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[ sweatdrop Night]

A heavily clothed figure wandered into yet another panicking city. Luckily, this one was becoming so far gone that he wasn't investigated much at the gate. That might have ended tragically. Edging along buildings while dodging elbows and shoulders, the young vampire tried to stay in the shadows. He felt safer there, more in control. Though, it brought back the hunger... He had to actively prevent himself from staring at the necks of those that rushed by. Causing a scene would be fatal; he would have to feed later.
Agitated at his lack of a decent meal in the past week, he almost didn't notice one of the city militia heading toward him. Startled, he ducked into an alleyway and watched the armored man pass. Mentally berating himself, the boy peeked back out into the street. The guard had no reason to be suspicious of him. At least, he hadn't before Linn had fled, had he noticed. Sighing, he reminded himself that it would be hard to see his condition. The fact that he wasn't on fire gave enough evidence towards that. It meant the sun was away...
Shaking himself from his thoughts, he reintegrated himself into the hustle and bustle of the city. It wasn't that hard- the people were in a rush to arm themselves against the coming threat. Nobody was sure whether the mage was actually back, but messengers had reported that a city had simply vanished. Either way, the chaos would either sort itself out eventually... or eat away at the city's organization until it collapsed into itself, as had most of the others Linn had been to previously. He'd either been chased out once people realized what he was, or those around him had simply ceased to be. He grinned to himself, spotting a likely candidate for his next meal. Relying on years of experience, he effectively disappeared into the crowd, silently stalking the small figure: Following, watching... and waiting for it to stray just far enough from sight...

[Inside the Private Chambers]
"M'lady, we are so very sorry for this, we are preparing a new carriage for you right away." Explained the man bowing apologetically over and over. "It's quite alright, sir. I'm just glad I get to take a rest from that hot carriage." sighed a woman. Fanning herself with her hand, she sat down onto the bed, she looked around her and then at the messenger again,"I'm alright, sir, You may leave." Raising his head from one last bow, the servant scurried off closing the door behind him.

Standing up and looking out the window, she thought back to what made her get stranded here anyways. Though it wasn't like it was a bad thing, in fact it was one of the better moments in her trip. She didn't want to have to go out that soon again, not after encountering that thing.

[Flashback to 1 day ago-Last night.]
The carriage rocked back and forth violently and Nelenna thought to herself,

Shouldn't this road be flatter than this? Why has it gotten so rough?

Looking out the left opening in the carriage, she could only spot the dull fire coming from the lantern. She wondered how the driver could see where they were going. "Please M'lady, keep your head inside." The knight beside her calmly told her.
"Oh, Renault, you're simply no fun. If I wish to take a look at our driver, I shall, it is not as if he is completely disquieting. I'd rather like to know how he likes it driving those horses."
"But, M'lady-"
"Shh, Renault." She quietly whispered, placing her hand delicately on his shoulder,"I didn't mean it." She smiled gently and placed her hands back into her lap. She knew he didn't mean the driver, but she teased him anyways.
Suddenly, The carriage stopped abruptly, and shook violently. The horses whinnied nervously, and a muffled scream was heard. Sir Renault looked back a M'lady and quietly said,"Please, for your safety, stay here." Before Nelenna could say anything he jumped out of the carriage gripping his hilt.
Nelenna raised her hand but could not get a word out. For what seemed like minutes she waited for his return. Again the carriage rocked violently, but instead it completely fell over, there was no sound heard from the horses. As Nelenna picked up her hat and opened up the door, an unfamiliar voice called out to her, "Well, well. What do I have here?"
Looking out from her position in the carriage, she saw a faint red glow from the driver's seat of the carriage.
"Well, I'm glad I've captured such a worthy.." the words hung in the air, as if searching for something then finished by grimacing a bloody smile,"..Prize." A cackle was heard then another loud thump as the creature jumped onto the top of the carriage, near where Nelenna was standing.
She screamed and ducked back in, cowering near the seat.
"Now, now, we'll have plenty of fun with you. Won't we?" A pale hand reached down into the cabin, but abruptly stopped. Blood dripped down the hand slowly, touching each of the fingertips and falling off to adorn Nelenna with a crimson ring of blood on her cheek.
"Run M'lady!" Called out Sir Renault from behind the creature.
Nelenna looked back up, the pale moonlight revealing the true monster attacking them, a vampire. It hung it's head low, calmly drifting like it was asleep. As she began to get up Si Renault threw the body out of the way and pulled her out of the carriage.
"I found one of the horses. Quick, while we can-let's get you to Lemvyrn." The knight explained, searching around as if he was looking for more.
As Nelenna scrambled to get on top of the horse, Renault grabbed the steed with his left hand ready to mount, when the dead didn't decide to stay dead. Pulling its hand from inside his chest, the vampire simply just smiled at Renault.
"Go.. Nelenna." Renault whispered slapping the horse.
As the horse ducked behind a group of trees Nelenna looked back to see glint of Renault's sword raised high in the air...

[Forward to Present]
Nelenna lifted a small patch of her clothes to pull out a small cross that had been tied to her skirt...
"Renault.."

[Off for the night. Good Night.]

Linn smiled and drew his cloak about himself, once again shielding his face from the sun.
Wiping his mouth with his sleeve, he left an abnormally pale corpse for the guards to deal with. He was sure they'd find somewhere to put it; mass graves seemed to be more common since the world went to hell.
How appropriate.
Much calmer with his hunger slated, the boy slid through the crowd, taking it all in. He didn't like the whole sunlight thing, but he rather enjoyed his newfound awareness. It made it easier to know exactly what was going on, which in turn made it easier to survive.
With that in mind, he skirted a group of what seemed to be town guards rushing towards where he left his victim. Best to get far away, now. Very far.
He jogged toward one of the gates, only avoiding suspicion because everyone was in too much of a hurry themselves to wonder why he was running.
Linn glanced up and smiled once more, before slipping back into the mass of people that surrounded him. He'd go away for a while... But not for too long.
Night came soon.

