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Hello, again.
This is the second part of a two part post.
This is a Castlevania
fanfiction, based on both Castlevania: Symphony of the Night and Castlevania:
Lament of Innocence. Neither of
these games belongs to me, nor do any of the characters appearing in them. Unless someone up at Konami is reading this
and wants to make me a birthday present.
Which is, to say the least, unlikely.
This fanfiction contains yaoi/mslash. If this offends you, please read no
further. This chapter contains mention
of more rape, semi-consentual sex, and vampirism. It�s a lot tamer than the last part. I hope that doesn�t disappoint anyone.
I welcome any comments, criticisms, or questions;
please feel free to email me or leave a review.

Death Interrupted

Chapter 2:
Demon of Mercy

Leon woke suddenly at a draft brushing across his
face, setting his hair to tickling his nose.
He sat up quickly, the words of the basic vampiric spell he�d spent all
day practicing already on his tongue.
Warm fingers placed gently on his lips halted it though, and Leon found
himself gazing into a familiar face.
Leon scrambled about in his memory, trying to figure
out who this man was, what he was, and whether he was dangerous. He was obviously a Vampire�his skin was too
fair for a human and his eyes glowed faintly red-pink in the dimness of Leon�s
bedroom. The strange Vampire had
shoulder length silver hair, and a slim, elegant face. His ears were slightly pointed after the
manner of older Vampires, and he wore high quality blue and silver silks. He looked a smidge underfed, but he was
quite well put together.
Attractive.
This Vampire was easily as attractive as Mathias, but where Mathias was
dark and obviously bloody-minded, this Vampire was bright and exuded a casual
air of grace and refinement.
Joachim, the name jumped from memory. Joachim Armster.
�Lord Armster,� Leon greeted, wearily following the
rules of etiquette Mathias was bent on him learning and following. �Welcome to our humble home. I am unaware of your business here�shall I
call a servant to take you to my Sire?�
Joachim stared at him, then shook his head. �No, thank you, young one.� His eyes studied Leon carefully, before
rising to meet Leon�s own. �So it is
true, then? He has managed to bring you
back from your resting place and made you his Childe?�
Leon nodded.
�Yes, sir.�
Joachim gave him a faint stare of disbelief. �You say, �yes, sir� as though we spoke of
the weather or some other such triviality!
Do you not realize? He has
brought you back from the dead!�
Leon frowned.
The vague memories he had of Joachim�s identity suggested him to be in
possession of most of his mental faculties. �Of course, Lord. I was
under the impression that all Vampires rise from death.�
Joachim shook his head. �No, you do not understand.
A Vampire turns a human into another Vampire by biting him, taking his
blood, and giving him Sire-blood in return.
A Vampire�s victim must be alive at the time of the bite. You, vampire hunter, were seven hundred
years in your grave when you were turned.
Somehow, he has returned your soul to this plane, and your body to good
condition. A supposedly impossible
feat.�
Leon frowned.
�Is that why I am�faulty?�
Joachim frowned slightly, a strange look in his
eyes. �Faulty? How are you faulty, Belmont?�
Leon shuddered at the use of his last name. He�d forgotten it. �Because I don�t remember.
Like just now, you called me �Belmont,� and that was when I remembered I
have a last name, and that that was it.
I know your name, but all else is vague. Did we fight once? I
think so, but there is more, and I know not what it is. And I am always ill.�
Joachim frowned more deeply. �Surely, your master has told you that fugue
and weakness are common after the change.�
Leon snarled, lunging to his feet and sending
Joachim skipping several paces back.
�He is my Sire, not my master!
He will never master me!
I will not let him.� Leon felt
his feet go from under him as his weakness caught up to him. Joachim was there when he fell, though;
caught him with the greatest of ease.
�Shh, shh.
Sit back down, Childe. There,
relax.� Leon allowed Joachim to settle
him comfortably against the pillows.
