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::Kevin's POV::
"He's not in here? How? He couldn't of just got up and left." They told me Bame was dead, in this room too. He wasn't in here when I stormed in. Maybe he isn't dead. I glanced back at Steve and he was staring into space with a dumbstruck face. "Are you sure he was dead?"
"Yes! I used the Detect Life spell too! I don't understand how this could of happened." The room was completely empty with the exception of the bed, a nightstand, a wardrobe and counter with a mirror. I noticed that the bed sheets were quite roughed up.
"I don't know Steve. It doesn't add up to me."
"He.." Lydia barely whimpered out, "can he be alive?" I look over Steve who had a slightly doubtful expression.
"There's always that chance in this case. I hope he is." I looked back at the door to the room. "Did you leave the door open when you left?"
Steve cocked an eyebrow. "Yeah I think."
Well that's a clue. "When I ran in here, I nearly broke open the door. It was closed." Lydia's and Jon's faces both lifted up from their daydreaming gazes. "I mean, I don't think it just closed itself."
"Wait, what are you saying?" Steve asked me with a confused expression.
"He's not dead." I walked out the room and noticed a couple things on the ground. His canteen, some food and a couple drops of blood. This doesn't make any sense. Why would he just leave some pretty important things? "He dropped all the food he had and his canteen, which," I scratched my head and glanced at Steve, "doesn't make any sense. And there's a couple drops of blood on the ground. This doesn't make sense to me."
Steve and Jon both looked up at me and shrugged. I noticed that Lydia had a sense of hope in her eyes. "He has to be alive." I hope she's right.
::Earlier...::
...Everything is so blurry and bright. And it's very hot in this room. My cramp is gone at least. But I feel.. hungry.. Like in the mood for.. I don't know why I have this feeling, but in the mood for, none other than.. Blood. What the fuck?
I moved my feet to the ground and the ground felt warmer than usual. Weird.. My skin is still pale. And the light beaming through the small slit window is nearly burning my skin. Alright, pale skin, burning sunlight, and blood lust, this is not looking good at all. I noticed there was a mirror in my room and I got up to my feet. I walked over to the mirror and.. Oh shit.. I-I'm a.. I can't even think the word.
My eyes has bright colors of red, orange and all in between. Deathly stare. I don't like this one bit. I know how this happened. That little bitch Babette bit me which caused me to turn into what she is. And I never knew how to be cured in the game mostly because I never wanted to be a vampire in the first place. Fuck..
"Alright I need to get out of here." I rushed into the other bedrooms and I assume that this one is Steve's. I grabbed one of the hoods and put it on my head. That sun, needless to say, is not my friend anymore. At least for a while now. I took another pair of gloves and rushed out the room. Good thing Farengar's enchanted steel armor is weightless cause I'm gonna need to be on the move for a while.
I checked my pack and realized that everything in there was not useful. All that was in there was food and.. I guess I don't need 'food' food anymore, so I tossed them out of the bag. Time get outta here, I'd rather not talk or tango about my condition at the moment. I rushed up the stairs and exited out the upstair's door out to the second floor patio. I jumped over the ledge on both of my feet. And I did feel any falling damage in my knees, that was never in the game.
I walked along the side of the main hall and peeked around to the front. Kevin was sprinting full out to the house with Steve, Jon and Lydia following just behind him. Lydia... "I'm sorry," I whispered. I lowered my hood a little more from the sunlight and began running north. As soon as I'm out of sight, I'm heading to Riften. This sounds insane, but I have to talk to Isran.
Isran could help me, but his determination to kill all vampires can very well get in the way of helping me. It's going to take a lot of convincing for him to help. Hell, I'll kill Harkon if I must. I must get this fucking disease out of me!
::Steve's POV::
Things have been different with Bame gone. With him gone, that leaves me and Kevin in charge of our group.. And I feel we aren't quite ready for that responsibility yet. For as long as we've been here, we still don't know the essentials of living in Skyrim.
Maybe if I told Lydia about us coming here in a different dimension, no that wouldn't help. She's been quiet for most of the day and has been avoiding eye contact with all of us. Seems like she's going to stay here in the house with us. Kevin should be outside shooting bolts at the targets. Jon is in the armory checking out the blades. And Cain, I think, is on top of the mountain with the Elder Scroll or whatever.
