs. She dropped to the ground and was hard pressed to move, as she tried to cut the webbing from her legs. Lulu began to cast a spell, and her scythes moved as she waved them, and there was silenced for some time. Then, suddenly, there seemed to be some kind of suction from in front of her, pulling air toward her and dragging the spiders in front of them forward a few feet, before it almost seemed like fire was being ejected back, wave after wave of fire seemingly coming from a whole in the middle of the air in a thick stream. It hit all three spiders and spread. The injured spider dropped dead on the ground, and Aragog finally took some damage, but seemed to not even be effected.

Aragog finally took an attack. It rushed forward and slammed into Harry, sending him backwards and into a tree. He landed in a crouched position and coughed loudly. Kyoto headed over toward him, but he shook him off. Harry was beginning to get angered by the spiders, as his taking of the attack seemed to have allowed the other spider to take an attack out on Blaise, sending her back toward him. He caught her and held her for a moment before he figured out what they could do.

Lulu had harmed the second flanking spider by connecting her scythes together and throwing the resulting chakram, which cut the spider deep and straight through in one place, were the disk spun back like a boomerang.

Harry ran forward, sword in one hand, but before he got to Aragog, he turned and crouched, putting his hands out over his knee, and Blaise, who had been running behind him ran toward him and put one foot up, and he caught it and used it to catapult her high into the air. From there and his crouch, he rushed forward to slash at Aragog. The blocking spider jumped in the way, and Harry slashed through it, like planned. The spider wasn't dead, but that didn't matter, as Aragog was.

Blaise twisted in the air, slipping the knives back, before she yanked out the Zabini Blades, and as she came down, sank them deep into the back of Aragog's head, and then slid down the creature's back with the knives still buried deep inside the large spider. The spider was dead instantly. Blaise got up and slipped the knives back in, before she dusted her hands off and walked back over to the group. The horde of acromantula that had been watched the fight scattered as their leader died, leaving the group of five to themselves. Harry kissed her lightly on the forehead, before they turned to Kyoto and Baretta. Kyoto smiled slightly, and Baretta shrugged.

Harry slid the sword back into its sheath as Baretta walked past Harry. The former muttered something to the latter and nodded his head toward the dead acromantula body, before walking off. Harry stared at the body for a moment and then pulled his guns out. He aimed at the downed Aragog, and started to fire. He didn't fly back, but his aim wasn't as good. Kyoto tossed him the white backpack, and he set it down, before he removed his jacket and the sword, and aimed around. "What's he doing?" Blaise asked Kyoto.

"Getting practice with the guns. I hate the damned things, but he will need to be able to use them eventually, so he is taking some time to learn to use them. I'd suggest you try and figure out some of your own attacks and such, not relying on Harry. Find out what kind of things you can do with the magical energy you have that won't kill your resources and can do the maximum damage possible. Because in the end, this thing we went through today is only the beginning, we still have a lot more to go through, and it would be best if you were ready."

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The wind was blowing outside of the small house in Surrey, and the 3 inhabitants groaned inside as the supports swayed slowly and softly. Petunia always prided herself as a good, religious woman, someone that was put on the earth for a purpose. For the longest, she believed her purpose was to stamp out the evil that was witchcraft, upon her finding her sister had it, and it was the cause of said sibling's death. However, since her nephew had mysteriously disappeared earlier in the summer, things have begun to get downright evil in her life.

Neighbors moved in to the house next door, and seemed to be perpetually trying to invite the now Vernon-less Dursleys over to their house. Petunia had yet to accept the invitation, feeling the people were a bit odd. The couple didn't have a car, nor any other means of transit it seemed, and yet they seemed to disappear from their house randomly and impossibly, and then just show up again. They dressed awkwardly, and seemed much too interested in the things Petunia deemed as weird.

She had awoken that particular night to the sound of the house swaying and shaking on its foundation, and she headed down for a cup of coffee. She wasn't tired, and had a feeling in the pit of her stomach that something was wrong. Walking down the hall, she heard a sound from Harry's old room. She entered, and listened to the sound of something whirring and spinning, until she was led to a loose floorboard in the room. She lifted it, and saw something that looked almost like a top spinning and flashing from its hiding place in an old wool sock. She looked at it before she tossed it away. Suddenly, she saw lights coming into the window from somewhere.

