I could see a clearing up ahead and I knew that was the end. The trees were the only thing that kept her from charging at me. I entered the clearing and stopped just in time. It wasn’t just a clearing; it was a clearing that ended up being a cliff. Below the cliff was an enormous river that went at least a mile wide. The current went fast into the white waters, daring anyone to step in its turf. I had struck a dead end.
I took a deep breath and turned to face my enemy. A rumble was made from my throat, coming out in a growl, and I knew the beast inside me was trying its hardest to not come out. My eyes flashed in color as my pursuer lifted both her hands up in a calming gesture. Her deep red eyes softened and became a burgundy color, telling me she had no intention to fight.
“Why?” I growled out, “I did nothing wrong. Why are you after me?” She shook her head and took a step towards me. “No! Get away from me!” I took a step back and balanced myself when my foot touched no ground. She looked stricken, like she was deciding whether to jump near and push me away from the cliff or rather just push me off to get my death over with. My experience with her kind made me decide immediately that she wanted to push me off.
As she took another step towards me, I felt my anger reach its peak. As I slowly felt myself give into the beast, the women in front of me sprang. I was about to push her away, but she did something that surprised me. The beast inside stopped as I felt her lips touch mine. I froze, widening my eyes. I felt myself slump into her, for I didn’t know what to do.
Electricity flooded my body, making me immediately react to it. I pushed her away from me, and I felt my feet touch no ground. As I fell down from the cliff, a hand reached out to me and took my hand. I dangled down from the edge. She was the only thing keeping me above the water. She looked at me desperately, trying to pull me up, but I pulled down. I didn’t want anything to do with her.
“Please…” She said, begging. I shook my head slowly. I could hear the water below me, daring me to fall in.
“I don’t know why you’re after me…but I don’t want anything to do with the kind that hunts mine.” I let go of her hand. That last thing I felt before hitting cold water was confusion as I heard her scream my name.
Stopping near the edge of a clearing, I allowed myself to soak up some of the suns lush, warm rays before looking up into the trees and yelling, “Hay Talley, when are ye gonna jump down ‘ere and enjoy this nice day with me?”
As a response my partner in travel, Francis Talliver, jumped down from the current tree he was resting in and landed right next to me after doing a frontal flip in the air. Sighing in an exasperated way, I gave him a playful smack to the back of his head while proceeding to call him a show off before continuing my way ward travel through the foliage.
Rolling his eyes, Francis began to follow me on foot this time while keeping that ever most peeked vigilance he always carried with him. All in all, the joys of the sunny day could be less of a concern to him, over the joys of his own public safety. Wanting to live ‘till tomorrow instead of living in the moment was always his primary concern, ever since he joined my movement on this refugee trail.
Around high noon we came upon the banks of a river, a river with parts shallow enough in means for us to wade across most of the way and not spend to much time swimming. Not wanting to run the risks of moving through the rivers currents just yet, I made the express decision to take a little rest, much to my partners enjoyment. Not even five minutes after I settled myself, and my pack down at the base of a tree, I noticed Francis acting a bit strange. For the sake of my sanity, as well as his, I tried to lighten the mood and get him to relax.
“Oh for chrissake Talley, relax! It’s a beautiful day, the sun is shinin’ and we haven’t been jumped by God knows what in weeks, what more could ye want?”
“Exactly that,” he replied a bit nonchalantly.
“The fact that we haven’t been in a single fight for weeks is what I mean Nicholas! The moment I let my guard down is the moment we do get attacked, and I don’t know about you, but I want to keep my life for another week or so.”
“Talley, we’re not gonna get atta-.”
“Really, really!” Francis said cutting me off, “That’s not what you said last time, or have you forgotten what happened to Faraday already.”
“Don’t pin that on me, Faraday had it comin’ tah ‘im and ye know it bloody well did Francis!” I yelled back, starting to loose my cool.
“What the hell do you mean ‘he had it coming to him’, are you gonna say that of all your friends now, huh? What if I got killed Nicholas, how would you feel than, huh?”
Honestly, after Francis’s last little outburst, I didn’t know how to respond back to it. What if he did die, would I feel any compassion to his passing, or will I still have that ever growing need of survival nagging at the back of my head? Even better, would a sense of paranoia ever develop in its place? I for one had no reason or cause to tell if that would come true.