Joachim studied him a few moments.
�How old are you, Childe? As a
Vampire.�
Leon shrugged.
�I don�t know. I tried counting
the days after�well, when I first came to myself. But�I keep losing time, losing track of what time of day it
is�part of the illness, I think. And I
have no way of knowing how long I was out after he�turned me.�
�Did you not ask?�
�I did, but he said only that he would tell me when
I was ready to know.�
Joachim frowned.
�And you still take his blood daily?�
��yes. He
says I will starve without it. I wish
to die staring into the sun again, not shriveling slowly in a dank old castle.�
Joachim petted his hair as Mathias so often did, but
from him it felt comforting, not like an evil parody designed to break him to
his Sire�s will. �Little one, most
Childer are fed daily from their Sires until they are a month old. A very well loved Childe may be fed for
three months. After that, it is
difficult for a Sire to maintain that amount of blood giving, and the Childe is
weaned until he no longer needs his Sire�s blood. After that, Sire�s blood is a reward for his Childer, or a gift.�
Leon pulled his knees up to his chest. �He says he loves me; I have never hated so
passionately in my life.�
Joachim smiled slightly. �I know exactly how you feel.�
Leon sighed and leaned his head on his knees. �The worst part is that he can order me to
do anything and I do it. I can�t stop
myself.�
�You will always find you carry a desire to obey and
please your Sire, at least so long as he lives. Once you come fully to yourself, about the time your Sire weans
you, you will find this desire weakens over time from a compulsion to obey, to
a gentle suggestion.�
Leon sighed in relief. �Thank God. It won�t be
like this forever.�
�What does he make you do?�
Leon blushed brightly�quite a feat for a
Vampire. �Mostly, it isn�t so bad. If I strain myself he orders me to rest. He orders me to feed sometimes, too. But whenever I feed�and some other times as
well�he makes me�do things. In bed. We were lovers once, and best friends. Now I can�t bear to have him touch me. But he always does. I tell myself it isn�t my fault�that I told
him �no,� and that I do not truly enjoy it. But when he bites me it is�oh, it�s too good, and I hate it.�
Joachim looked furious. �He takes you unwilling to bed?
The unmitigated bastard!�
Leon bit down on the instant reflex to defend his
Sire. After all, Joachim was simply
voicing what he himself felt beneath his confusion.
Joachim petted his hair again. �Poor Childe. This is not something that anyone should have forced on them, and
certainly not you. You were in your
grave, died young, and undoubtedly slept the sleep of the righteous, and he had
the gall to drag you back from that place and subject you to this! Ah, that I was more powerful! I would fight him for you and take you from
here.�
Leon shuddered and looked into Joachim�s face. �But, would I not die? Without his blood�?�
Joachim shook his head. �No. I would bite you,
drain you myself, and feed you with my own blood. I would become your Sire as well as him. Though, as he would no longer exist on this
plane, I would have sole claim.�
For the first time since he woke up, Leon felt the
despair lift from his chest and hope warm his dead heart. �Can you not do it anyway? What stops you from taking me?�
Joachim looked levelly at him. �I am not strong enough to best him in battle. I am a great deal older than he is, but I
have always had average strength for my age, whereas he is strong for any
age. And were I to bite you without
defeating him first, he would feel it through the Sire-Childe bond you
share. He would come for us before I
could drain you.�
Leon�s mind was flying. �You have merely to take the last of my blood, correct?�
Joachim frowned.
�Yes.�
�And would he feel it if I left here?�
Joachim�s frown deepened. �Usually, a Childe can travel up to a day from his Sire before
the bond is pulled taut enough to alert the Sire. With a beloved Childe, it can be somewhat less. Where are you going with this, Belmont?�
Leon gazed at Joachim. �You could take me from here, best with a carriage or something
else that moves, so even as he becomes aware I am gone, we continue to move
away. And I�I could slash my wrists, my
throat, and bleed as much as I can.