Suddenly there was a knock at the front door. I got up, walked over to the door and opened it up. It was Vilkas and Faendel. "Hey guys."
"Steve," Vilkas greeted back.
"You can come in." I opened up the door and walked back to the table. The two walked in through the threshold and closed the door. Vilkas knew something was up just by looking at us.
"I understand what happened," he suddenly said with a deeper voice. I glanced over, made quick eye contact with him and looked away. "Bame, he's gone."
"How do you know that?"
"I can smell death. It's a curse I wish I didn't have. Where did you bury him?"
I rested my head on my hands. "We didn't. We saw him die and we were going to get Kevin, but when we came back, he was gone. His pack is gone and looks like he dumped his food out. I don't get what's going on." Vilkas took a deep breath and sat down at the table. He had a puzzling look on his face.
"Remember his wound when we ambushed the Dark Brotherhood?"
"Yeah why?"
He paused and brought up his arm that had a semi big scar on it, and from the looks of it, it's from a blade. "See this was from a blade," he slid his finger along the scar. "When I saw Bame's cut, it didn't look like it was from a blade, axe or mace. More like bite marks along with a blade."
Bite marks? One of the guys bit him? "What are you saying?"
He covered his scar and leaned back on his chair. "Well, what do you know about vampirism?"
"Uh, not much other than the fact that they eat people." Lydia put her head down and her eyes became glassy, with good reason. Vilkas nodded slowly and leaned in toward me.
"Alright, and lycanthropy?"
What the..? "Never heard of it to be completely honest."
He gave me a semi confused and shocked expression. "Well, in other words a werewolf, what do you know of them?"
"Well, you are one. And they change when it's a full moon, right?"
"Well, maybe for the ones that can't control the beast blood. Basically as you know already, we can change whenever. Anyways, Bame got bit by someone during the raid which eventually killed him. My lead is that he's either a vampire or werewolf, but most likely a werewolf 'cause Arnbjorn might of bit him."
This isn't making sense, at least not yet. "Aren't vampires considered dead?" I asked him.
"Yeah absolutely. Well, they are leading more to the dead side, but they aren't as dead as a draugr." He snickered a little.
"And a werewolf?"
"Alive, but considered a beast rather than a man. Makes perfect sense, I hate this curse. I haven't slept well in gods know how long." Ahh, I'd hate that too. Not being able to sleep, that sounds torturous. Well now I know he's not a werewolf, but something a lot worse in my opinion.
"He's not a werewolf."
Vilkas lowered both of his eyebrows. "What makes you say that?"
"I used the detect life spell and his body didn't show up."
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, then shook his head. "Well.. That changes everything.. I was hoping Arnbjorn bit him. Even so, his arm would of been bit right off." He glanced over to Lydia and patted her back softly. She was nearly crying. "I'm sorry Lydia." She slightly nodded her head and looked away.
"You think he's actually a vampire?" I have to be sure. I really hope if he is, he's not a monster. I'm not even sure what a vampire actually looks like in Skyrim. Like Dracula? Or like the Twilight Saga, God forbid? Or the mindless monsters in twenty first century vampires?
"I couldn't tell you. There's enough clues that he is, but I could be wrong."
"What do vampires even look like?"
He gave me a half shocked expression. "I can see you haven't read many books. No big deal. Pale skin, the skin is as cold as the forests of the Pale, orangish bright eyes, very silent, they can jump higher than normal, and large canine teeth, but not as large as a werewolf's. Usually they are covered in clothes leaving no skin visible to the sunlight."
"Where do they stay?"
"Usually in caves and old relics. Why?"
"I want look for my best friend." He turned his head slightly and paused, then began shaking his head.
"I'm sorry Steve, but Bame may not be who he once was. He could very well be a mindless freak by now."
I quickly stood up with rage in my emotions and pointed at him. "No! He can't be a mindless freak! He would never betray his best friends! And I don't give a crap what the damn books say about vampires! He's my best friend and I won't let him live in caves for the rest of his life!" I turned around and leaned on one of the pillars. "There has to be a cure.."
::Bame's POV::
I realized being a vampire has its perks. I can run faster, farther and I don't need to rest that often. I can jump higher as well. I don't fear death. The only thing that I fear is the sun. It reminds me of the zombies from 'I Am Legend'. The sun burns my skin. If I remember correctly, there are stages of vampirism, and I think I'm on the later stages. My hunger for blood intensifies every day. I have no choice, I have consume someone's blood.