But unbeknownst to me, some time during my little pause Francis just up and ran off in what I assume had something to do with his angry fit. Where he went? My best guess was he went to sit up in a tree in an attempt to both keep lookout, and calm his nerves…be alone with his thoughts. He really has been on edge recently, the loss of Faraday really has hit him hard but all men must die eventually. Mourn the lost in the moment of death, not the days following, that has always been my policy. But it was in these moments that he was gone however that I started to do a lot of thinking. What was my purpose, what were the reasons I was running and hiding…what is the real reason why humanity, and all the creatures that share this world with humanity exist, those were some of the many thoughts haunting me at the moment. But also during this times of thinking, I came across something most peculiar to me.
Having spent an extended time down by the river, I listened to my thoughts, and the surroundings of the area I was currently residing in. I also did round about checks almost constantly, for I was starting to grow a bit paranoid myself of what could be lurking in the underbrush of a bush, the branches of a tree, even in the earth right beneath my feet. Those are the kinds of feelings any sane man would be experiencing if they knew they could die any second. It was in those moments down near the river I was resting in front of that I noticed something, or should I say someone.
A female woman, I’d say between the ages of 20 and 30 was lying almost face down in the river, caught on what looked to be a piece of adrift wood. Since there was nothing better for me to do at the moment, and being the kind of selfless human being I was, I saw it fit to try and help this young woman. Taking a risk I waded out into the depths of the dark water to and retrieved her, bringing her back to the safety of dry land. Laying her down in a patch of sunlight I took a quick notice of how she looked. Her strikingly lovely auburn hair was soaked through and sticking to her body, as well as her clothing, but there was only one problem, she was not breathing. Fearing for her safety I began giving her mouth to mouth resuscitation until there was an eventual loss of water from her lungs and a slight rising and falling of her chest. Now that I knew she was still alive, it was time to move on to the more pressing matters, keeping her healthy.
Going to my pack, I began reaching around for a blanket and any spare clothing I could find. Stripping this strange woman of her soaking wet clothing, I dressed her in what I had left, a loose fitting cotton shirt and a pair of slacks. Once done I wrapped her in the blanket to further help keep her warm and than rested her up against the base of a tree. Taking a seat next to her I began waiting, waiting for Francis to return, and for this strange girl, that for some reason I felt the need to help, regain her consciousness.
"How many times must I tell you? Try to control my center line," said Philip, using his projections of two knights while use his movements to have the knight match it.
The first struck downwards with its blade while the second tried to strike at Kaname’s left side. Kaname used Vanguard to block the second knight’s attempt while using Zephyrus to catch the blade of the first knight. Using most of his upper body strength, he shoved both of the knights back before twirling to his left and coming around and lunging forward did a cross slash maneuver at the mid-section of the first knight and knocked away his sword with Vanguard. Hearing the oncoming second knight from behind, he blocked the attack before swiftly turning and knocking away the sword with Zephyrus. Having both swords pointed at both knights, Kaname heard Philip chuckling and lightly applauding his friend for his efforts.
“Nicely done Kaname…I certainly didn’t expect that one,” said Philip, lowering his hands.
“You know you could always up the ante Philip,” said Kaname, sheathing away his swords.
"Kaname...why can't we try and buy a horse for once?" asked Philp, catching his breath briefly before tossing Kaname his cloak.
"Takes some work to caring for them. Besides...there's usually only room for two riders," he answered, putting it on.
After finishing their training session…the two of them made their way through winding tunnels that were barely lit with a torch every 10-20 steps.
“Are you sure you remember your way around this place?” asked Kaname.
“Of course…I’ve been here lots of times,” said Philip.
“And yet a network of tunnels could either lead us to a house, a castle, or even a church for that matter. How is it that you can easily recognize such a complex network?” wondered Kaname, keeping close to his friend so that he doesn’t get lost.
“I read,” he replied.
After several more minutes of walking from corner to corner, the pair eventually reached where they came from. Kaname slowly moved the hidden door and they entered a church. Once the two had paid their respects upon leaving, Kaname had
to temporarily shield his eyes from the bright light of the sun.
“I can see why you’ve become accustomed to being underground,” said Kaname.
“I like to take a break every now and then,” said Philip.
“What’s your current interest?” inquired Kaname.
“Elves,” he replied. “And yourself?”
“Besides searching for answers to my past…legends and myths,” said Kaname.
“Like on what?”
“You sure you want to know?” asked Kaname.
“I don’t see why not,” replied his companion.
He leaned close to Philip’s ear and whispered, “Vampires and Lycans.”
