"Ah, my little vampire hunter," Von Roo chuckled. "I see you are still resisting your new destiny. But that won't last long!" His wild laughter echoed off the tunnel walls as he began closing in.

Gaelan backed up slowly. Old habits began bringing up mental curses, charms, and other magical weapons of defense against vampires- but all of them were based on a life and light which was now in his past. A vampire being savaged by another vampire, he thought bleakly. I suppose there is something ironic about that.

Von Roo continued his slow advance. "Oh, no need to run, my pretty. This won't hurt a bit- not even as much as our last meeting did!"

Gaelan didn't bother to respond but simply kept a wary eye on his opponent. Just as he was bracing himself to dodge the expected lunge, a blast of golden light left him totally blinded. He rubbed at his eyes, trying to clear away the spots. His sensitive hearing had been hammered as well, so it was a few seconds before he realized that a golden figure in a dark coat and hat was staring at him.

Gaelan stared back. The stranger was a uni, obviously- the horn was proof of that. He held a grand lightning beam and moon staff, apparently the cause of the blast which had turned Count Von Roo into the huddled lump of black on the floor between them. He seemed a bit surprised, though he hid it well.

Gaelan's habit of silence finally won out. The unicorn satisfied himself with a nod and a tip on his hat brim in salute, which was returned. As he left, Gaelan wondered what he would have done if the vampire's victim had actually been... normal... instead of another vampire. Ah, well.

Gaelan bent over his now silent and motionless enemy. There was no way that even those weapons that he had seen should produce such an effect on a vampire as mighty as Von Roo. His sensitive nostrils caught the whiff of a powerful light magic, and he backed off, choking at its presence. Well that explained that.

Gaelan spent a minute composing himself mentally. There'd been too many surprises lately, too many things to upset his routine. And routine, even if it was dreary and soul-crushing, was often the only thing that kept him going when there was no other cause. One existed...

On the other hand, did Count Von Roo still exist? He didn't know. He wasn't sure he cared...

by Scriptfox

Written on January 6th, 2003 at 07:06 AM

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