At least I'm in the Rift already. Only took a day to get here. It's nighttime with no moonlight, but it doesn't affect me, I can see better in the dark. I spotted a fire in the distance. I hope they're bandits, I don't want to kill any innocent travelers. I quickly sprinted towards the light and three figures appeared next to the fire. They all have lightweight armor on and one of them had a huge coin purse next to him. They look like bandits.
"You think it was smart to steal from the Black-Briar lodge?" One of them said randomly. Yeah, they are robbers no doubt. I guess I can kill them. Just before one of them responded, there was a sudden crack of a stick just on the opposite side of the camp and they both rose to their feet. "Who's there?" The bandit shouted out in the woods.
Suddenly a dart penetrated his neck and he fell down to the ground, then another dart stuck the second bandit, then the third. It was all in an instant. From the dark of the night, I spotted a figure approaching the victims. It was a man, dark elf from the looks of it. He had golden eyes. Suddenly he glanced over in my direction. "You can come on out now, friend." I rose to me feet and slowly walked toward him.
"Who are you?" I called out.
"My name is Drakuv. May I ask the same for you?" He had a friendly smile, for a vampire. I hope he doesn't try anything.
"Bame." I walked up next to the fire and knelt down.
"Nice to meet you, Bame." He walked over to one of the victims and flipped him over. He ripped off the leather around his neck and sank his canines in the soft flesh. I exhaled kind of loudly and looked away. He noticed my shocked expression and brought out his teeth out of the victim. "I take it that you are new to your new self."
I glanced over to him. "Yeah, just a couple days ago. And you?"
Just before he was going in for another bite, he lifted his head and gazed up at the stars. "Uhh, roughly sixty-three years. I was infected by a vampire just off the coast of Castle Volkihar. I was dumb enough to check out the view. The bastard killed my sister and made me watch, then shortly after, he bit me." He looked down at the victim and bit into his neck again.
Well, this may work out just fine. A vampire friend can't hurt, and he seems like a good guy. I might as well make a new friend considering going out alone can be dangerous. "Where were you heading, friend?"
"Fort Dawnguard." His gazed opened up and he dropped his victim from his grasp.
"Why in the eight divines..? Do you know what they are?" His voice expressed every bit of confusion in him.
"Vampire hunters, I know. I'm going there for help." He lowered his eyebrows and raised his shoulders.
"Why? Why would they help you of all people?" He was pretty much yelling at me.
"Because, I want to know if they can help me get rid of this curse!"
His head turned to the left slightly and he gaped. "Curse? Why do you think this is a curse?"
"First off," I started, "I am isolated from my best friends back in Whiterun from this. As long as I'm what I am now, I can't ever be with my friends. Secondly, think about it, we are killing people and fucking drinking their blood! Isn't that fucked up enough? That isn't right!"
He got to his feet and looked off into the woods. "I see your point. But what about our new powers? We can run faster, longer. We can jump higher, see in pitch black. Can't you see the advantages we have on others?"
"I don't fucking care. I was better off being human. Being alive! Not being considered dead. I had a girlfriend, and she was taken away from me along with my friends. Also, we will never see the sun again." I don't think he sees the point just yet. "Drakuv, your sister, she was mutilated by a vampire. Do you think she wants you like this?"
He shot his face at me and his golden eyes intensified. "Do you think I had a choice? That vampire cold hearted killed my sister. You want to know what happened to him? I ripped him apart shortly after. And I made sure he got the worst! No regrets." He paused and sat down next to one of the untouched bandits. "I didn't want to be a vampire. But after time passed, I saw the advantages of being one."
"Still, we should at least try to be cured. You can have your life back, and I can have mine."
"My life back? All my family is probably dead. As well as my friends. Sixty-three years. I won't have my life back."
"Then you have a chance to create a new life. Ever thought of that?" There was no response. He sat there and looked down at the unconscious bandit. He lifted up the bandit, ripped off the leather covering his neck and moved the victim towards me.
"Get some blood, you need it. You look too dead." I hesitantly pulled the man closer to me. I rubbed my tongue against my large canines and I turned the mans head exposing the neck more. I glanced up at Drakuv and he focused himself on one of the other bandits.
