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21

The soldiers were marching down the principal street of Acuna. They were all carrying their weapons, charged already, prepared to shot and kill. They were all prepared to die, if they needed to, but bring down as many vampires as they could. They were all behind Oyan, who was looking around for any enemy that might want to attack by surprise, but they had it all prepared. They were all prepared to what it was going to come.

The desert street was going to be covered in blood and ashes soon. There was going to be an ugly fight in minutes. Chaos will soon explode, everyone was going to run at whatever direction seemed to take, they were going to be confused, scared, angry, mad, but their end was going to be the same; a pile of ashes. Oyan was with his eyes fixed in front of him, in the houses, in the roof, in the closed windows, in the closed doors, in the no presence of anyone in there. The street, the battlefield was all his. He was going to conquer it before his enemy could; he was going to have advantage over him. The vampires never had a chance. He and his soldiers were going to succeed, if it wasn't today, it will be tomorrow or the day after.

Everyone gasped and jumped in surprise when a powerful wind blast passed above their heads. Everyone lifted their guns, some of them even shot, thinking it was the enemy attacking, some of them covered with the shields. Only Oyan was still on his feet, no weapon in hand, watching the strange formation of wind turn to the left and disappear behind a building. What was it? Was it an attack? Was it a patrolling spirit of any sort? Was the enemy already aware of their presence? Oyan started to walk again. He didn't care; he was going to win anyway. Why he should care that they were being watched? They could do nothing about it! He was already there, in the battlefield, with his men, with himself, with his weapons, with their armors, with their shields, with the Sun at their side. He wasn't afraid, he wasn't scared, he didn't fear Death. He was a strong man, a though one.

"What's that sound, Leader?", asked someone behind him.

Oyan, not aware of what sound he was talking about, he asked about it and the soldier said they should shut up and listen, as he swore he heard something. Oyan made everyone shut up and moved his ears, trying to catch said sound. Everyone was doing the same, looking around, pointing with their weapons, some of them using their scope of their long-range weapons to see anyone the others couldn't.

And then, they heard. It was faint, but it was there. It sounded like a small screech… No, like metal… Like metal being dragged across a stoned floor, like some kind of piece of metal or a weapon that was dragged around, as if was too heavy to be lifted. Oyan looked around. He saw no one yet the sound was there. From where it came? Dismissing the original plan he had about storming into each house and kill every vampire living there, he got interested in the sound. He ordered that a group came with him while the other stayed there and started to divide itself in smaller ones and start with the plan already. As they did, Oyan continued to walk forwards, the soldiers following. They were lightly nervous about what was happening. The fights they had in the North lands against the vampires were anything to this. They just went forwards and killed everyone, but the North was smaller than the East. Acuna was huge and also an old city. They could hide anywhere and they could look everywhere and not find them ever.

The temperature started to rise softly as the Sun reached its maximum spot in the sky. The soldiers were already sweating, not for the warm temperatures, but for excitement and nervous, stress. Some of them, rookies, were scared. The others, veterans, were getting impatient. Where was the enemy? What was that annoying sound that seemed to come from everywhere? They walked blocks and saw no one, until they found another street crossing the main one.

"Leader…", said another soldier to his left. Oyan looked at him, and the man was facing to the other side of the crossing street. "There, you see him?"

Oyan turned around and, saw with surprise, that a not very tall boy was walking towards them, holding something in his right hand. He was wearing normal clothes but also could see a strange suit covering his arms and legs, wondering what it could be. The boy was wearing a cap but it wasn't Trinity's son, nor was it the Duke or Ernest, or anyone from the local Guild. As the boy walked closer, they found it was a vampire and what he was carrying was nothing else but the Dark Sword Vanargandr.

The soldiers gasped and murmured between each other when they noticed the dangerous and powerful sword. But if it wasn't the real Dark Swordsman who was wielding it, who was it? Was it a vampire that worked with them, or was the same Swordsman morphing into another appearance to fool them? Oyan calmed his men down as he started to walk towards the boy, having a few soldiers coming with him, just in case.