Philip’s eyes went nearly wide like a round shield and he just stared at his friend incredulously.
“You can’t be serious.”
“I am serious,” replied Kaname. “Come on…let’s find a place to rest up…then I need to head to the nearest archives later on.”
As the two of them worked their way through the busy streets, Kaname tried to keep a look out for an inn, while Philip was paying attention to their surroundings. It was quite lively at this time of the day, which explains why the crowds were so big.
After several minutes of searching, Kaname finally came across an inn at the next corner they passed.
“Ah…here’s one…Silver Fairy Inn. This looks like a good place to rest up,” exclaimed Kaname. However, his companion seemed a bit…distracted when he mentioned he found an inn. Apparently, Philip came across a green cloak with some silver lining at the edges from a nearby peddler. Sighing, Kaname walked over and tapped his friend on the shoulder to get his attention. “I said I managed to find an inn where we can rest up. You can do your window shopping after I get us a room.”
“Oh alright…killjoy,” muttered Philip.
“What was that?” asked Kaname.
“Nothing,” was Philip’s reply.
Once they entered, the strong smell of an alcoholic beverage hit Philip’s nose.
“I don’t know if I can stand this,” said Philip.
“Don’t worry about it…I’ll go get us a room,” said Kaname, walking up to the owner, who had a thick bearded mustache and was sort of chubby.
“Good day young masters…you seeking accommodation?” he asked.
“Yes…just for two. Here’s some extra money. We plan on staying for a couple of days,” answered Kaname, handing him some gold pieces.
“You can take the room third door from the right. Enjoy your stay,” replied the inn owner.
“Thank you,” replied Kaname, taking his companion along with him.
Once they settled in the room, Kaname took out a small booklet and began writing something while his companion was sitting near the window looking outside.
“It’ll be dark very soon. I suggest we get something to eat and then prepare for heading over to the archives afterwards,” said Kaname.
“At night?!” inquired Philip, a bit uncertain.
“What…you’re not afraid of the dark are you?” joked Kaname.
“No,” replied Philip. “I’m just not used to being up for very long.”
“Oh…I see. Just wait here then. I’ll see what I can find,” answered Kaname.
Kaname decided to head downstairs and asked the inn owner of the nearest tavern and headed out to get them something to eat.
“She would have made a cute pet… Oh well, easy come, easy go, I suppose.”
She traipsed into a clearing, where she was greeted by another blonde of similar appearance.
“Sister,” the other blonde began, “you were chasing that person quite quickly; did she catch your interest so?”
Sighing dramatically, her counterpart wrapped an arm around her look-alike and the two started to walk out of the forest shoulder to shoulder.
“In a way, I suppose you could say that… Originally I followed her for the thrill of the chase, but then I saw into her eyes…”
Here the blonde paused, lost in thought, “Her eyes were full of contradictions, panic yet stability, hatred for me yet love for life…”
The other blonde laughed lightly, amused by her sister’s reverie. Shaking her lightly, she urged the other girl onward, “I’m sure you will… But who knew the cold-hearted Alicia would be enamored so easily? And by a human, at that.”
The first blonde, Alicia, frowned before lightly punching her sister on the shoulder.
“Be silent, Fate. Besides, I’m sure we’ll meet again in the future. Now let’s be off, mother wants us both home before dawn.”
As the blondes left, Alicia thought to herself, “That was no human... You interest me, girl; I hope you survive so we can meet again.”
Elsewhere, in a castle renowned for never being conquered, the primary leader of the vampires of the region, Precia Testarossa, was consulting with her primary advisor in the privacy of her study.
“Ashverdi… you are aware of the implications of your information, correct?”
The lord stood at attention as he replied, “Yes, milady. My sources are reliable and trustworthy. The werewolves are attempting to rally their forces and rebel against your reign.”
The vampire matriarch folded her hands together in contemplation.
“Very well then,” she began, “at present, we will do nothing. When they rally their forces and shatter themselves upon this fortress, all will know that we are the superior race. They will understand through blood that resistance is meaningless.”
Bowing to his lady, Lord Ashverdi could only reply, “Of course, milady.”
“Oh…well…that’s convenient,” said Kaname, and slowly opened the door upon entering. The atmosphere was lively enough considering there was a lot of
chatter going about and people who appear to be having a good time…literally.
“Can I help you sir?” asked a bartender coming back from cleaning several cups.