Then you can continue it, turn me to you. Make me yours.�
Joachim shuddered.
�A good plan, Belmont, but so very dangerous. Are you sure you would want to anger your Sire so? We would never be safe. You must know, this holds danger for both of
us. If I turn you to me, you will be
weak as a kitten once more, as you were in the days you do not remember with
your current Sire. I could hurt you,
were I so inclined. He could hurt you,
if he catches up with us and gets through me.
He could turn you back, and he will attempt to kill me. But I am willing to risk this for you.�
Joachim hung his head, hiding his luminous eyes
behind his silver hair. �You died
suddenly, which was fortunate for me, because I would have felt obligated to
offer to turn you, had I had warning.
Now that you are irrevocably one of us, I would be glad to help you from
a Sire who hurts you at every turn.�
Leon smiled.
�You would have one thing he never had, My Lord. I would go willing to you, to serve you and
fight for you. Even, if you wish,� here
Leon flushed and averted his eyes, �to your bed. The monster wearing my old friend�s face has never had that.�
Joachim studied him, then stood. �I will do this thing for you, Hunter. But it will take preparation, so I must
leave you to your current Sire, for now.�
One of Joachim�s long, elegant hands caught Leon�s face as he turned it
away, feeling abandoned. �Be strong in
the nights to come, Childe. Take what
strength you can from your Sire�it will work for us when we fly from here. I will come for you shortly.�
Joachim strode quickly to the dark window and leapt
lightly upon the sill. He plunged into
the darkness outside without a backward glance.
Leon struggled across the cold stretch of floor and
crawled up into the chair beside the window to stare into the dark into which
his last hope had vanished. He was
still sitting there when Mathias came in.
�What are you doing?!� he bellowed and slammed the
shutters shut. �Dawn is coming and it�s
early spring and cold! Do you want to
die?�
Leon shivered, hunkering down in his chair. �I�m just sick of being confined. I had barely strength enough to get here
from the bed, and not the strength to get back, but I can�t stand being stuck
here. I can�t remember an idle day of
my life!�
Mathias smiled tenderly and scooped him up, strong
arms cradling him back to the plush bed.
�Ah, my dear, beautiful, restless Leon. You have ever been a restless spirit. Always looking for yet another adventure, the next challenge on
the horizon. It is endearing�and
frustrating to those who seek your well-being.
My poor sweet thing. Soon enough
you will be strong enough to walk about�I look forward to seeing you striding
under the moon, its light in your hair, and caressing your skin! In the meantime, you must be very sure not
to catch cold.�
Mathias stroked his brow in a form of perverted
tenderness, and Leon decided to feign the slow slip into the illness, with
which he had become so familiar. It
always started slowly, so Leon shivered his muscles again�easily dismissed as
the lingering chill from sitting by the window so long. Mathias sighed.
�Poor Leon.
You really must stop opening the windows. Stone walls are good for warding off enemies, but equally good at
holding a chill. Servant!� he called,
turning his head toward the door. A
timid looking lesser demon appeared.
�Another log for the fire and some warm wine.� The servant bowed and scurried away.
Mathias looked at him, scrutinizing him for several
long minutes. �I know this is how you
try to assert yourself, my pet. I know
you of all people hate feeling constrained.
However, you must stop doing this to yourself. What you are now is what you will ever be. Chilling yourself will only slow your
growth, and I intend for you to be the strongest Fledgling in the land, so you
may stand at my side with pride.�
Leon shuddered again, this time only half feigning
it. Mathias lowered his face to his,
speaking with intensity.
�I know you hate what I caused to happen to you and
to Sara. I know you vowed your
bloodline to the eradication of vampires out of that hatred. But I do not think you hate me. We were friends too long and shared too
much, and now I am your Sire! I treat
you well, do I not? You are never
wanting for blood, or warmth, or books to read, or companionship when you
desire it. I do not understand why you
fight so hard, when we could be so happy together.� The dark-haired man stroked his cheek with almost nauseating
sweetness, and Leon forced himself to lean veeeeeery slightly into the caress
with another �suppressed� shiver.