That annoying sound was killing their ears. The sword was too heavy for the boy to carry, so he was dragging it without care onto the stoned floor. But then, he stopped and so did Oyan and the others. They took their weapons in hand, as did the others behind. The vampire disappeared inside his own shadow, leaving the sword on the floor, in the middle of the street. Everyone was confused. Why he would leave such treasure alone like that? They could use it against the vampires if they ever had a hold in it. One of the soldiers went closer to it, looking the houses, seeing if anyone was expecting him to reach and grab it. But no one came out to attack. All was unusually quiet, for some reason.

"It's not doing anything.", said the man once he reached the sword. He even touched it with the tip of his right feet, but the sword didn't do anything. The usual red eye was empty, was grey, as no energy was flowing in it.

"Bring it over here.", ordered Oyan. "We might be able to use it later. Perhaps Saturday can do something with it…"

As the man finished saying the sentence, the sword's eye opened and shone in a very bright red light, scaring the soldier besides it, who runs back to his pack. The object levitated in the air, standing up straight, Dark Matter flowing from its body, turning it completely black. Said Dark Matter started to morph and, when Oyan saw what it was slowly turning into, ordered to attack and everyone took their weapons and shot the solar bullets towards the strange object. The sword created a shield around itself where the bullets bounced on it. Desperate, some of them threw grenades to it. When they exploded, they damaged the shield, that started to break, but the sword was taking another form. It was now beast shaped, and was slowly growing bigger and bigger, until it got his maximum height. With horror, the gunslingers saw how the eight red eyes of the wolf like creature opened, watching, sniffing the air, perking its ears. His long tail swung back and forth, as he opened the mouth, showing the teeth and sharp fangs. Something was not right, something that they haven't thought of was happening.

"The Beast…", a veteran said. "It's the Beast of Destruction, its Vanargandr itself!"

The wolf roared and launched to the group, not wasting time in attacking. The shocked men reacted late, as the beast already stood over them, killing with his paws and eating as many as he could. It felt the solar bullets hitting its body, burning it, but they were like mosquito bites thought not harmful, annoying. The grenades were a pain as a few of them exploded on his body, dealing important damage, but Vanargandr wasn't going to let them reach its master's hideout.

Oyan could not believe it. He didn't know that Lucian could bring each sacred Beast from within his weapons. He knew that they were sealed in each of them, but this thing couldn't be possible! The bearer needed to have an enormous power to summon them. If Lucian could, then it means the man was a lot stronger than Oyan thought. The war was not going to end as quickly as he thought. Just as he was going to shout some orders, another explosion dragged his attention, and froze in his place as he saw a giant winged snake roaring in pain when a grenade was threw to it. The snake was a pale pink, it had eight red eyes like the wolf, had some wings and markings on its back. The jaw didn't open like normal ones; it did from side to side… It was Jormungandr, the Great Earth Snake! Lucian could bring to life two monstrous beasts to life using his powers! How strong was him?

Just as he thought it would be worst shadows started to come from inside the houses and from the roofs, going after the remaining gunslingers that Vanargandr couldn't kill. They were the vampires; the vampires were showing at already but at a very, very, very bad time. His men couldn't concentrate in both Vanargandr and the vampires. Not letting this surprise factor shock him anymore, Oyan grabbed his weapon and waited for the vampires to pop up from the ground but he noticed, with anger, that it wasn't the vampires. They were Ghouls. Ghouls were the ones coming from the floor but died as the Sun hit them, turning to ashes in mere instants, but killing some of his men. Oyan started to kill them as they came out from the floor, not giving them time for anything.

Everything was coming out bad. The things they had foreseen weren't happening and things not planned or even thought were happening. Oyan knew he had underestimated the enemy and now was paying the price. But all bad things had their good side, and at that moment the humans from Acuna showed up, holding normal weapons or even rocks came from behind him, screaming at the wolf and the Ghouls. When they came to the fight, they started to kill the Undead, attacking Vanargandr with the rocks and water, which burned the skin of the beast, electing pain screeches from it, stepping backwards when even drops touched it. Oyan was glad that the reinforcements came in the right time. He united to the fight too, shooting towards the beast, seeing how it was trying to hide. Vanargandr, seeing it was useless now, run away, being followed by the humans and some gunslingers still shooting.

Oyan took his radio out asking how the situation with Jormungandr was. The beast killed almost everyone but it was retreating without reason at all. Oyan supposed it was following Vanargandr. He told them to follow the snake and cut the transmission, as he yelled to every of his men to stand up and follow the humans going after Vanargandr still. Maybe they had taken Oyan of surprise, but he wasn't going to be intimidated by it. His army was ten times better than theirs, that's for sure.

