Christopher
Christopher waited in a lounge while Nikolas spoke very admantaly to some witches in the next room. They were arguing about something yet nothing could hold his interest. It was the building. Something about it made his mind muddled. He could barely focus. "Some sort of magic no doubt..", he whispered to himself. Then a gentle breeze blew from nowhere. He turned and coming through the doors was a young boy garbed in ragged clothing and...he could barely believe it. Sarah Vida walked through the doors. She was battered and bloody. He immedietly rushed to her side and caught her as she collapsed. The young boy kept walking forward and went into the next room. After such a long time he had her in his hands. "There is no time for this now,"he thought to himself," ...she is hurt...". Some witches came forward and showed Christopher to a room. He set her down and let the witches do their healing. At first they approached the job calmy, but as the minutes drew on he could sense the panic. Something was terribly wrong with her, and they couldn't figfure it out. He just sat stood there. No words, nothing crossed his mind. He could not understand how a vampire, especially Sarah could have been hurt this badly. It didn't even occur to him why these witches would so easily come to the aid of vampires. If he had been paying any attention at all he would have noticed two young children staring at Sarah behind him. He might have noticed the different aura these 'witches' were giving off. He might have notcied these were no regular descendents of Matcht. That they might have a different agenda all together did not occur to him. He noticed nothing but Sarah, even as Nikolas lost his life in the next room.
Everyone who cares, I am sorry about taking so incredibly long I will be keeping up with this again. Please keep reading if you enjoy. At first it was school, and then I went through some stuff that I wouldn't care to go into right now. Thank you for your readership.