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Erm, anyways like I promised chapter five.

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Kire lay still as she stared at the dying light in the sky. The blood had hardened on her skin like a shell and the smell of death lingered in the serene meadow. The woman made no movement as she heard stirring coming from the house. Cree still lay silently she had the whole day Kire had checked on her, but found nothing wrong with her that she could pick out, but Kire had never been in the business of healing people, more of the opposite to be honest.

"Cree, where are you? Hero, come out," Mathew called out as he came up from the stairs. The little ones were still sleeping, but he found it strange that he could hear any noise from the floorboards. The vampire glanced at the door to find it open, he frowned as he walked towards it slowly peeking around the house for any guards or people along that nature. Instead he found an empty house untouched, but as he looked outside he found something which he could only find in his darkest dreams. Three bodies lay on the ground and he could make out only one of them at this point.

"Cree," the warrior cried out as he rushed to the woman's side looking over her body. She was alive most likely unconscious. The vampire picked up the woman taking her to a couch before he went outside to examine the other bodies.

The man examined the dead troll looking at the mutilation done to its' body only to find a dagger just a few yards off. His eyes finally fell to the hero who lay still on the ground. He inched in knelling above her as he stared down at her. Kire's eyes were open as she looked up blankly at the vampire; she was in no mood to speak right now. She felt as if she had done some terrible sin, but instead of pestering her she found the vampire picking up and walking towards the house. No words were exchanged as the two walked down the hallway. The man opened the door and sat the elf down in a chair. He retreated only to return with a cloth to start wiping the blood off of her skin. He made no indication to the crime she had just done, or to the condition of the housekeeper. It was the assassin that broke the silence.

"Sorry," she mumbled as Mathew wiped blood from her forehead.

"For what?"

"I wasn't there to take the blow."

"Is that all?"

"What you mean?"

"I expect you to clean up the mess you left on the lawn," Mathew answered as he looked down towards the woman who had now was pouting. He smirked seeing that small energy back in her.

"And wash this cloth," he added as he finished up with the blood.

"You can start with the cloth. The kids will try to steal it knowing them," the man said as he dropped the cloth on the elf's head. Kire fumed silently as she listened to him walk away. She snatched the cloth from her head as she made her way towards the front lawn she had spotted a small river not far off from the house that morning. She sighed as she grabbed one of the troll's legs and started to drag it away. She was pissed, no pissed couldn't cover it. How could that stupid vampire be more concerned about mess than the person that raised him?!

'Idiot, he's a complete idiot, and if he didn't have all my weapons… oh what I would do to him!'

She made her way down the hill and found it easier to drag the troll. The elf smirked as she released one hand from the clasp of the troll's leg only to find herself tripping over a rock and having the troll roll down the hill ahead of her. The elf frowned slamming her fist into the dirt as she stood up straight and began to make her way down the hill she grabbed onto the troll once again dragging it towards a tree dense area. Finally after awhile of huffing and tugging Kire examined the damage she had done on the body. She noted bits of wood and pieces of grass and leaves stuck in various places. The woman sighed as she trudged out of the trees and headed towards the sound of water. The woman sat down shoving her hands into the river. She scrubbed the rag rigorously her eyes focused on the small pebbles that lay below, her mind wandering off as she continued to scrub and scrub.

A sudden gust of cold wind awakened Kire to her sense. She looked about as the hair on the back of her neck started to rise she looked down at the rag it looked as if it was going to start creating holes. She stood up slowly listening to anything around her a sudden crack of twigs drew her attention from the rag. She only found herself facing darkness. Again another crack and again she turned slowly Kire began to walk towards the house. She was in no mood to play games with anyone if they wished to talk to her they would have to come up to her. Finally another cold gust of wind hit Kire making her lose grip of the rag which dropped swiftly to the ground. Kire quickly snatched it up noticing how numb her hands felt because of the water. Once again she continued on her path her eyes focused straight ahead as she listened for anything that could be a potential threat.

She heard nothing and finally a raspy voice and cold air found themselves to her ear.

"You're staying at the vampire house correct?" The voice inquired Kire stopped masking her fear the best she could.

"Yes, what is it to you," she asked her voice steady as she looked ahead.

"Good," the voice said as a body fell on the woman. Kire stumbled forwards to find a wood elf was on her back. The woman looked at the cuts on his body and bit her lip as she did her best to lay him on the ground as she tried to heal some of the wounds. She picked up the elf and quickly ran up the hill as she did her best to make it to the house with out tripping.

"Mathew, I need help," Kire called out as she got inside the house her legs begging for rest. Mathew seemingly appeared out of the shadows looking at the wood elf and taking the small creature and he vanished into a hallway.