Mathias jerked back as though struck, and Leon had
to force a slightly dazed expression onto his face. �Mathias�?�
The vampire studied him for several long moments and
Leon met his stare levelly. Just as the
older man turned away, almost ready to dismiss it, Leon shivered another tiny
shiver. Mathias snapped around to face
him, having caught the movement in his peripheral vision. His hands came down like steel clamps on
Leon�s shoulders, making the ex-hunter gasp.
�Damnit, Leon.
Look what you�ve done! You�ve
chilled yourself into a relapse. You
cannot keep doing this. I need you
strong and alert, not bedridden and miserable.�
Leon allowed his temper a little spark, knowing it
was in character for him at this stage of relapse. �Well sorry! It�s
not like I meant to do it!� Just as
quickly, he turned on the waterworks.
�I really, really didn�t�� he snuffled.
Mathias took him into his arms, looking contrite.
�There, now, Leon.
All�s well, or will be soon. I
know you don�t mean it. You just scare
me. You�ve been so sick, and no one can
tell me exactly what�s wrong with you.
Then you go and do something so foolish as opening the window and
sitting out without even a light blanket��
�I�I�m sorry.
I just�I�m so sick of being sick, and weak, and I just needed some air,
but I was so tired, but I couldn�t sleep��
Mathias cuddled him, and Leon had to hide his
instinctive tensing to strike the bastard in the face behind a sudden
convulsive shudder. He allowed his
tears of helpless fury to fall as he trembled with rage. Mathias mistook it for weakness, as Leon
knew he would, and comforted him.
�It will be fine, my sweet. You rest and feed and recover your
strength.�
Now came the moment, sooner than Leon had
hoped. He judged his �condition� to
have barely gotten to the stage where he would ask for what he knew would help. Not so far along to just openly ask for it,
but perhaps a few stumbling hints�
�S-sire, I��
Mathias pulled back from him, smiling into his face, while Leon took
great pains to make his eyes appear glazed.
�Yes, Childe?�
Leon shuddered and clasped close the memory of
Joachim calling him that, using it to fuel him in this distasteful task.
�I�I am�hungry?�
Mathias grinned playfully, baring fangs Leon wished
to tear out by the roots. �Shall I then
call a servant, sweet?�
Leon shook his head. �N-no! I�I mean� I am hungry, Sire, and,� he ducked
his head as if in shame. �I really
didn�t mean to sit by the window so long.
Please, I�ve�I�ve been good, have I not?�
Mathias smiled at him. �Yes, you�ve been a good pet.
I am pleased with your progress in manners and etiquette. And your spells are progressing
smoothly. Perhaps I simply let you
expend too much energy. Your illness
may be partially my fault.�
Leon pressed against him, willing a little blood
into his face for the very slight flush of the newly fed, or the very ill
Vampire. �Please�?� He whispered this last weakly, allowing his
full weight to sag in Mathias�s grip.
The dark Vampire pushed him backward on the bed and
stood back to remove his clothes�bed always meant sex, but sex always meant feeding. To be strong enough to escape with Joachim,
he would have to endure the sex and hoard the strength the blood gave him. Even if he had no plans, he would have been
forced to endure, so he had no qualms suffering the monster�s touch for a
purpose. The difficulty would be in
getting the proper blend of need, confusion, and resistance to convince his
�Sire� of the veracity of the performance.
Resistance would be easy, oh so easy.
Need�well, he could simulate it well enough until Mathias bit him, which
never failed to ignite longing in his blood and bones. Only confusion would be completely faked; he
knew exactly what was happening, and he was playing the situation for all it
was worth.