Bame, you have to do it. It's the only way to survive. Do it so you can have a better chance to be back with your friends, with Lydia. Don't dwell on this. Cannibalism is wrong, but you must do it to keep going. Fuck it, I'm doing it. I bit down, sank my teeth into the man's neck and began consuming the blood. My God, why have you forsaken me?
::Cain's POV::
"Who is Paarthurnax?" The Greybeards told me about this guy named Paarthurnax and that he's the only one I can talk to about the Elder Scroll.
"He's our leader who lives on the top of the mountain. The path there is dangerous, which is why we taught you Clear Skies. Use that shout on your journey to the peek and you may speak to Paarthurnax. Good luck." Arngeir bowed down along with the other three men.
"Thanks." I turned around and saw the icy wind shooting next to the archway leading up to the mountain. Clear Skies, I hope this works. I walked up near the sheer cold of the wind, took a deep breath, "Lok Vah Koor!" The shout fired through the air and went through the icy winds. The wind suddenly stopped and and the air felt a little warmer. It worked.
As I made my way up the mountain, I got this weird feeling that something happened down in Whiterun. I can feel the uneasy presence run around in my mind. There has to be something about this feeling. I really hope nothing happened to anyone down there.
I kept on walking up and I can to a landing. There's a wall similar to the one I saw in Bleak Falls Barrow. This must be the peek. But why would someone want to live up here? Out the blue, a huge distinctive roar ruptured through the air and a dragon flew down staring at me. He swung around in the air and landed down in front of me, all in one motion. I reached for my sword, then suddenly it spoke, but in words I could not understand.
"DO NOT BE ALARMED! I MEAN NO HARM! BUT MAY I ASK WHY YOU DISTURB MY MEDITATION ON MY STRUNMAH, MY MOUNTAIN?" Holy shit, this dragon can speak, and he doesn't want to kill me. It's voice was very distinctive and had pure dignity within the tone.
"Arngeir told me to come up here to talk to you about the Elder Scroll. And excuse me for almost drawing my sword. I wasn't expecting you to be a dragon, Paarthurnax." I slowly moved my hand away from my sword.
"NO APOLOGY IS NEEDED. AND THE KEL? WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE KEL.. THE ELDER SCROLL?"
"I need to learn how to defeat Alduin. I've been told that there's a shout that can defeat him, erm.. I think it was called Dragonrend." The dragon raised its head a little and looked over to a this strange aura next to the wall.
"WHY MUST YOU STOP ALDUIN?"
"He is a threat to the world. He can end life as we know it. I must stop him for the sake of the innocent."
The dragon bowed its head. "AN ANSWER AS GOOD AS ANY! KROSIS. SOME SAY THAT WHEN THE WORLD ENDS, ANOTHER IS REBORN FROM THE ASHES! WHAT WOULD HAPPEN TO THE NEXT WORLD IF THIS WORLD DOES NOT END?"
"Then the next world will have to worry about it's own self. Also, I don't want to see my friends suffer, they don't deserve that fate, and I will not allow that happen if I can do anything about it." The dragon gave out an amused grunt and shifted its stance to its left.
"YOU HAVE GREAT COMPASSION UNLIKE ONE OF THE OTHER DOVAKIINLE. BEFORE I HELP YOU, YOU MUST GREET ME AS A DOVAH, FOR IT HAS BEEN TOO LONG SINCE I DONE A PROPER GREETING!" He shifted his giant body towards the wall. "AS TRADITION, THE ELDER SPEAKS FIRST!" He opened his mouth and inhaled a massive amount of air. "YOL TOOR SHUL!" Waves of fire hit into the wall and dragon words started to appear on it.
I walked up to the engravings and said the word repeatedly. Yol. Yol. Fire Breath. Awesome. "GOOD, NOW LET ME GRANT YOU MY UNDERSTANDING OF YOL!" Suddenly, auras evaporated from his body and flung at me. My knowledge of the word sank in and soon it turned into a Thu'um. "NOW GREET ME, NOT AS A JOOR, BUT AS A DOVAH!"
Shout on him? Alright I guess. "Yol!" A wave of fire flew out and slid right past his body.