Jormungandr disappeared in mid air as Vanargandr did, not leaving traces behind them. Frustrated, Oyan reunited the men that survived the attack. Máximo was one of them. He had light cuts, scratches and some bruises on his arms and legs. His uniform now was dirty and lightly torn over his knees. But besides that, he was fine. The necklace was still resting on his chest. The boy was a bit scared after he had fought with the Great Earth Snake and thought they were all going to die, but as Vanargandr decided to run away, Jormungandr followed.

"I don't get it!", said Oyan, to the representative of the humans helping him. "You told me the vampires were hiding here, in their homes!"

"We thought it too!", said the other, Andasós, as he sighed, angrily. He also expected those monsters to be in their place. "We woke up early, before even the Sun rose and started to search, but all houses are empty!", he put his hands over his sides. "Could it be Ernest's move?"

"Possibly.", answered Oyan. "Thought I don't know how they could know about it.", the man looked at the survivors of his army, thinking.

"Could it be the new member?", asked one of his men.

"I don't think so, Saturday was watching over him all the time as I ordered him to.", he sighed, putting his weapons inside the case belt around his hips. "This is too strange.", he turned to Andasós. "You say that the houses were empty when you searched?"

"All of them. Before the Sun rose! I think Ernest had either evacuated them or they are going to fight against us."

"They are going to fight, that's for sure. The only ones that will not are going to are women and children; it's my closest guess for now."

"We are going to search in the Aqueduct.", suggested Andasós. "It was very used by vampires to hide, since it's pretty big and dark."

"What other places could they use to hide?"

Andasós opened his arms.

"Everywhere.", answered. "Here in Acuna, Thirteenth Street, Old Culiacan, New Culiacan, the Dark Castle… There are underground tunnels too, but I only know a few of them."

"That will take you all day, right?", the man nodded. "There is a high chance vampires will make their move tonight."

"We aren't going to do it by night!", shouted Andasós. "We are humans that had no training in hunting during the night like your people."

"Any of you know the Rising Sun grenades?", asked Oyan.

"The what?", asked Andasós.

"Rising Sun grenades.", answered one from the crowd. He walked forwards until meeting with Andasós and Oyan. "I have a few of them, and in the Sanctum, under the Hunting Mansion, there even more."

"What are you talking about?"

"They are a very old type of grenade, from about thirty or forty years ago. When they explode, they create a very bright light, a piece of the Sun in a little vase that can light our field for around a minute or so.", explained Oyan. "If we can hold all of them, we might be able to fight a bit, but if you don't want to, that's alright."

Andasón and the others weren't convinced about it, but either way they lend them a map where he could find the grenades he wanted. Oyan thanked it and watched them leave, turning to his men and saying they were going to stay in the city. When night fell, they were going to be prepared to attack. As they divided themselves in small groups, Oyan picked up his mobile and called Saturday to explain him the situation they had in hands.

Alexander woke up by a ringing bell. He was lying on the couch, sprawled on it, sleeping. He rarely sleep during the afternoon, but having nothing else to do in the now empty Guild the couch called him to take a little nap, one that he was enjoying but the annoying sound disturbed. As it continued, he groaned loudly, moving, putting his feet on the floor and sitting on the couch, rubbing his eyes. Before he could say or do anything, Nidhoggr was already up. He was also sleeping on a couch, and picked up the call. He asked who it was and opened his eyes widely at hearing what Oyan said.

"What?!", yelled the boy. He wasn't wearing his mask now he was with Alexander. Besides, the other gunslinger didn't seem to like spending time with them, so he was safe with the Terrennial. "How? I mean… Yes…", the Terrennial grew interested in the chat and stood up, walking towards the boy and sitting next to him, putting his ear next to the phone. Nidhoggr watched him but didn't mind. "I understand, yes...", he sighed, rubbing his eyes. Alexander was smiling, happy to hear that Lucian could fool Oyan like he just did. "Alright. Alright, I will, don't worry.", the Terrennial started to giggle and Nidhoggr hit him on the arm, putting his finger on his lips, telling him to shut up. "I will, I will.", he hung up and sighed angrily. "Your fucking partner can summon the Beasts!! How in hell he can do it?", asked, putting the phone inside his pocket.