“I was wondering when this place closes. I noticed that you had no sign outside as to when you usually operate,” answered Kaname.
“It’s usually before the curfew bell is rung,” he replied.
“I see. Do you have anything to eat around here?” asked Kaname.
“You’ll have to ask the owner,” replied the bartender.
“Where can I find him?” inquired Kaname.
The bartender then pointed out to a man on the opposite side wearing white attire and what appeared to be a green vest with light red lines at the edges. Kaname gave a nod to the bartender before heading over.
Back over at the inn, as Philip quietly waited on Kaname to return with some food, he then decided to take some time and do some quiet meditation. There was some activity outside and yet the moon had yet to show itself. However, it didn’t mean that all was peaceful. After roughly 10-20 minutes of waiting, Philip heard knocking on the door which interrupted his meditation time. Once opened, he saw his companion carrying a small plate covered in a white cloth and a couple cups filled with water.
“What’s all this?” inquired Philip.
“You said you wanted something to eat, right?” asked Kaname.
“Yeah,” replied Philip.
“Managed to get some shepherd’s pie,” he answered.
“What? From where?” asked Philip.
“Over at a tavern roughly 2 blocks from here,” said Kaname. “Go on…eat up.”
“Don’t you want some?” offered Philip.
“I’m fine. You go ahead,” said Kaname. “Don’t forget…afterwards we need to head over to the archives.”
“I haven’t forgotten,” replied Philip, taking a bite of the pie.
After several minutes have passed, the pair then went downstairs to head out to the nearest archive available. Kaname told the inn keeper to let others know that their room was occupied. Putting on his cloak, Kaname then explained to Philp that as he was heading back to the inn, from a distance, the closest archive available to them was near a castle. Luckily for them, Philip knew an old friend that would grant them passage.
“How long did you say you knew the old chap?” asked Kaname.
“Several years actually while I was still under my master’s tutelage,” he answered.
By the time they reached the archive, it slowly began to get dark. Kaname quickly took note and decided to act as a lookout while Philip went inside and found his old friend while explaining the situation they were now in. A couple minutes passed before Philip tapped Kaname on the shoulder and gave him a nod, acknowledging the fact that they were now given access. The foundation of the archive they were in appeared to be several years old, and still in good condition. The coldness coming from the stone walls brought the temperature down a little but the pair managed to keep up with their guide holding the torch. After going down a couple flights of stairs, their guide then showed them the door and opened it. Kaname found a couple of nearby torches upon entering and lit them.
There were a couple of cobwebs hanging from the corners, the room itself was a little dusty. The shelves were slightly covered with dust as well including a few scrolls. Luckily, there were a couple of tables and chairs in which they could sit down and read some scrolls. Kaname only took three while his companion took several scrolls.
“Think you’ll find any clues about your past here?” asked Philip.
“Not that I would know of, except…a few bits regarding my current interests,” said Kaname.
“You’re kidding…you already found some information?” inquired his companion.
“Very little I’m afraid,” he replied.
“What of it?” asked Philip.
“Something about an amulet…and it’s not just one from a royal lineage either,” answered Kaname.
Piquing Philip’s interest almost immediately, he quickly went over to where Kaname was reading the scroll.
‘Where have I seen this before?’ wondered Philip.
“Is something wrong?” asked Kaname.
“Huh…oh, no…nothing. I thought it looked familiar,” he replied quickly.
Kaname then went into his clothes and felt his hands run through a thin metal chain until it held what appeared to be a diamond held within golden lining.
Looking at the picture on the scroll he just unfurled, Kaname looked carefully at the design before looking back at the amulet he was now wearing.
‘I wonder…do these connect somehow?’ pondered Kaname.
Giving me a disapproving look, Francis Talliver just sighed and pointed to the girl behind me again before sitting down. Not even looking back at me to see if I was paying attention, he asked the same question he asked earlier, again. “Reo, Who. Is. That. Girl.”
Sheathing my sword I pondered on the question, what is this girl’s name, sure, I saved her life and all but I do not even know what to call her. Stroking my goatee a bit I thought it over for several seconds before replying. “Huh……. I honestly don’t know what ‘er name is.” Turing to the girl I coughed slightly before asking the question. “I don’t mean tah be rude at all luv, but what is your name?”
