Larten was flitting at top speed towards the nearest Way Station. It had already been two days since he left Darren and Harkat on their own. Larten thought that it wasn't the right to postpone the hunt for the Vampaneze Lord. The search was the main and most important thing to do now. But the vampire's dear friend Paris was an exception.
Larten came to a halt at the opening of a Way Station cave. The vampire slowly walked in and cautiously looked around the cave for any signs of unwelcome guests. When he found none, Larten gladly took one of the few bottles of blood on the old, dusty shelf that was barely hanging on to the wall. Larten didn't feed before he left for the trek - it wasn't late enough out to. And the last Way Station he visited was empty of the red liquid.
The orange haired vampire let the empty bottle drop to the ground when he was done. He wiped his mouth on the side of his coat, and quickly made himself comfy in one of the two coffins that were laid out. While Larten tried to get into a conferrable position in the death bed, he thought about the search for the Vampaneze Lord. They've been looking for this dreaded Lord of the Vampaneze for how long now? And there was only about five months until the final battle - unless the three hunters found the Vampaneze's Lord and slaughtered him.
That was the last thought on Larten's mind before he drifted asleep.
Larten jolted awake due to a very cold gust of wind. 'Where is the coffin lid?' Larten thought to himself. "I must have been to caught up in my thoughts," The vampire muttered to himself when he realized that their was no matching lid to the dusty coffin. Larten did get very side tracked while thinking about the Vampaneze Lord hunt. He didn't completely agree with abandoning the quest for awhile. He pulled himself out of the coffin, dusted his coat, and walked over to the self on the wall.
The tired vampire quickly shook the thought about the Vampaneze Lord from his head. With a heavy sigh, he grabbed one of the bottles of blood from the shelf and stuffed it in his coat pocket, leaving only one container for anyone else who would stop there. He hoped that he would arrive at Vampire Mountain today. Too much time had already been spent traveling. If he didn't arrive today, he would surely miss the ceremony.
Larten rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and took a good look outside. Right when he did, he realized that he might not make it to the Mountain on time.
The weather outside was cloudy. To support the clouds: a skin-piercing wind.
Larten had experienced worse weather, but he mever had to flitt against strong gusts before. Larten grunted in frustration and took a large step outside. Immediately he felt to power of the wind. Not strong enough to sweep him off his feet, but strong enough for him to at least try to keep himself on his two feet. Larten leaned forward a bit, and began a sprit. After a few minutes, he broke into a flitt. The wind was quite hard to flitt against, but Larten held up.
After many hours of non-stop flitting, Larten came to yet another - and final - stop. Larten, after many lonely nights and tiring days, had reached his destination - Vampire Mountain. Home of the night creatures.