"By training a lot a little after they had conquered the Vambery.", answered Alexander, stills smiling something that the boy disliked right now. "By mastering them, he was able also to summon the beast sealed inside."

"But he couldn't have a lot of power, even now that he is a vampire. Summoning those Beasts is very, very hard and no ordinary creature can do it. Even when he can wield those Dark Weapons, they would eat his power each time he summons them.", said Nidhoggr. "He must have another power source."

"I don't know anything about a second source of power.", said the Terrennial. "I only know that he can do it. How? I don't know."

"Oyan also told me that there were no vampires in Acuna, which they all left. How they could anticipate it? Even if you sent the information, they couldn't change the plans so fast.", Alexander shrugged. "You know and will not tell me?"

"I honestly don't know."

"Heavens, it's like they had…. Eyes in the sky, or something.", mumbled the boy as he got up and went to his machine to find answers to Oyan's questions.

When Alexander was left alone, the man was smiling widely. He had completely forgotten about it. Eyes in the sky! The satellite! Sunflower Girl Alice lived in the satellite and had cameras that monitored everything from the space. With her help, they could have easily predicted Oyan's moves from above but, how she was able to listen too? The cameras only recorded videos without sound due to the huge distance between the satellite and the planet. The only way to do it was if there were microphones inside the Guild, but Oyan would have registered the entire building once he broke into it. Or he couldn't have done it. There was a chance that he hadn't done it and there were still microphones hiding in the walls, ceiling, floor, furniture, books, everywhere. Bea was a very intelligent woman and was very good at hiding, infiltrating, doing what usual spies does but without being one herself. She might have hid the microphones and then Alice caught their signal to hear it and record it inside the satellite.

It was fantastic. He hadn't really thought of that. Alexander started to wonder if she could see through the black barrier with her cameras and alert the others about Machine King, as he remembered that he hadn't put it in the message. How careless he was. Such important thing and he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to do it again now that Nidhoggr was awake. He did it once, but he was lucky and he didn't want to bet on it.

Alexander decided to go with Nidhoggr to spend some time, since he was bored to his bones, and perhaps see what was going to do Oyan that night. He heard something about it but couldn't decipher it all. He hoped that, after this, the man reconsidered in sending him along with Nidhoggr to do something, but Oyan wanted to see what was going to do the enemy first. After all, he had more soldiers prepared in the north to come and keep fighting.

"He is staying in Acuna.", answered Nidhoggr when Alexander asked. Both of them were inside the Machine King. The boy sitting in the single chair in front of the computer and the Tarrennial was on the floor, leaning on the wall, watching him work. "Half of the group managed to survive and, knowing how is him, he will sacrifice them if necessary."

"Ah, so many lives being trashed out so meaningless.", whispered the man, sighing.

"You are a killer too. I would have loved you if you had killed Recher.", Alexander giggled as Nidhoggr growled. "I hate that fat man. He is as useless as Merclar."

"I might be a natural killer, a perfect assassin, but I don't kill just for fun or because I don't care anything else. I kill with reasons."

"So, when you don't need me anymore you will try to do it?", said the boy, turning his spinning chair to face the man, who nodded. "Nice.", he returned to his work. "So, Lucian is able to summon Vanargandr and Jormungandr. Is he able to summon Hel, too?"

"Possibly, seeing that those two are the strongest."

Nidhoggr hummed. Oyan had asked him to see whatever information he could gather about the Beasts and a way to deal with them, but the things he found where old legends, nothing too specific. Surprisingly, Alexander helped him a bit and after searching for a good while, he found out that Jormungandr needed to be sealed in the Spiral Tower, since it was the natural place in where it was sealed by the Solar Tribe centuries ago. But Spiral Tower disappeared under the Dark Castle, and Nidhoggr wondered if the castle could be a replace for the once higher tower that rested there. Vanargandr was harder. All the things he needed where on the Moon itself, and the cannon that once could bring you there was destroyed by Ratatosk when he grasped control over it using Sabata as a sacrifice. In other words, there was nothing Oyan could do to stop them rather than killing Lucian, or at last capturing him and disabling his powers over the Beasts.

He wasn't going to be happy after hearing the news. Oyan will have to, for the first time, think before doing anything from now on. He was truly underestimating the enemy and if he keeps working this way, then he will end up killed. Tonight was going to be a decisive night.