Running to the once-barred window, she looked out and saw she had a clear view of the new neighbor's backyard. And the flashing lights were coming from there. Looking, as she normally would, Petunia fainted outright.

In the center of a circle of people was a thin, pale, serpentine figure with red eyes. He was holding his hands outward, and there seemed to be a meeting going on. And before she lost consciousness, she watched as he slit open the wrists of a small child, someone she recognized as young Mark Evans from the neighborhood. He lifted the boy and drank from the bleeding wrists, before he seemed to burn and cauterize the wounds, lapping up the spilt blood. And with a deep and sick laugh, magical energy flared up so powerful that even Petunia felt it.

Passing out, Petunia's mind immediately began turning the event she had seen into some kind of nightmare, contorting memory into a belief that it was all a bad dream, the human mind working against the greater good. And that would be why, upon awakening, Petunia Dursley wouldn't realize that Death Eaters had moved in next door, and that Voldemort himself was taking of the youth of the neighborhood. The self-styled Dark Lord, well into his later years, was drinking upon the youth of Little Whinging. And in doing so, effectively increasing the power he held, and tipping the scales away from Dumbledore.

Sadly for him, what he didn't realize was, there was a 3rd side to the war, and the group was coming on the horizon, and things weren't looking bright for him, as the one prophesied to be in the final battle against him was, at the time, getting more powerful as well. More powerful, all thanks to him. Him, and a Demon named Phearamos…

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Harry had gotten a lot better with the handguns Baretta had given him in the 3 hours he practiced, but still not incredibly good and comfortable with the guns. He was, however, growing deeply comfortable using the Demon Sword that Kyoto had given him for his birthday. The weapon felt very right in his hands, and he didn't realize that he was practicing for as long as he was until the sun began to rise over the horizon. Harry slipped the sword back into its sheath as he heard sticks crunching behind him. He turned around, and had a split second to react, before he rolled backwards. Over his head shot two bullets, and struck the tree above him. Looking up as he pulled out the two handguns, he saw Baretta standing there, smirking.

"Good job kid." He walked over and looked to the boy, who was still holding the guns. He corrected the way that Harry was holding them, before holding up his own pistols. There was a line of some kind of golden writing that looked like hieroglyphs on one of his guns, and a line of similar hieroglyphs on the other, in black. "These are Isis and Osiris. I find that I have a better ability to connect with the guns, and use them if they have names. And at times, it can seem like they are alive."

"What kind of guns are these? I don't know anything about guns, but it would be nice to know what they were, so I can get some upgrades and stuff on them if need be." Harry inquired.

"They are custom weapons, I made the base designs, and took them to someone I know to get some mods done. The Demon helped, because some modifications had to be made by him, since Demons and Angels, despite being, at the basics very similar, aren't the same, and are a bit different. Meaning there are no other weapons like them in the world. In terms of power, one shot, and you can send a natural vampire to shit, and two can take out most lower powered Turns or Dhampires. The clips have a space-time flux that causes a distortion in time that therefore repeats the same basic space an infinite number of times based on an anomaly in anti-space that I created." At Harry's confused look, Baretta sighed. "Stupid fucking kids, what do they teach them in these schools? Basically I can put one bullet into anti-space, a pocket outside of space and time that I can create, and then manipulate time so that that one pocket of space is repeated an infinite number of times. In shorter words, I can put one bullet in, and make an infinite number of them."

Harry was gaping at Baretta by the end of his explanation. "So your homework assignment will be to name those guns. That, and draw faster. Any fucking halfwit of a vampire wouldn't have triggered that twig, and wouldn't have given you time to roll and draw. Be able to get those things into your hands the fastest way you can, always be ready to shoot. I don't care if you have to never put them down, and have that girl of yours hold you while you piss, that's on you, but be ready to shoot at any and all times." And with that, Baretta turned and left. Harry muttered obscenities after the man, but slipped the guns into the holsters and headed back toward where Blaise was.

However, as he headed back, he heard movement around him. He looked around for a moment, before he pulled out his guns and dropped low into a crouching walk, looking around as alert as he could be. He heard more movement before suddenly 2 figures burst from the trees. They both dropped, and from their paleness and their refines features, he knew what they were. Vampires.