"Key, key," the children shouted as they surrounded the woman fairly oblivious to what had happened. Cree popped her head in her ears held back by an old cloth.

"Look after the children, dear," the woman said before she vanished. Kire nodded weakly as she stood up and smiled.

"Alright guys, let's go play outside," the woman said as she herded the children outside giving on last nervous look back towards the house before she shut the door.

Hours passed quickly in blurs of laughter and running. Kire put up her front of gilded happiness as she tried to catch the children her hands never quite reaching them as she did so.

"Dears, time for lunch," Cree sang soon enough there was a stampede of the children. Kire looked towards them and smiled, she was tired for some reason. Kire walked towards the house only to be stopped by Cree.

"Mathew and I wish to speak to you Kire," the woman said her voice grave. Kire looked up at her slightly confused.

'That's the first time she used my name…'

Kire followed her quietly passing the dining room with out even glancing at the children. She looked forwards to see a black door with its' own scars to bear. Cree opened the room and Kire stepped inside looking about hearing the shallow sound of breath.

"Hero, things have become much more serious," Mathew said his voice bearly above a whisper.

"This elf you rescued today. Her name is Oz, she was my spy in the organization that's been hurting this orphanage," the man said his voice grave. Kire stood silently nodding her head for him to continue.

"It's run by a priest, his name is Nikail," the man said his eyes finally falling upon the dark elf.

"I already told you two. I'm going to help. After all the kids deserve that," the woman said as she looked at the wood elf.

"And by the looks of it, he's no sweetheart," she muttered as she turned to look at Mathew.

"When we leaving," she inquired as she looked at him. There was a small glint of surprise in his eyes.

"Well leave tonight," he said as he stood up moving past the group quickly. Kire turned towards Cree and smiled.

"Take care of them, we'll make them stop," she said with a small smile. She glanced down towards the sleeping wood elf. Cree quickly retreated as a large groan drifted into the room. Kire stood silently for a moment closing her eyes.

'Martin, lend me the strength for this. Let me win this battle so that they can live like somewhat normal people. Please don't be angry at me for this…'

Kire left the room to only be surrounded and tackled by the entire house. She looked up to see all the children some with tears in their eyes others with determined looks on their faces.

"Key, you're staying right," one of them inquired as they looked towards the woman who laughed nervously.

"I can't I have to go stop an evil wizard from taking over a kingdom," the woman said as she found people diving on her. She looked to Cree for help who smiled weakly as she looked at the crying children.

"Don't worry guys I'll come back and I'll tell you all about it," she said as she found herself being lifted from the pile by Mathew.

"We'll be back in a few days guys," Mathew promised as he placed Kire on the ground. He began to walk away and Kire quickly trailed him closing the door behind her as she looked forwards. She had no will power to look back at the house.

Kire soon found objects being shoved into her hands. She blinked looking at her weapons and her eyes trailed to Mathew who seemed to have other things on his mind right now. The elf slowly put everything back in place and she suddenly froze as a cold chill ran down her spine. She reached forwards grabbing Mathews collar as she spotted someone in the trees. She yanked the vampire backwards the man just barely missing being impaled.

"Looks like we have some company," Mathew said coldly as he reached for his broadsword as a group emerged from the trees. Kire reached for her katana holding it tightly as she looked at all of the people.

'I have a bad feeling about this…'

The mob charged forwards towards the two warriors. There was a clash of metal as the two defended themselves. Blood and metal mixed as the two found themselves on the losing side. A loud scream came from Kire as she found something sharp hacking into her back she fell forwards towards the ground as blood pooled towards her side. She looked over towards Mathew who wasn't doing any better than her. A sudden rush of coldness came over her body as her body began to feel numb. A sudden cause of drowsiness rushed over her senses and the elf closed her eyes. Mathew growled as he slammed his shoulder into a man's chest sending his sprawling backwards. He swung his broad blade to the side cutting well into a man's side. His eyes focused in on his next target only to find a monk standing there. His eyes froze on the dagger that he was carrying.

'That's one of his…'

"He wishes to see you dear Mathew," the monk said looking towards the dead mob.

"Do you wish your… associate to come along," the man inquired looking towards Kire.

"If you bring her no harm, she doesn't know about the plan," the man said looking towards the monk his eyes drilling a hole through the man's soul.

"Very well, the master will be pleased," the man said as he snapped his fingers and two hooded figures came grabbing onto the hero and Mathew.

"Bring them to the master," the monk ordered as the four figures vanished into the shadows and seemingly out of existence. The monk smiled as he continued to walk forwards a touch at his side as he continued to an old house on a serene meadow.

Oh noes our hero's have been kidnapped!

And I have to go to bed, curse you finals!

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