Rolling his eyes at my over blatant politeness, Talley took out a dagger and began sharpening it some ways away from me and the girl, in what I believe was his way of keeping watch for our safety now, while I waited patiently for this girls name. Coughing a few more times, I took a look at her face and found myself greeted with a very blank, very disapproving scowl. Think things over slightly, I immediately jumped to the task and said, “Oh I’m sorry luv, my name is Reo, Nicholas Reo, me friend over there is Francis Talliver, we’re a couple of rovers just lookin’ for the next nearest town and the next nearest line of work. Now luv, unless you want me callin’ ye luv all day, everyday luv, I’m gonna need tah know your name…luv.
I could see her arguing with herself mentally at that moment, just through the discomforted expression on her face, and the wide array of emotions that seemed to follow it. Worry, anger, grief, worry, anger, anger….anger, and finally reassurance, or I believe it was reassurance, that made her stop. It would not take her more than five minutes before she finally gave a resigned kind of sigh and grumbled out her name, “Nanoha.”
“Nanoha, Nanoha…quite a foreign sounding name ye have there, but I like it!” I said exuberantly, a bit too exuberantly I was guessing for someone’s taste because the next thing I knew, I had a large rock hit me square in the face, soon to be followed by a second, slightly smaller one, and than a third. Whether I deserved to be hit or not was not really the thing to judge right now, but stone to the face, I have learned, has never been more in excruciatingly painful before in my God given life. It made me want to say, ‘Damn, you have a good arm.’ But I was too busy saying other things at the moment. Covering my nose with my hand I could feel the obvious blood that was gushing out from it. It did not exactly dawn on me at that moment to find a method to clean it off, all I did was yell at profanities under my breath. Eventually I did calm down enough to get a rag to wipe down my nose and clean off the rest of the blood caked on my face and neck. It even gave me a chance to spit out the small chunk of tongue I bit off, as well as a chance to spit out a couple of teeth. Now, lying with my back against the base of a tree, I let out a deep frustrated sigh and just sat in the tense moment that this ‘Nanoha’ girl was making.
Taking a look over in her direction, she looked both like she was sorry, and ready to tear my face off. It was only a matter of time before she spoke up saying, “It’s about time I get going…” Before letting it die down there. As she was getting up to walk away, she timidly mumbled the words thank you before taking about ten steps, away from the river, before collapsing. Sighing out again, I lowered the rag from my nose and said, “Let’le lady, yer not goin’ anywhare, at least nut untel those wounds of yers heal at least.” Even as I spoke, you could tell my nose was broken.
“Says you!” She began to say again, completely disregarding what I said as she stood up, before taking about five more steps this time before collapsing. Chuckling lightly in my expense I let her struggle with her self a bit more before she gave a type of (was that whimpered?) cry and giving up. In all honesty, I had no real clue why she would have pain in her legs at all after lifting and throwing me...and kicking a rock up with her feet (somehow) to throw at me, but I was not about to ask any questions.
Walking over to her I helped her get to her feet, much to her own delight, and helped her hobble over to the base of the tree I was resting at, before explaining to her the situation she was in. “When I found ye sever’ral pieces of stone stuck into yer legs, I had tah pry most of them out, but some I just couldn’t get. You shouldn’t move on yer legs all that much now luv…Nanoha. So until ye heal up, please rest.” For some reason, I could not help but somewhat plead for her to take it easy, probably just that nice guy intuition I have always had…it made me think of some, significant, other person I had waiting for me.
At this point, both of us would try and make small talk the best way we knew possible, though it really did not work out all that well, we still somehow managed to get along, much to my partner Talley’s Annoyance. It was around this time in the lull in the day, when I was making something over a readily made fire, that I managed to ask Talley where we should head next. This, unfortunately in good will for us, peaked the interest of our brown headed guest.
"Soooo", she drawled on in a very, very, uncharacteristically cute drone for her psyche that it made almost gag. “Where you two headin’~” At that point I would have sworn she was drunk, but I doubted it.
“We, as in me and him,” I said while pointing to Talliver. “Were trying to work our way to the next town over, to maybe find a place to stay.”
At that point, she gave me a rather flamboyant smile and said, “Maybe I can help?”
“Any luck so far?” asked Philip.
“So far…nothing comes to mind,” replied his partner.
Philip took a quick look at the scroll Kaname had in his hand and noticed a faint, but still visible image of a double-faced flower with a cross within the drawing, slightly faded on the top right corner.
“So what do you recall about the conflict your late master had with this Elder vampire?” asked Kaname, breaking his friend’s concentration.
“Not much…except for a couple of things,” said Philip.