Slate carted a bag from the "storage area," if you could actually call a cellar a storage room. At least it kept the bodies cool, making his job a lot less nausiating. The cart stopped about a foot from the hole he had recently dug. Any closer and he would pull the bag out and fall in with it. He shifted the weight of the sack into his arms, taking great care for the person inside. He never really wanted to do this, even if the job paid well. About two gold pieces and ten shillings every Sabbath or so. Not bad by any standards. Yet, the thought of rigning that wretched bell every morning, crying to the city folk to bring out their dead, made him grimace as if tasting a bitter, if not rotten, lemon. He heaved the bag down into the hole, it fitting rather nicely. The sun had begun to set... when the bag began to move. Vampire. Slate thought, instantly crossing himself, as the old folk in Derascaithe had done when Slate had spoken of the Bad Lands. Then the bag was still. Was it only his imagination running rampant? Likely. Yet still... he quickly picked up the grave marker- a crucifix, no less- and uttered a short prayer unto the God who claimed this symbol holy, and having done so, quickly dropped it in after the body. He took the shovel and began to bury the body. Nevermind what Grave had said, about taking the rest. He wanted to make sure this abomination stayed in the ground, and by his own hand. It's only folklore. Vampires cannot turn humans into vampires. It's illogical, his mind squabbled. He crushed the rational voice, shoveling as much dirt as possible within the hole.

He filled the hole to about four feet before slowing down and taking a deep breath. He grabbed another grave marker and blessed it as well, reminding himself to have both markers taken from his pay. He dropped the second one down, similar to the first, and quickly finished his work. He grabbed a third marker from the cart, this time using it for a headstone, like it was supposed to. He did not speak to the boss before leaving, he was startled bad enough as it was. He hurried into the gates, having to show his pass. Apparently something had happened recently and they had to tighten security. Slate couldn't blame them all that much. The first thing he sought out was a tavern with a long-necked bottle that had his name written upon it, all the while chanting prayers in a foreign tongue, known in the scriptures of Mannai as Inglesh. Apparently the God of the crucifix was also the God of the Inglesh folk, whatever tribe they may be, or may have been.

((If you see any problems with this, just post it and I'll edit it. 3nodding ))

Gerard woke up a little late for him, it was two in the afternoon. This was, however, a prime time to get some money for lunch. This was the time all the pompus nobles sent their careless servants into town with fat sacks of gold. They were too good to risk themselves, they would much rather have their servants hurt or worse, than have themselves afflicted. He walked outside, it wasn't a bad nor good day. It was a bit hot for him, he adored the cold. He drew his dagger, but kept it concealed by placing his hands in his pockets. He saw a particularly nicely dressed man. He bumped into the the man, cutting his purse and catcing it in one swift movement. He pulled the satchel into his pocket, then apologised to the man. The man shook his head in dismissal then continued to look at goods, completly oblivious to what just happened. This is just too easy., Gerard thought. He walked into an alley to check the purse. As expected, it was filled with gold. He smiled at a job well done, this would feed him for a week. He walked out of the alley, looking around for guards. It would be trouble when the man found himself light one satchel of gold. Gerard began browsing for breakfast, a mango seemed good today. He saw a particularly ripe piece of fruit. Perfect., he thought as he picked it up. He paid the merchant the one silver that it cost and took a bite of the supple fruit. It was sweet and delicious. He finished his breakfast and decided it would be a good day for a walk away from the marketplace, since the guards were now approaching him. He took off, the guards on his tail. He jumped through a window into a house, it was empty. He ran upstairs, the guards broke down the door and chased him. He jumped through another window onto the rooftop of the house next door, just barely making it. The guards jumped as well, but their armor was too heavy, they fell to the ground. Gerard sighed a breath of relief, he was safe for the moment. He waited there for a few hours, until the guards forgot about him. It was late, he needed a place to sleep. He didn't want to risk going back into the home he had slept in before, the family was more than likely home now. He jumped down off the roof, now sneaking through the alleys, looking for an empty house. Everyone is home! Dammit! I need a place to sleep and there is no soft grass anywhere near here. This is great, I'm not even allowed in the inns anymore, to many nights stayed for free. He thought to himself. He saw that he could go no further, he had approached the wall to the noble area. There were guards all over the place around the wall, it would be hard to get in. Oh, there is the perfect spot, though... He said looking at a small park out of the corner of the gate. He looked for a way in, it seemed impregnable. He tried walking up to the gate, the most obvious way in.
The guard asked him, "Are you a servant? What are you doing out so late?"
Gerard answered, "I am sorry sir, I must return to my master, he may need my assistance."
"Then get going, make it quick, I am not supposed to do this but I will make an exception this once." The guard said. He opened the gate, unlocking the lock placed on it.
Gerard ran in, going for the park. He sighed for relief and closed his eyes, it had worked. He opened his eyes, there was a girl standing there. "Umm, hello. What are you doing out here?" He asked her, almost seeming rude. He just wanted to sleep, this girl messed up those plans. He wasn' tgoing to lay down on a bench with her there, she would pity him and he didn't want that.

((Ok, I understand. I will try to do so in the future. Would you like me to edit my post?))