"AHH! IT'S BEEN TOO LONG! KROSIS DOVAHKIIN, SO YOU WANT TO KNOW HOW TO DEFEAT ALDUIN. THE ANSWER LIES THERE." He pointed his head to the strange misty aura again. "READ THE KEL IN THE TIID-AHRAAN, AND YOUR QUESTION WILL BE ANSWERED."
I took the Elder Scroll off my back and walked in the middle of the aura. The air in here is calm and still and everything outside seems blurry. So I guess I just open it and start reading? Well here goes nothing. I pulled the scroll down and suddenly everything around me blurred. The sound of the wind and the dragon breathing faded. A constant screeching sound filled my hearing and light took over my sight. The weird symbol in the middle of the scroll suddenly changed into a moving picture along with the audio.
My vision of my surroundings was limited but I can see enough to understand. I realized the wall that Paarthurnax breathed fire on had large missing chunk on the right side and it looks relatively new. The air around me was swarmed with dragons of all sorts. Bronze, green, gold, white, one red, a couple blue, a couple yellow and grey dragons.
Then, one man figure appeared in the gist with what looks to be a battle axe. Suddenly a dragon landed in front of him. It began to speak but I had no idea what it was saying, however it doesn't seem like it likes the man.
"Felldir, die now, in vain." The dragon's voice wasn't as dignified as Paarthurnax's voice. The man and the dragon then got into a fight. When the dragon struck his fangs at the man, the man parried it by side swiping his battle axe. The dragon whipped his head from the recoil of the man's attack. Then a woman came into the fight with a sword similar to the ones the zombies had in Bleak Falls Barrow.
"Skyrim will be free from your kin's tyranny!" The dragon whipped his head up and tried to bite down on her, but its teeth only bit down on air. The woman grabbed ahold of one of the dragon's horns and climbed on top of the dragon's head. She lifted her sword in the air, let out a deathly war cry and speared the blade into the dragon's skull. The dragon immediately went limp and the head dropped to the ground. The snow on the ground whipped up in the air.
The woman pulled her blade out of the skull and sheathed it. "The dragons are forming up. Alduin will come," the man said. "When he does, we will make our stand and kill him."
Another elder man walked into view with the Elder Scroll on his back. "You don't understand. Alduin cannot be slain like a lesser dragon. Others that have tried to dispatch him, failed."
"Yeah but they didn't have Dragonrend!" The woman shouted back.
"That doesn't matter. Dragonrend is tremendous help to us, but Alduin is beyond our strength, which," he pulled the Elder Scroll off his back, "is why I brought the Elder Scroll."
The younger man quickly turned around and pointed his finger at him. "Hakon, we agreed not use it!"
"I did not agree. It may be our only hope." Suddenly a huge deathly roar erupted in the air. A blurry black figure began approaching them from a distance. The man put the Elder Scroll back on his back and pulled his great sword out. "Come, Alduin approaches us. We make our stand here."
The three went into a battle formation and the dragon landed on the wall, breaking off part of the left side. It glared up at them with its demonic eyes and began speaking in dragon. It's probably saying how they are going to die. Then it said something about Sovngarde. Then it lifted off, but before it can fly away, the three warriors inhaled large breaths. "Joor.. Zah.. Frul!" The shout sunk in and now I understand it. Dragonrend.
Alduin bursted into blue lights and forced him to land. The dragon quickly glanced around his body and back at the three warriors. "What have you done? What evil have you created?" Then it was a battle of two different species. The dragon smacked the younger man with his tail sending him flying into the wall. Then he focused himself on the woman. The woman kept shouting jeers and threats at the beast. Every maneuver against the beast didn't seem to hurt it. The elder man dropped his great sword, took several steps back and brought out the Elder Scroll. The dragon lifted its head and bit down on the woman at lightning speed. He shook her around in the air and launched her in the air towards the wall.
The younger man got to his feet and rushed back toward the dragon. The black dragon made many attempts to grapple the guy with his teeth, but the man parried all of them. Despite the skills he has, the dragon was relentless. "It's no use, he's too strong! Use it!"
The older man began reading the Elder Scroll but I couldn't exactly hear him. The roars from the monster made it difficult. Alduin suddenly made a startled movement and jerked his head toward the old man. The dragon exhaled massive waves of flames at him but the man was shielded by the effects of the Scroll. "I hereby banish you from Tamrial!" Those were the only words I could understand from him.