They both looked at him for a long moment, and in that moment, Harry blasted with the gun at one several times, and he watched in shock as the figure dodged all of the shots. One rushed him, and rolling to the side, Harry slipped one gun back into the holster and pulled out one of the knives he had strapped to his forearm. He slashed out and caught the vampire in the stomach, before he did a leg-sweep. He jammed the knife into the heart of the downed vampire and shot it once in the head before he realized that the other one was there as well as he took a hard kick to the back.

He stumbled to the ground before he fought his way up, turning to face the vampire and firing. The vampire was too fast, and dodged all of the shots before it seemed to disappear completely with its speed. Harry ran in the same direction, before he ran up the side of a tree and leapt. He met the vampire in the air, and sent a feint of a kick before he landed a harsh punch to it face. Both landed, and the vampire, which seemed to be a female, wiped her mouth.

"So, someone who can actually put up a fight. Good, because I always loved it when my food squirmed before I ate it. I will feast well on you, young one, and I will then dine upon the young human girl I smell upon you."

Harry stared at the vampire, before he grew angry. He could feel the anger rising in him like a force that began in his sternum and spread everywhere. The vampire seemed to back away from him, staring in confusion, before she jumped at him. Harry was beginning to see the world darken, as he had the last time that Knight had taken over, and he pushed it back, and was just holding it back when the vampire was upon him. However, as she lashed out to grab him, his hands shot out as well, faster than hers. And suddenly Harry felt familiar feeling in him, of his Demonic energy. Only it felt different, less controlled.

And from his hands exploded the black and sky-blue energy, and he watched in horror as the vampire's arms literally exploded in fractures of bone, frozen blood, destroyed and burnt muscle, and a black fire that gave off a sub-zero cold. The vampire seemed too stunned to even scream, and she hadn't the chance, as bullets fired into the creature's head. Harry turned and saw Baretta standing there, holding a smoking gun. He walked over to Harry and looked down at him and backhanded him across the face.

The dam broke. And in a flash of movement, Harry had literally lifted the larger man up into the air and thrown him onto the ground and laid a strong punch to the man's jaw. "Never touch me again, you stupid bastard. Go back and lick Hir's boots, and leave the intelligent thinking and actions to those of us who were made for that purpose." The voice echoed, and before Baretta could move, which he seemed to not be trying to do regardless, he was lifted by the back of his shirt. Kyoto stood there, and looked at Harry. The boy had gone through the Awakening, and apparently had gained a whole new personality in the back of his mind.

"Who are you?"

"Ah…the one called Darkness. It's a shame Shadow isn't the dominant, you're but a bitch compared to him and even you know it. This journey could be so much easier and more fun if it was you and me, Shadow, I know you can hear me in there."

"Know your place, half-breed, I made you!" Kyoto shouted.

"See here, Locked, it is time you realize one thing. You might have released me…but I was always here, long before you…" And the voice seemed to fade, and suddenly Harry shook his head and looked around as if just waking up. He blinked for a moment, before turning and leaving the area, heading back to the clearing they were all camping out in.

"What is going on with the kid, Demon, tell me now or you will have 2 new holes to breathe through."

"He is who he is, regardless of what we do. It's some philosophical shit, I know, but that is all I can hear in my head, as if someone is telling me it. I remember when Shadow began to awaken, and the first outbreak lead to an entire race gone. At least with him, his first outbreaks have worked in no way against us. Be happy, and don't come to me like I am some kind of Demonic encyclopedia." And he turned and walked off as well.

Baretta growled low in his throat and headed to the clearing as well, looking down at the place where Harry had literally crippled the vampire with his bare hands. The grass and leaves under where his feet had been was burned and decaying, and the very earth seemed to have a whirlpooling effect, as if the ground under where he had been standing was steadily losing its consistency. "This kid is dangerous, Demon, and I do not like him. I hope you know what you are doing. I have no qualms with putting him down."