When it was done, and he was pretending exhausted
sleep as Mathias dressed and left, Leon reflected on how easy it was to fake
with Mathias. The man saw very little
these days beyond what he wanted to see, and seemed perfectly willing to allow
Leon to drink his fill during his �illness.�
While he was never stingy about Sire-blood�after all, Leon was his
favored Childe�now he had let Leon drink until they were both dizzy. When the strength he gained from that blood
was set beside the agony of laying beneath Mathias�s plundering body, Leon had
to admit, if only to himself, that it was worth it.
Now, staring at the heavy drapes pulled against even
the faintest chance of sunlight in his north-facing room, Leon allowed himself
to slip into daydreams of freedom. He
wondered how Joachim would be as a Sire, and if he�d have any fellow Childer or
Fledglings. He knew they would be
hunted forever, but any existence was better than this. And Joachim had already given his word he
would not hurt him. What sort of lover
was the pale Vampire? Could it be as
good as it had once been in life to hold another in his arms and give of
himself?
It was in this drowsy, contented state that
Mathias�s mind found his, checking the bond as he always did just before
dawn. No images or distinct thoughts
could be sent over such a bond, but he could pick up feelings, and what he felt
pleased him. Leon may have been ill,
but he�d obviously enjoyed the night on some level. He�d been, if anything, a little stiff in his responses tonight,
but all of those reactions had been true to Leon�s usual form. He still felt the need to resist a bit, but
Mathias felt he would soon give in.
After all, he felt content�almost happy�right now, and a little flutter
of hope brushed over their link.
Mathias sent the empathic equivalent of a goodnight kiss.
In his bed, feeling the sleepiness of daytime settle
over his body, Leon pretended the kiss came from a silver-haired beauty, behind
whose chill fa�ade lurked surprising compassion and moral conviction.
Miles away, that same silver-haired beauty worked
feverishly to get everything prepared for the foolish act his honor drove him
inexorably toward.

*

Leon sighed, curling into a ball on the bed, trying
to ignore the pleasurable throbbing of his healing anus. In all the time he�d been a Vampire, he
could not remember one instance in which Mathias had been truly gentle during
sex. Sometimes his hands were gentle,
or his kisses, but he always entered dry and forcefully. Further, because Leon was now a Vampire, and
blood was so precious to his body, he didn�t even bleed a whole lot to ease the
way.
He wondered when Joachim would come.
Surely, it could not be healthy to pin all his hopes
and his sanity on one Vampire he was pretty sure had been an enemy once. Especially not one who admitted that he was
nowhere near as strong as Leon�s current Sire.
Still, Joachim was Leon�s one hope, and he was getting fidgety waiting
for the older Vampire to come. Sure,
Joachim had said to �be strong in the days ahead,� but it had become almost a
week, and Leon�s mind was running through lists of things that could have
happened to delay him, things that could go wrong.
The worst was when he thought it had been an
elaborate ruse on Mathias�s part to secure his cooperation. Was Mathias laughing at him every time he
submitted to his ministrations, in the vain hope he could escape?
That thought never failed to make him shudder. However, at this very moment, he realized
his shudder was real�the window was open.
�Belmont.�
Leon jumped and bolted upright in bed. He�d been staring right at the window�how
the hell had he missed Joachim entering through it? The silver-haired Vampire drew close, brushing hair from his
face.
�Are you ready to go?�
Leon jolted out of bed so quickly he stumbled on the
way to the wardrobe. He drew out the
clothes he�d set aside in the back just for this�soft black close-fitting
trousers and shirt, a dark green tunic, and a misty grey over-robe with
matching cloak. The clothes were not
quite the colors he would have preferred, and far too fine to be sneaking around
in, but they were the best he had. He
couldn�t exactly ask for a full set of outdoor clothes, when he was only
allowed outside onto his Sire�s balcony or the terrace garden.