Suddenly the dragon was caught in a spinning green essence that made his scales disappear, then his head. "NOOO!" Then silence. The dragon was gone. The rest of the dragons in the air retreated away from the mountain.
The younger man got up to his as if nothing happened. I can see some severe wounds but he just walked them off like it was just a scratch. "We did it. The World-Eater is gone."
"For now. May souls of our descendants have mercy on us."
The vision ended and all my senses started to come back. As my sight enhanced, I noticed something hovering, and it isn't Paarthurnax. Shit.. It's Alduin himself!
"DOVAKIIN! I CAN SEE THAT YOU ENVISIONED MY DECENT TO NOW! IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRY, YOU CANNOT DEFEAT ME, FOR I AM AL-DU-IN! NOW DIE, SO I CAN CONSUME YOUR SOUL IN SOVNGARDE!" Oh my God. I'm not sure if I'm ready for this! I hope this Dragonrend fucking works better than it did in that vision!
"You will not win, Alduin. I am here to end your tyranny from mankind once and for all! JOOR ZAH FRUL!" That shout felt so much different from the other ones. Oh well, stay focused! You are fighting a godlike being, Cain!
The effects of the shout penetrated his black scales and gave off many waves of blue light. He was drawn to the ground and he let out a death roar. I heard the flapping of wings behind me, Paarthurnax. He lifted up and circled around Alduin, firing large balls of fire and ice at him. I drew my sword and rushed at the beast. Alduin opened up his huge mouth and I can see waves of fire getting ready to exhale.
I stopped in my tracks and took a deep breath, this may do nothing but it's worth a try. "YOL TOOR SHUL!" At that instant waves of fire exited and expanded out of my mouth towards Alduin. He exhaled his fire shortly after but the fire was blue. Oh damn, blue means hotter..
Both of our waves hit each other between us like two walls. Focus! Focus! Concentrate on exhaling more fire! My red flames pushed his blue back further and further and further until it met his face. The effect of the pressure from the collision launched Alduin off the landing of the mountain. Alduin let out one last fading death roar. I sprinted over to edge of the mountain and saw him gain his flying ability. Shit. I'll see him again. The last thing I saw from the black beast is him fading away to the northeast.
Then Paarthurnax suddenly landed behind me. "I UNDERESTIMATED YOU DOVAKIIN, KROSIS. I THOUGHT I WOULD NEVER WITNESS A JOOR STAND UP AND DEFEAT ALDUIN. YOU TRULY HAVE THE VOICE OF A TRUE DOVAH!"
I have no idea what to say to that. "Oh thanks."
"YOUR GRATITUDE IS NOT NECESSARY. I ONLY SPEAK IN TRUTH." The dragon climbed on top of the wall and gazed out into the distance land.
I walked over to him and he slowly turned his giant head to me. "Do you know where he went?"
He inhaled a deep breath and led his gaze to the northeast. "MMM.. I CANNOT SAY, KROSIS."
"Then I'm screwed."
"DO NOT LOSE HOPE SO EASILY. THERE IS SOMETHING WE CAN TRY." He paused and took a deep breath. "LIKE ME, MANY OF THE DOV HAVE BEGUN TO QUESTION ALDUIN'S LORDSHIP. THERE IS BUT ONLY ONE DOVAH THAT CAN HELP YOU SEEK ALDUIN. ALTHOUGH, HE MUST BE CONVINCED TO HELP YOU."
"I can convince him, but how do I draw him to me?"
"AHH, I FORGET HOW YOU KNOW LITTLE OF THE DOV LANGUAGE. A DOVAH'S NAME IS MEERLY A THU'UM. THE THREE SYLLABLES ARE ALL WORDS OF POWER, PAAR-THUR-NAX, MMM?"
"So I just say his name and he'll just come?"
"HE IS NOT COMPELLED TO, BUT HE WILL COME IF YOU SPEAK HIS NAME. HIS NAME IS ODAHVIING, OD-AH-VIING. HEAR THE WORDS, TASTE THE WORDS!" Odahviing. That's an awesome name. Now how do I get him in some position so that I can talk to him without being able to kill me?
"Once I call him, how would I talk to him? I mean, he's going to try to kill me. Is there some way I can trap him?"
"YES THERE IS A WAY."