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They set out late into the night. No acromantula attacked at all, and that was a welcomed break to Harry. His mind was full of information he would never understand, broken images of what was once the "big picture", and puzzle pieces to different puzzles shuffled around inside of his conscious. Blaise took his hand, her left taking his right, and they walked. He could feel a kind of completion, like a circuit was being made as he held her left hand. She looked at him, and he knew she felt it as well.

According to Kyoto, they would be out of the forest by the dawning of the morning, and therefore back into civilization. He was right, but things were very interesting the moment they got into the town. Apparently the vampires had attacked the town before they had run into Harry, and the police were calling it a "gruesome, but textbook murder." The police were leaving out one detail. The reason for why the Paranormal Studies Division of Scotland Yard was there. And standing there in the front was Rose Brown. She looked around, observing any potential threat, but seeming not to be concerned, as it was daytime.

However, she caught sight of the party, and looked at Harry. The boy had released Blaise's hand as they had come out of the forest, and had instead opted to clinch and unclench his fists. He knew by the fact that even the streetlights were dripping blood, just how horrible the vampires had been.

Rose watched him as he looked around, and stared at the tall man with the white hair that her department had sent her looking for since their last confrontation. He was walking around wearing his usual black sunglasses, and looked as if he saw that type of thing daily. She strode purposefully toward him, and watched as he seemed to look at her, before turning to the man next to him. And she stopped in her tracks as she saw Baretta standing there. He motioned her over, and the two if them walked off to talk together.

Harry pulled Blaise toward him and hugged her for a moment, shielding her eyes from the bodies being carried out of the houses. He held her as she seemed to become slightly paralyzed by the sight, and shook her softly. However, he released her as he saw movement behind the building. She took his hand, as she had seen it as well at the last moment, and both of them rushed off toward it. Harry realized it was a hostile presence the moment they were close enough to see the figure. It was a small figure, but it wore the mask of a Death Eater.

Harry sped up and tackled the figure, and pulled back his fist to punch the figure in the face when he stopped and looked closely. The figure was, at the very most, a 9 year old. He pulled the mask back, and looked at the small child under him. It was a boy with blonde hair, ice blue eyes, and a bit chunky. However, there was something in they boy's eyes that had Harry hesitate for a moment. The boy's eyes were glazed over, and were darting around as if unable to focus on anything.

"Who…who are you?" he stammered. Harry looked at him for a moment, cocking his head to the side, and fell back on the ground and stared at the boy when he asked, "Who…who am I?"

Blaise walked over and looked at the boy, before squatting down and staring into his unfocused eyes. She spoke to him for a moment while Harry looked around, searching for any type of ambush. She walked over to him and told him what she figured had happened.

"It's a memory charm, too damn powerful, I don't know of anyone with memory charm ability like that. It seems like he was put under Imperius at some point, since he seems to have no knowledge of anything he had done, or why he was running when we caught him. He has serious internal bleeding, and there is a bite of some kind on his arm, its seriously mangled, we need to get him some help."

Harry looked for a moment before nodding. He walked over and lifted the boy up onto his back and walked back toward town. Kyoto looked at Harry quizzically, and Blaise pulled the tall white-haired man to the side and told him the situation, and Kyoto shrugged and started walking away. However, before he could get away, Rose appeared and ran over to him, grabbing his arm and pulling him away.

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"Look, I am sorry about all of that vampire stuff, but can you understand where I was coming from here?" She asked as they stood alone. He was looking around the trees and not at her, and it was irritating her. She reached up and grabbed his chin, and turned it toward her. He shook from her grasp and stared at her for a long moment, before he spoke.

"I assume you know a lot more about Shadow now, considering how antsy you are about being on my bad side. It's a good thing, but completely pointless at this point in time." He pulled out a cigarette and lit it before he clicked the lighter a few times. "Word of advice, if you have to concern yourself with these vampires, do not get in our way. Do not try and stop us, and support us when we ask and only then. Vampires are the least of the world's worries at the moment, and with me, I have the only hope for the world, and also the only hope for our last hope. Understand that, and do nothing to fuck it up."

Rose stared at him for a moment, before he turned from her. "Get your people out of here if you want them to survive into the night. Get them out of here as fast as you can."

