Larten stared at the Mountain for a few seconds, hoping that nothing had happened yet. He snapped out of his daze with a shake of his head and proceeded to the opening tunnel of the ancient Mountain. For a human, it would take a long time to find the tunnel (Or possibly never), but for Larten's sharp vampire eyes, and his experience, it only took seconds. If it was out in the open, anything could easily get in the Mountain.
The tall vampire poked his head into the tunnel, and quickly walked in. He knew the trail to the gates from inside out. Larten proceeded towards the gates in silence. After what seemed an hour, Larten arrived at the gates. He took a step forward, knocked twice heavily on the large doors, and waited for a reponse. A few seconds later, a guard opened the doors.
"Address yourself," The guard demanded.
"I am Larten Crepsley," Larten responded. The guard tutted, then took a step away from the large doors.
"Proceed," The guard grunted. Larten immediately rushed in. He was glad to see others of the clan again. Even though Gavner, Kurda, Darren, Harkat, Paris and Arra weren't there - half of them were dead - he still knew quite the amount of vampires.
The Hall was not filled with much vampires then Larten thought there would be. He gazed around for a few seconds, hoping to find Seba of Vancha. The Prince might be in the Hall of Princes, and Seba - who knows where? But Larten hoped that Vancha would ju-
A large hand on Larten's shoulder stopped his train of thoughts. Instinctively, Larten quickly grabbed a short knife from his belt and spun around rapidly. Larten was about to attack, but he saw who his "attacker" was. Standing before Larten was the dirty, smelly, green haired Vampire Prince, Vancha March.
"Is that how you greet your friends now, Larten?" The Prince smirked.
"... My apologies sire. The search has got me paranoid," Larten confessed.
"I don't blame you. This was could be the most important war in the history of vampires."
"Thank you for helping," Larten murmured.
The two vampires left the almost empty Hall to look for Seba. While they wandered the Halls of Vampire Mountain, they were talking about the War of Scars, old memories, and the dead Prince Paris Skyle. When the conversation turned to Paris, Larten stopped.
"When I got Mika's mental message, there was no details. Do you know how Paris went?"
Vancha stopped too. "I do. When he noticed that he wasn't able to play his role any more, he snuck out in secret." Vancha paused. He wasn't one for emotions, but Vancha had known the Prince for a long time. In fact, Paris was the one who blooded Vancha.
"We found his body in a death lock with a bear, days after he left," Vancha finished.
"He died with pride," Larten noted.
"I'm glad that he was able to. When I arrived, he was in the worst shape I've ever seen anyone in. I originally planned to stay only one night, but I saw that Paris was soon coming to his end. There was no point in leaving only to come back shortly after," Vancha explained. The two vampires continued walking around the Halls again.
After twenty minutes of searching for Seba, they found him. Seba was walking into one of the rooms - most likely preparing a room for another vampire - when Vancha caught a glimpse of him entering. Vancha pointed to the room Seba entered.
"Seba's in there," Vancha told Larten. 'He'll prepare your room for you."
"Thank you, Vancha," Larten happily said. He quickly rushed to the room and swished the long cloth that hung over the entrance.
"Seba!"