As he was preparing to dress, a hard hand clamped
down on his wrist. Leon yelped, lashing
out. Now that he was so close to
freedom, he couldn�t go back. Even if
he stood no chance, he would fight�maybe he�d at least startle the other and he
could take a running leap through the window.
Day was coming, so without shelter he would die, but at least he could
watch one last sunrise.
�Belmont!�
Joachim�s voice cut through his panic, and he stilled.
�Oh, sorry.
I�thought we�d been discovered.
Sorry.� Joachim�s pale eyes
peered down into his face, concerned.
�Are you all right?�
Leon frowned.
�Why would I not?�
Joachim indicated Leon�s still bare thighs. �For a Vampire, that�s a lot of blood.�
Leon looked down and blushed faintly. �I�I usually haven�t the energy to clean up
until morning�night? Whatever.�
Joachim looked uncomfortable, and turned to glide
into the washroom. He came back with a
washrag soaked in warm water. He sat
Leon down on the edge of the bed and carefully cleaned him. Leon was embarrassed the whole time by the
attention being given to his sticky skin.
He gasped when the Vampire�s ministrations trailed up from his thighs to
his buttocks, but leaned back to give the other more access. He shuddered and fought arousal when the
old, soft cloth washed over his entrance.
Finally, Joachim was done and motioned for Leon to
dress while he disposed of the rag.
Leon slid into the soft clothes, pulling on the charcoal colored boots
and gloves last, before bundling into his cloak. Joachim came out of the washroom and stopped, gazing at him. Leon flushed again and averted his eyes when
he detected the tinge of desire in the older Vampire�s gaze. Joachim glided over, a small smile on his
face as he tipped Leon�s chin up.
�You look lovely, Leon.� Leon shuddered. He had
never heard Joachim use his given name.
It sounded wonderful.
�Thank you, My Lord.�
Joachim smiled a little more widely, and bent to
place a chaste kiss upon Leon�s cheek.
Then he straightened and smoothed the smile from his face. He pressed something into Leon�s hands. �Here.
I know you�ve some skill with a whip, but it was easier to obtain a
sword.�
Leon hefted the long sword in his hands. It was surprisingly light, and he thought
that was due to his new Vampiric strength.
He�d not yet been allowed weapons, and he knew he was going to fight
stupidly for a while until he learned his strength and speed, but he was happy
to have some way to defend himself. He
drew the weapon, checked the blade, felt for the balance, then resheathed it. He smiled at Joachim.
�It is a fine sword. We are fortunate I have some skill with swords, as well, having
been a knight. What�s this?� he asked,
holding up the small, thick-walled vial Joachim had passed him with the sword.
Joachim helped him to buckle the sword belt as he
explained. �Poison. Specifically, poison for Vampires. It contains just about what you might
expect�silver, holy water, and garlic extract.
It�s a desperation measure, in case you think you need it. It kills very painfully, but there�s really
no way to stop it once it�s been taken.�
Leon met his eyes seriously. �Thank you, My Lord.�
Joachim shook his head. �Please, Joachim is sufficient.
Now, have you everything you need?�
Leon shrugged.
�I have clothing, a sword, and soon enough a Sire. What else could I need?�
�That should be all. So if you are prepared, we will go.�
�Wait. Let
us sit here a minute. Mathias usually
checks the link around this time. I
should seem appropriately drowsy, a little content, a little agitated�� Leon
focused on those feelings. Dawn�s
approach was making him drowsy, Joachim calmed him, and the desire to be away
unsettled him. He wasn�t surprised to
feel Mathias prod his mind within moments�the man had grown too
predictable. It ended with the usual
mental kiss, the one Leon always turned from, and he flinched as usual, feeling
Mathias�s amusement at his resistance.
Leon looked back to Joachim. �It is done. Let�s go. Assuming we are
leaving so close to dawn?�
Joachim nodded.
