• "A shape changer; I would never have guessed." He'd seen yellow eyes like that before, back during the dawn of the Lycan Moon Wars. This one perhaps is different. “She will live, but she will always be connected to me. That is until I DIE! She will come to me when I call.” Slowly walking backwards, staring back at the man with yellow eyes. He looked back at Scarlet with his yellow eyes; “I was assigned to protect her from birth. She's no ordinary human you know that right?” He looked back at the vampire angrily; “why have you tormented her so?” She was meant to become more than me, more than you. She has rare blood flowing through her veins. She descended from the gods and you took from her you filthy bloodsucker!” He growled knowing, that with her blood inside him he would be immortal now like her. There would be no way to kill either of them… She’d become a monster in time... He looked back down at her and she started to move a little.

    "Did any one not stop to think that this was my plan all along;" he said stopping himself from moving. "I was taken from humanity, cast out like she said. A MONSTER! I would get even, and now my revenge is complete. I killed my sire and his sire before him. I own the night and the darkness that comes with it. I just never expected the gods to torment me, not until I saw the face of the one they bestowed their gift on." He now could confirm the legend to be true. "Hunt me if you like. The plague of this earth will walk behind me and I shall inherit all." Laughing so loud, he became mist and was gone once more. Donnovan knelt down to Scarlet and sighed. He'd let her see his true form now. It was important that she knew what was going on now, and exactly who she was. Scarlet awoke and found that her energy was back. It was a quick healing process. She stood up looking to Donnovan; “who are you,” she asked confused as to what was going on. “It's me Donnovan;” he explained to her everything until she fully understood. “Scarlet, you are the only one that can do him in. The world is doomed without you.” He knelt before her. She looked to him and was a bit frightened by what she heard, but she accepted it. “So as I gave up, I must regain my quest for a new reason.”

    "Now then, where should I start;" he thought to himself. His castle will always be home, but the necessary change of living quarters was a must. "Maybe it's time to get that summer home I've been thinking about;" a sinister chuckle at his personal joke. Clapping his hand, a pair of zombies slowly walked into his chamber and began gathering his coffin and other artifacts he would require in the new home. "First I will find a nice family to house me, and then I will immerse myself into their society." Leaving the zombies to finish his request; he took to the lower crypt to rest, and plot his desires. Scarlet could feel him even as she stood there with Donnovan. “There's no way to kill a god Donnovan, we both know it. Different measures have to be taken... I'm prepared for my own hell on earth to save the planet and all who are good in it. I need you to take me to him now. He’s stationed to the east. Lets go;” she said and with that he nodded and transformed back into his beastly form, she climbed on his back and he took off in the direction she told him. Landing on one of the balconies of his palace, she got off his back. “Stay here.” She followed his aura down the stairs wondering if he knew she was coming.

    In a deep, dark slumber he was helpless to her. He'd been careless to remember, that once connect she could find him just as easy as he could breath in her location. How a tiny fragment of a dish, could shatter a lifetime of work. This sudden attack on him was totally unexpected, however; his castle was full of minions that would keep her company as she searched about for him. "Let me introduce myself, I am Lester;" he thought crawling about the ceiling above. Scarlet looked above and frowned, “I’m not here to fight your master;” she said staring at him. She wasn't carrying any weapons with her, and she folded her arms leaning against the wall. “Now wake him up if you don't want him to be unprepared for a visit, or I’ll do it myself.” She grinned knowing she had nothing to worry about when it came to an attack. Reaching about and licking his feet, Lester spat in her direction. Laughing violently, he fell into a fit of coughing, his tongue appearing to be about a foot long. "Mein master shall know your;" coughing continues. "Here, as I will do the honor of giving you a guided tour.” Licking his hands, Lester swung about the cobblestone walls like a gecko. Landing before her, he pointed a half severed finger to a landing where the stairs went down. "THIS WAY;" his voice devilish as he crawled about the floor like a spider, leading the way.