Philip was silent for a brief moment as he collected his thoughts while Kaname sat patiently on a silk pillow cross-legged, slightly rocking back and forth.
“Before my master died…he told me, ‘Beware of the Silent One’”
“Did he ever find out the identity?” asked Kaname.
“Not that I’m sure of. All I recall was that he once told me that there was a power struggle between three elder vampires. The one my master fought appeared to be one of those three…and that they were power hungry,” explained Philip.
“Sounds like it got pretty ugly,” said Kaname.
“Oh…it gets better. Two of the vampire elders were brothers. The third one was their mentor, an elder. Apparently, the two brothers had slightly different views on the world, as well as their enemies. One of the two was destined to lead the coven. They argued about it for quite a bit until something happened which caused the two to fight each other,” explained Philip.
“Why would they need a mentor when they’re all elder vampires?” inquired Kaname.
“The reason is because not everyone that is old, teaches the same thing. They may have similar ideals, but each is different. The same goes with mentors,” answered Philip.
“So…what caused the two brothers to fight against each other?” asked Kaname.
“One brother wanted to be immune to sunlight while the other wanted to have complete control over his adversaries,” said Philip.
“That doesn’t appear to be possible in any condition. Sure you can have some control over one’s adversaries but to be in complete control…that’d take the power of something that would be extremely influential,” replied Kaname.
“That was the bait that the mentor used against the brothers. You see…he tricked the brothers into thinking that such a feat was possible. He told them that he could teach them how to avoid sunlight and gain control over their enemies. In order to prove their worth to him, they would have to duel each other. The mentor knew of their bad family history and how much they got on each other’s nerves,” explained Philip.
“So he used that knowledge to his own advantage,” said Kaname.
“Exactly,” said Philip.
“I think I’ve gotten the information I needed,” said Kaname, putting his small notepad in his left vest pocket.
“Good, then let’s head back,” said Philip.
As the two of them worked their way back up into town, Kaname quickly took note of the slight chill the night wind brought and quickly held onto the hood of his cloak.
“I’ve never felt the wind blow this strongly before,” said Philip.
“Aye…it’s as if it’s telling us something is going to be going on,” said Kaname.
The two of them walked slowly back to the inn when Kaname blinked for a few seconds, scanning his surroundings. The area they were at almost appeared deserted.
“That’s funny…I don’t remember walking down this side of town,” said Kaname.
“Agreed…perhaps we took a wrong turn?” guessed Philip.
Kaname heaved an annoyed sigh and said, “Let’s just keep going and keep an eye out for anything. Even if we manage to find the inn, we should still keep up our guard. There’s no telling as to what happens during the night.”
“R-right,” said Philip, following closely behind.
After taking several detours from passing closed stores to open bars, they eventually found their way back to the inn they were staying. Kaname took a look from the window in their room and saw the moon was already in a big crescent shape.
“Philip…” began Kaname, as he looked at the night sky.
“Yeah?” he answered.
“You never actually told me what happened to your family.”
Philip turned away briefly from his companion before saying, “I don’t remember much about them.”
“Is that so?” inquired Kaname.
“Yeah,” he replied.
“Do you ever wonder if someone might have probably altered or erased your memories?” asked Kaname.
“It has crossed my mind a couple of times…but I never actually considered it,” said Philip.
“Looks like we’re both in the same boat then,” said Kaname.
“Huh?” wondered Philip.
“It means that we’re both in the same situation,” said Kaname.
“Oh…yeah…I guess you could put it that way,” said Philip.
“Go and rest up, Philip. I’ll go and take watch,” said Kaname.
“Are you sure?” inquired his companion.
“Yes…I’m sure,” replied Kaname, as he took a chair near a small round table and placed it near the window before sitting down.
As Philip crawled into bed, Kaname kept looking at the stars in the night sky and watched the clouds slowly cover the crescent moon, like cloth drapes slowly being pulled over to cover something. A few seconds later, he could hear the faint howl of a wolf and began to wonder.
‘Hmm…a regular one…or a werewolf…they’re both different, yet one carries something of a disease as a result of something,’ thought Kaname, as he slowly pulled out the slightly developed pendant from his neck and stared at the design. It had strange symbols etched into the sides and yet the metal itself looked slightly like faded gold which resembled like bronze instead under shadow. Kaname then walked over to where his partner was sleeping and blew out the candle before returning to being a lookout from near the window of the room they were staying in.