They couldn't do much after Oyan called and Nidhoggr told him what he had found and suggestions for the next fight. As he predicted, the man got angry seeing he couldn't do anything about the Beasts, seeing that Lucian was most likely going to use them again that night. He asked to tell Merclar to call to the North Guild and prepare a second migration, since he was going to need more soldiers. Alexander wasn't sure if it was a good idea, but didn't say anything to the leader, fearing to anger him more. Nidhoggr said the same thing, but it was a direct order and couldn't ignore it. After talking with Merclar, they stayed on the roof, watching how the last sunrays hid behind the mountains. New Moon passed rather quickly like the other phases, amazingly. They were just two days before Full Moon, and they were wondering what would happen. Vampires changed completely under Moon's influence and they started to bet if the gunslingers or the vampires were going to win this war.

Back in Acuna, Oyan and his men were wide-awake thanks to the drugs they brang to the battle. They were all in important spots, waiting. Night already fell. The stars were shining brightly and the Moon was slowly rising to the dark sky. There were no clouds and the silver light bathed everything under it, giving the gunslingers a bit of help. Everyone was still tired from the fight with the Beasts. Some of the injured were seeing how slow they were recovering, knowing that if it didn't heal, and they will soon be dead. Máximo was sitting with other rookies, not so far from Oyan's main group. His comrades were scared after what happened and didn't want to fight anymore. Máximo either, but they were already there. They couldn't run away like cowards. Alexis would not accept it. The boy placed his fingers over the necklace. Pureness, Death, Wisdom and Intelligence. A pure warrior doesn't fear Death, as his previous experience makes it strong and smart to each new challenge. He remembered Alexis's words and smiled. He couldn't fail him like this. Máximo grasped his weapon tightly.

He never really liked Oyan nor his ideas of a planet without Undead and vampires, but his parents were with the man and forced him to go to the Guild and become a gunslinger last year. If there was one thing he hated was fighting, but at that time he was young and couldn't oppose his parents. Now, with nineteen, he still was inside. Why it made him stay? If he hated all that, why he was still there? He looked around and saw his comrades helping each other. It was they. Máximo smiled. He was staying because of his friends, because he couldn't abandon them so lightly like Oyan did often with his soldiers. That's something that disgusted him, but admired Alexis after what he told to the fat Recher in that testing fight. Máximo wasn't going to leave behind someone of his own pack. He was going to fight for the individual and give his life if needed. But he wasn't brave. He wasn't strong. He was shy, he was a bit weak, he didn't have a lot of resistance, he actually sucked with his weapon. How he was going to protect his pack if he couldn't protect himself? Máximo sighed, closing his eyes. It was late and he was getting sleepy. He was a failure as a gunslinger; he was going to die that night for sure. Alexis was too kind at him, he had hopes on him and he will fail him.

He hadn't notice he fall asleep. He was so tired from the first round. The shouts and the shootings woke him up. A cry of pain from one of the men was something that made his skin shiver. The hairs of his arms shot straight. He opened his eyes, and it was chaos. His comrades were already fighting, some men were like him, just waking up, too shocked to react. But being young, he did it fast and stood up, taking his gun. He run towards one of the rookies and helped him in dealing with a vampire that was trying to kill him. A veteran took care of him and both of them retreated a bit from the fight, and saw what was happening. A group of vampires came from the shadows and started attacking while they were resting, seeing if they were going to come. Cries and curses were heard in the air. Shots, bodies landing on the floor, bones breaking, heads exploding, blood sprayed everywhere, vampires feeding from the fallen ones, gunslingers burning the ashes. Máximo whimpered. He hated all that fighting, all that useless fighting. How his parents ever thought that their son had the same ideas? He couldn't understand it.

"Watch out!", cried his partner, pushing him aside as a vampire flew besides them but, at failing, returned. "Stay away!", cried, as he took out his weapon.

"Come, shot! That thing can't hurt me!", yelled the creature, as they saw its dark aura and boney wings. It was no other but Lucian, which was hunting down his preys and enjoying the fight very much.

"You bastard!!", shouted again, shooting and seeing how the bullets bounced on the barrier that he had created around himself for protection. "Máximo, help me!!", pleaded him, but the boy was too scared to move.