�What better time to get a head start than in the daylight hours? If it takes nearly a day for you to be
missed, your old Sire will have no time to come after us tomorrow. He will have to wait for carriages to be
equipped to ward off the sun�he will probably have servants do that during the
day, and set after us the night after next.�
�Nearly a day-and-a-half lead. And everyone expects me to be with someone
else when I�m not with them. If not
with the etiquette teacher, with the spell caster; if not with her, then with
the librarian; if not with him, with Mathias; if not with him, in bed. It may well be nearly the whole night before
I am missed.�
Joachim nodded in satisfaction. �Good.
Then hold tight to me.� Leon
gasped as the Vampire picked him up, wrapping his arms around the slim man�s
neck out of reflex. Then Joachim strode
to the window, maneuvered them through it, and jumped from the height. Leon clamped his teeth around a scream that
would have alerted everyone in the castle that something was not right. They plunged downward into the darkness, the
wind howling in Leon�s ears, the chill air biting his cheeks through several
stories of falling.
Joachim�s feet touched the ground with a very soft
sound, the Vampire himself voicing only a very low grunt. He swung Leon to his feet, clasping his
hand.
�This way,� he whispered, leading him into the dark
woods surrounding the castle. They ran
for what had to be several miles, Leon tiring the whole while. Finally, he crashed to the ground, shivering
with weakness. Joachim stopped.
�You should surely have more strength than this.�
Leon shivered again, but struggled to his feet. �I know not what the problem is. The whole time I�ve been a Vampire, I�ve
been ill. I try to gather strength
whenever Mathias comes�� He tried to
shut out any acknowledgment of the double truth of that statement. ��But it seems to help little.�
Joachim frowned.
�We must hurry, though. I can
carry you, for a time. Recoup your
strength, Hunter. We must make the
carriage by sunrise.�
Leon found himself pressed against the silver-haired
Vampire�s back as he was carried at great speed through the wood. He tried to focus on the ball of energy he�d
been gathering, feeding it to his heavy limbs and aching chest. Immediately, he felt better. Seeming to sense this, Joachim put him down,
and they once again ran side-by-side.
It seemed vaguely strange to Leon to see Joachim running, but he didn�t
know why, and now was not the time to ask.
He could feel the closeness of the sun to the
horizon. The dense forest would give
them a few minutes more shelter from its deadly rays, but Leon was a Childe,
and Childer shut down at dawn. Only
older Vampires could be awake in the daytime.
Joachim was old enough he could probably be awake and alert at any hour,
but if Leon couldn�t run, they were both likely to be caught in the open. And while that was not such a terrible
thought for Leon, he did not wish for Joachim�s honor to be repaid in pain and
probable death.
Just as Leon began to think it hopeless, a rugged
looking, closed carriage came into view.
Four fine strong horses were harnessed to it, and a team of lesser
demon�and even human!�servants serviced it.
Around the carriage and its team were a number of other demons standing
around or mounted on more sturdy horses.
All, including the carriage team, were armed well and lightly armored.
One of the carriage men�surprisingly a human�opened
the carriage door. �Master
Joachim! Please hurry!�
Joachim instead picked Leon up by the back of his
cloak and tossed him through the open door.
Leon yelped in shock as he sailed through the air to land on an array of
soft cushions. Joachim catapulted in
after him, the door slamming heavily shut behind him. The inside of the carriage was pitch black and extremely
comfortable. Muscles trembling from the
unaccustomed exercise, Leon gratefully reclined in the softness, even as the
carriage gave a great lurch and got into motion. It was very quiet inside, little of the noise of their traveling
group filtering in.
Joachim�s arms appeared from nowhere, settling
around his body and bringing a thick blanket with them. Leon stiffened, then relaxed into the loose
embrace. Joachim placed a gentle kiss
in his hair.
�Go to sleep, Leon.
For now we are safe enough.�
Leon shifted to rest his cheek on the other
Vampire�s chest and floated away on the tide of rising exhaustion.
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Death Interrupted

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