"Have a safe journey back," Seba said, shaking Larten's hand. Larten and Vancha were leaving to resume the search for the Vampaneze Lord with Darren and Harkat. They weren't going to flit all the way back - there was no need to. Larten wasn't gone for very long, though Vancha was, so they were going to take some time.
"Take care, Seba," Larten responded. Seba stuck out a hand to Vancha.
"May the luck of the vampires be with you, Sire March," Seba uttered, almost sarcastically. Instead of shaking Seba's hand, Vancha bellowed: "Don't worry! We'll slit their precious Vampaneze Lord's throat the moment we see him."
With that said, the vampires that were left cheered loudly in the Hall they gathered in to see the two hunters off. They were all confident that the vampires would win the war against the Vampaneze. Vancha would've chosen his words more carefully if he knew what destiny had in store for all of them.
"Stay healthy, Seba," Vancha grinned. While waking out of the Hall, they both waved back to the wave of vampires, and to Seba. They now began to descend out of Vampire Mountain.
"Should we stop here?" Vampire Prince Vancha March asked the orange haired vampire standing next to him.
"No. If we are quick enough, and lucky, we should be able to make it to a Way Station before sunrise," Larten responded. They were deciding if they should stop to rest for the night under a tall, wide tree, or continue until they found a Way Station before the sun rose. They left Vampire Mountain four days ago, without flitting - so far.
"We're going to flitt then?" Vancha protested. He didn't seem fond of the idea.
"I suppose we shall," Larten replied. They both got prepared; a few stretches, and both began to sprint at the same time. Shortly after, both of them were flitting.
After an hour, they came to a stop. The Way Station they were hoping for was in front of them. They wearily walked in slowly, Larten huffing and Vancha wheezing. Vancha immediately flopped on the dusty ground of the cave and fell asleep. Larten couldn't help but chuckle to himself quietly. It was amazing how fast Vancha could fall asleep if he tried.
Larten took a coffin that was leaning against the wall and placed it on the ground, a ways away from where Vancha was sleeping. He pried the casket's lid off and made himself comfy, while drinking from a bottle of blood he found that was laid out on the ground next to the other coffin. Larten was so tired that he didn't even bother to take his coat off. He casted the empty bottle aside and placed the coffin's lid on with a thump. Even though the lid was on the casket, Larten could still hear Vancha's deep snoring. After a while, when Larten got his breath under control, he slowly drifted into a deep sleep.
The next morning, Larten woke up late. He carelessly pushed the coffin lid off and stepped out of the casket. The first thing he did was look around the room for Vancha, but he couldn't find him. 'Out hunting' Larten thought to himself. And his guess turned out to be correct ten minutes later when Vancha returned with a dead deer thrown over his shoulder.
"Breakfast is served," Vancha said, laying the deer on the ground with a big smile on his face. "Just let me take what I want before you cook your bit." Vancha March was a very picky eater. He only ate meat raw, and drank only blood, water and milk. He managed to rip one of the deer's legs off and instantly tore into it with his sharp teeth.
"I might have more, so take what you think you'll eat," Vancha warned, with bits of deer and blood visible on his teeth.
"Yes, Sire March," Larten grinned. Larten took the other leg and prepared it cautiously. He found some small sticks and a few logs in the cave and used those to make a fire and spit. He cooked the deer leg for ten minutes before he decided it was fine and took it off of the spit.
"It looks like you still remember how to cook," Vancha noted. He already finished his share of the deer.
"I have picked up a few things as Seba's assistant." Larten took a bite of the deer leg. 'Could have been cooked a bit longer,' He thought to himself. But other than that, he thought it was delicious. After Larten finished eating, they tossed the deer carcass into a near ditch for the animals to finish off, cleaned the cave a bit, and continued walking.
"When do you suppose we will arrive, Vancha?"
"I'd guess tomorrow, if we make a good walking pace," Vancha responded
"What if we flitt the rest of the way," Larten pressed. Vancha gave him a look, as if to say: 'Why the rush?'
"Do you miss Darren?" Vancha murmured. Larten blushed lightly when Vancha said that.
"Of course I do. He is my assistant. But I am also concerned, for both Darren and Harkat."
"There's nothing to worry about. You told them to postpone the search when you were gone, right?" Vancha assumed.
"Yes, but the Vampaneze could have found them."
Vancha patted Larten back. "Now you're just paranoid!" He cheered. "If you are so concerned, then we should flitt back."
"That is fine with me," Larten jeered. They both warmed up and immediately broke into a long flitt.