"My people are the highest trained in what they do, I assure you that…"

"This isn't a goddamned video game! There is no reset button when you die, I assure you. If you want your men making it through the night, get them out of here. I don't offer babysitting services, and with the amount of creatures coming through this night, that will be the only thing keeping them alive." He stopped talking for a moment and listened. "See, this is what the fuck happens when you talk and don't listen. We are surrounded. You won't make it out of here. Get as much weaponry as you have here, outfit your people with as much as you can, and if one of you is wounded, kill them. It will help in the long run."

"What are you talking about? Vampires don't come out in the middle of the day!"

"This is what happens when you watch too many damned old movies. They descended from fucking Angels, do you not see the flaw in thinking they would be scared of light or something? They are nocturnal, and very, very heliophobic as I call it, they lack the ability to be in the sun for any long period of time before they literally go up, and are very flammable, but think about it. We live in a world full of magic, someone was bound to make some fucking SPF 2000 or something." Rose looked around, before she pulled out her sidearm. Kyoto chuckled.

"Best thing you can do with that, is shoot yourself, otherwise, it won't do much. Realize, you are dealing with creatures fully able to dodge bullets. They won't be at the highest because it is day, but they are perfectly capable of making you miss." He looked down to her shoes, some spike stilettos that she very much liked and had saved up to get. "Take those damned things off." She shook her head. "Take them off and lose them. Follow me, and keep up because I'm not stopping." He cracked his knuckles and she saw his black fingernails shimmer in the sunlight for a slight moment, before he turned and started running. She kicked off the shoes and started after him.

She had only been running for a few yards when she almost lost sight of him. He was running on the ground when one of his feet rose and stepped to the side of a tree, and he used that leg to propel his body forward, and in midair he spun and hit a figure she hadn't even seen in the side of the head. He followed that spin kick by ending up near another tree, where he put his feet to the side of the trunk still a good 4 feet above the ground where he did a back flip, dropkicking another dark figure face-first into the tree trunk, where the figure's nose broke with a "pop" sound so loud it was almost a gunshot, and it sank to the earth, the bones making up the entire front of its face shattered and deformed.

Kyoto's flip landed him on the ground, where 2 of what Rose presumed to be vampires attacked him. Kyoto's hand shot out and punched into a particularly thin vampire's chest cavity, the breastbone cracking, and the vampire fell to the ground gasping, as its own bones closed in, stopping it from breathing. The second one met a different fate, as Kyoto grabbed it by the back of the head and brought its head down sharply to meet his rising knee, before he flung the vampire's head back, only for him to kick it at the joining of its legs, and Rose could literally hear the hip and groin bones breaking, before the vampire sank to the ground.

The entire fight took seconds, and then Kyoto was back to running toward the town. It had been a stupid idea of hers to have them so far from the town, but she wanted to get somewhere private to talk to him. She had spoken to Baretta, who had voiced, in very few words that were not curses in some language or another, that he didn't need her telling Kyoto it was him pushing her toward the Demon. Rose had intended to have him out there to apologize, ask for some help, and anything else that came to her mind. Kyoto wasn't her type, as he was thinner than she was and also a bit gothic for her tastes, but she could see how he appealed to her budding bisexual side, as he was incredibly androgynous-looking. She used that as reasoning for why, as she ran, she began to watch the way he moved and ran and fought with an increasing interest.

She saw for a fleeting moment, movement behind her, and she fired 3 shots. She smiled, seeing that she had, in fact, hit the vampire that was sneaking up on Kyoto twice in the head and once in the heart, but she stood, paralyzed as the creature stood, groggily, back up. However, before the vampire could retaliate, Kyoto was there, blocking the path from the bloodsucker to Rose. He kicked the vampire in the stomach so hard the creature's vertebrate shattered out from its back. Kyoto took off toward the edge of the forest, and she followed. Once out, she turned to him, caught between fear, shock, confusion and anger.

"What the hell is going on!" She shouted. From behind her emerged one form, and Kyoto pushed her to the side and engaged the creature, seeming to have fun as he did.

As Kyoto kicked the vampires head clear off, and it rolled down into foliage off to the side, he groaned lowly, before answering a little too cheerfully, "We're in for a long night. Strap up, and get ready, here comes the fun."

For some reason, Rose doubting the coming night would be very…"fun."

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