Using his powers, Lucian grabbed both weapons in hand, walking and reaching them faster than they could ever imagine. But then, the man noticed the necklace Máximo was wearing on his chest. He grabbed it with curious, but the boy cried and hit his hand away. Lucian grinned holding him down with his arms and taking a good look at it. Yes, the feathers, the little orbs.

"'Don't kill him'", whispered the vampire, grinning still. "Of course, Alexander, I will not kill him.", he eyed the boy carefully, he sniffed him, he licked his right cheek. Máximo gasped when he met the bright red eyes of Lucian. "Yes, yes, he is a true warrior. You pick up the good ones, Alexander.", he laughed deeply, standing up and tossing the weapons to both scared boys. "Get up and hide. You shouldn't be here, so young, so fragile…"

Máximo's partner stood up and launched to Lucian, suddenly recovering from his shock, yelling in anger, but the man took him by his head and tossed him to the nearest building. The wall collapsed over him.

"Ah, hope I didn't kill him that easily.", said. He turned to Máximo. "He would have abandoned you, don't pity him. For now, save yourself until we finish tonight's fight.", he pointed to one house. "You can go there, it has a basement and the vampire will not notice you are there."

The boy stood up carefully, not taking his eyes from Lucian, who watched him with amusement.

"Why are you helping me?", asked Máximo. He knew that his partner wouldn't have helped him if he needed and didn't have pity as Lucian said.

"I'm wondering why the old Owl is helping you, but when the time comes, I will ask him. Now leave. I will change my mind soon and probably end up killing you too.", he grinned, watching Máximo go into the house he pointed. When the boy disappeared behind the door, Lucian turned around, seeing that the other one was slowly standing up. "Aha! I knew it!", cried happily, launching towards him and grabbing him by his neck, choking the young one. "I knew I didn't kill you! You stayed alive so I can play with you a bit, mm?", the boy gasped, kicking the air. "Oh, you did? How nice of you!", the man forced him to sit on the crumbled wall and took his head with one hand and put the other on his left shoulder. "Hello there, spinal column!"

Máximo almost threw up when Lucian took the head and, with it, the column of the young man, which body dropped to the ground, dead. The boy sighed deeply, panting with fear. He looked up for the basement the man told him and went downstairs. He saw the door, he put his hand over the doorknob and opened it, crying out loud when Máximo saw a boy around his age help some injured vampires that were on the floor. There was also another boy wearing green clothes and a green sash around his neck and shoulders. His hair was a light brown and was wearing a strange hood with orange patterns.

Too shocked to move, Máximo stood there but soon hid behind some medical boxes when the boy started to shot at him.

"Who the hell are you?!", yelled Aaron, Knight in hand, approaching the intruder slowly. But Máximo couldn't answer, he was scared. Did the vampire made him go into a trap? "How did you know about this place?"

"I-I… A-A purple haired va-vampire…", started him, tossing the weapon, showing he didn't want to fight. The green clothed boy, Tove, grabbed it and put it away as Máximo crawled from behind the boxes. He kneed on the floor, showing his empty hands. "A vampire out there… He told me to come here… I-I'm with Oyan but…", he touched the necklace and Tove gasped.

"That's from Alexander!"

"What?", Aaron looked at Máximo. "Where's Alexander?"

"I-I don't know… who you are talking about. I swear I have no idea.", frustrated, Aaron yelled and shot to the ceiling, breaking it and created a nice hole.

"Tie him up, Tove.", he turned around and kept helping the vampires with bruises and deep wounds.

Máximo stayed in the basement, tied up, watching Aaron and Tove going from here to there with the medical boxes, putting alcohol, applying potions over the painful cuts, over the hated solar burns. The boy didn't know why the vampire told him to go there if his allies where in it. He couldn't have trusted him only for wearing that necklace… Speaking of which, who was that Alexander guy? The boy in green said it was from him, but was Alexis who gave it to him. Could it be that Alexis was a spy from the vampires? That's why some of the members in the Guild didn't want him to stay, thinking it could be bad for them. But if it was, why Oyan let him stay, why he gave him that stupid talk about the North history? Was it because he knew they were still looking for him and pretended to make them fight against each other, to create anger in the allies, to create revenge feelings?