    Scarlet stepped out of the way of his spit sneering; disgusted by his display of ill manners. She watched him and followed a bit behind being careful, not wanting to get spat on. Then she looked around the place at the architectural structure as she followed him farther down, remaining silent as she did so. Lester led her down a rather long spiral staircase. Down, into the heart of it all. The castle library was before her. 80 thousand some odd books, dust free and read once. Lester crawled beneath a few of the reading tables licking the bottoms free of foul creatures. At least to him, they were foul. He brought her to an open door that led into a botanical garden of pink and black roses. A Large Weeping willow stood in the middle of the garden draping over the fountain that nourished the tree. "There, on the other side;" Lester pointed to a small gothic style building, more like a shed with good taste in architecture. "Through that door you will find the stairs leading to the depths of Dsessna!" A cruel chuckle as he laughed walking away.

    She watched the odd fellow walk away and gazed around the garden for a moment; enjoying it's beauty and knowing for sure that he couldn't be all evil if he kept such a place in his dwelling. She began walking to where the strange man had pointed, and followed it down as he had told her to. Cautiously looking around, knowing it could very well be a trap of some sort. The creaking of the old Willow tree as she stepped out into the garden. The howl of the wind. No birds chirping, not a single cricket string. The door to where she was headed opened quietly and slammed itself shut. She turned around as the door slammed not knowing why she hadn't expected it, and let it startle her. She shook her head and turned back around continuing to walk into the darkness; thanking the gods she could see, even in pitch black. It had saved her life several times before. Solace in a world of darkness. The Willow continued to creak and fountain continued to flow. Among the splashing water, two sets of eyes peered out over the rim watching her. A shadow ran across the ground in front of her. The door opened once more. Scarlet stopped and looked to the shadow watching it closely feeling a bit nervous, but not knowing why seeing as she couldn't die. But then again; there are things far worse than death. Her eyes shifted to the door once more as it opened yet again, wondering what was stalking her.

    "How are you my dear;" the voice came from behind her. Here stood a very pale, woman of no more than 3 feet. She was very pretty for being so dead. "He slumbers below, but I'm sure you've been here before;" her laughter echoing through the garden. She turned to the woman wondering who she was and if she would try to attack. ”No I’ve never been here before and I know he's sleeping... I can feel his soul is calm;” she replied looking back to the door. “Who are you?” "I am Razzle Dazzle Frizbee, Keeper of the master’s garden;" she said with great sarcasm in her voice as she twirled her pointed tail about. She seemed in thought for a bit, and then questioned Scarlet. "If you've never been here before, why go into the nightmare below? Most never go willingly. Shoooot, I didn't go willingly." She brushed some hair back from her eyes, still twirling her tail about. “Actually I can't be killed so I’m not afraid of what lurks inside, but he has already bonded me to him with his dark kiss;” she moved her hair to the side and showed her the place where he had kissed her; still fresh with blood. “I have to speak with him. It’s of the utmost importance that I do so.”

    "Well hear her talk!" Her voice still full of sarcasm. "You'd think he gone and married this one." She turned about and started walking off toward the fountain. "Charles! Rusty!" Splashing could be heard in the fountain water. "Stop staring at our guest, it's rude!" She stopped to look back over her shoulder; "be a dear and try not to mention that I haven't pruned the roses yet." Laughter erupted out of the water, sending a wave splashing over the side. She walked off, disappearing from sight around the side of the fountain. Scarlet looked over to the fountain wondering what was lurking underneath it, but decided it wasn't as important as seeing who she had come to see in the first place. She walked to the door and opened it. Walking inside she closed it behind her. A long marble stairway went down deep into the underground. Torches burned brightly. Some were burnt out, but most seem to still be burning or were recently replaced. A locking noise came from the door behind her, as a large rat ran by her left foot heading down the stairs. A cool breeze came seem to be coming from below.

    She took a deep breath and descended the staircase, shivering a little bit as the chill caught her skin. Scarlet ignored the rat knowing it could do nothing to her. As she got to the bottom of the stairs she walked through an archway then stopped taking a look around carefully. This crypt was the once proud home of Yrc the Dsessna. Nothing more then crumbles of time passing by. No discerning individual could tell you what color this place was, nor what color it is now. Ancient writing graced the walls and a single oak coffin lay closed at the back of the room. A green candle sat burning on a table close by. She smiled enjoying the rich culture of the place. It had almost felt like home to her in some strange way. She walked to the coffin and knocked on with a sly smile, then leaned against the wall beside it.