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A door opened and the setting sunlight streamed in. A man in a black cloak stepped through and shut the door cutting off the light and leaving the room in darkness. With a shake of his head the hood of the cloak fell and the man slowly scanned the room, his vision penitrating the darkness.

The room was a discarded mess. Tables can chairs thrown about from a scuffle long since past; as told by the layer of dust that had settled on them. His eyes fell onto an overturned table, someone was hiding behind it. A blade dropped from the right sleave of the the man's cloak. In a blur of movement the man rushed at the table and with one swing sliced it in half. The person behind it jumped away and started to run for the door, screaming something about not wanting to die.

As the cloaked man stood up and turned towards the fleeing person in a voice lacking feeling he simply said, "Then you should have thought about that before you decided to kill others without a cause. So now its time for you to die." The person made a break for the door. The man in the cloak raised his left arm and from the sleave a blast of energy errupted from inside the cloak, engoulfing the person and blowing away the door and part of the wall letting a flood of light from the setting sun rush in.

The light fell on the man in the cloak. Fell most the way up his chest and slowly decended as the sun fell lower. The man simply stood there watching the sun set behind the buildings as the day gave way to the night. Putting up his hood he said, "And thus another falls victum to the night. So now let us go and find the next that will stand agenst us." The blade retracted into the cloak as the man stepped forward into the night.

Ferran sighed, which seemed difficult to do in his situation, as a hand gripped tighter around his throat. But he still pulled off the task. "Now tell me, will you help me gain the throne as Lord of Vampires? As was my rightful place?" Zane questioned, lifting ferran up some more. Ferran managed to grunt slightly. "Piss off and let me go, and I might be able to talk" He gasped as the hand released him. "Fine. But will you help me? Or die here?" Zane squited down at Ferran as the boy sat back up. "Well for starters, I died a long time ago a few miles off from where we are" Ferran grunted as Zane struck him. Showing he was not in the mood for a joke. "Alright alright, jesus" Ferran said, spitting out some blood. "I'll help you and your tyrrany." He scrambled to his feet and straightened out his clothes. "So where do I head to then?"

ferran sighed kicking his feet in the dirt. He had come a long ways from where Zane was concealed. And already he felt he was near his destination. He could smell death of the dead all around him. And sure enough he came upon a small clearing in the trees and was able to see bits of Sabine's "Castle" Of sorts. "How lovely" Ferran said. "Like that helps situations. She lives in a big scary, cheap horror movie scene structure. I swear I'm not going to like being in the middle of all of this" He complained as he started to trudge off towards the Citadel.

Sabine looked down into the forest and her eyes immediately targeted Ferran. She didn't recognize him and he didn't seem threatening but it didn't get rid of her paranoia. "What does this one want...?"

as odd as it seemed, Ferran did have a feeling like he was being watched. Of course, he had that feeling all too often, but never once in front of the Vampire Queen's castle. So he took a moment to ponder how much differen't it felt, then realised he was in front of the large main entrance doors, where he pounded with his forearms, trying to get the effect that no one truly was inside. "HELLO!!" He called up the walls, even though Sabine should of been more than cabable of hearing him from where he was if he had just spoken normally.

"Jesus! What the hell happened to you?" Anja said, suprised. She grabbed the man a glass, filled it with slightly warmed blood, and set it on the bar in front of him. "I have got to stop saying Jesus!"

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Ferran thought back. "Why? It won't do any good. I doubt it would be able to replace yours, your Highness. I was sent by a man named Zane, and I know you know him. My name is Ferran, and I just came here out of curiousity. I'm an idiot, not a fighter. Now can I please come in? I'm getting rather chilly" He attempted to reply, not sure if it had worked or not. Though he had a feeling it might have done better for it not to get through. Since he might've been either denied, or killed for what he just thought.