Alexis was a very nice guy, especially to him since they shared rooms in the Guild. The man surely didn't abandon his partners, his friends. Máximo smiled. He was admiring him more and more. Alexis sacrificed himself in other to save his friends, and was risking his life for them staying in the Guild to provide information about Oyan and the gunslingers. Máximo wasn't capable of doing that sort of things because first, he didn't have any true friends and second, he wasn't a warrior as that purple haired vampire said. He was just a coward, preferring to run before helping his comrades. But no one could blame him. That was Oyan's way of doing things, and after two years of fighting with the Undead and training there, one gets used to that.

The boy eyed the vampires there. They were all men. Some of them were young; others seemed to have reached their mature age. He looked at Aaron. The boy was perhaps a bit younger than him, one or two years, and was participating in the war. He surely was a gunslinger like himself. The way he reacted, the way he took his gun, how he shoot. Máximo liked him already even if Aaron thought he was an enemy.

"How are you guys?", asked Lucian when he opened the door. Máximo gasped when he saw the vampire was dragging some half-dead gunslingers with him. "Hungry?", said, grinning. "They don't have nice taste but your stomachs will be happy after eating them."

The vampire's eyes shone with excitement as they saw the desperate men trying to break free from Lucian's iron grip. The man tossed them on the floor and the creatures immediately jumped on them.

"Oh, you here.", said Lucian, sitting next to Máximo. "I was worrying that my mate had killed you."

"I would if I hadn't seen he was wearing Alexander's necklace.", answered Aaron, flopping on Lucian's lap. The vampire hugged him and put his head over Aaron's.

"Always so aggressive.", joked the man, kissing him deeply. "Let him go now, Oyan's retreating. I don't want him to get killed by the others."

Tove was the one that accompanied Máximo to the door. The Terrennial untied him and gave him the weapon. He hoped a good trip back to the Guild and closed the door. The boy was utterly confused now, but didn't waste time. He found the group and mixed with it, no one asked anything. No one even cared about him, if he was alive, if he was dead. Máximo gripped his teeth. No one was looking for him, everyone only cared about themselves. They weren't true warriors; they wouldn't sacrifice themselves for someone.

The trip back was longer than he thought of. When they finally reached the Guild, everyone tossed their weapons on the floor and sat anywhere. But Máximo, since he was in better shape than the others, run upstairs, finding Alexander sleeping on his bed. The boy smiled, closing he door behind him. He wasn't going to disturb his sleep. Máximo took off his clothes and tossed them on the floor, climbing to his own bed. The necklace rested on his chest. He touched it, and smiled. Máximo curled under the sheets and blankets and drifted to sleep quickly.

The next morning was a bad one. Every member was angry with Oyan for the way he acted the previous night. They had lost ¾ of the men they had yesterday and now they had to wait for the others to arrive. They were a day and half away from the East city and they needed them now. Oyan opted to ignore the rants of his soldiers as he stayed in his room all day, only going outside if Recher, Merclar or Nidhoggr needed him.

Máximo was in a better mood that day. Alexander was happy to see him again, happy that the boy hadn't died in his first real fight, but got serious when the boy related what happened with Lucian, Aaron and the necklace. Alexander took him to the roof, saying that there no one would disturb them, knowing that Alice had her microphones hiding somewhere. He didn't want the girl to listen, but also feared that Nidhoggr had found and manipulated them. He told him his secret, that he wasn't a real human but rather the Wind Terrennial and was staying to watch over Oyan's moves even when Alice had it all controlled up there. He needed to fake that he renounced to his friends and wanted to start a new life, seeing how evil vampires were, but completely hated the man's ideas, just like Máximo. The boy understood what it meant by that, having to impress his parents every time, doing what they said. He was getting tired of it.

"But don't say a word.", warned Alexander. "I might like you, but if I see you betray me, then I will not doubt in killing you."

"N-No! Never!", said the boy. "I'm not like them!"

The Terrennial smiled.

"I know you aren't, but I can't be a fool either. Try not to stick up too much with me. The spy is very, very intelligent and intuitive. He might soon discover both of us are… in something, you know.", added with a grin.

Máximo nodded.

"But all rookies love you."

"I know. Just don't love me more than that.", said as he ruffled his hair. Máximo smiled, blushing softly. "Let's go back. I bet our 'comrades' are waiting for leader's new plan."

The boy nodded again and followed Alexander downstairs, swearing to give everything from him for Alexander, since it was the only one that deserved to be impressed on the entire planet.