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"I'm not going!" you say.


"So be it," Haygarth says. "If you're not leaving the castle, we need your help."


"What?" you ask. 


"You need to ring the castle's alarm bell at the North-East tower. If you can ring that, you can distract the werewolves and draw them towards the North-Eastern area, so we have a chance."


"Fuck, fine. I'll get it done," you say.


"Thank you, thank you!" Haygarth says. "I must find the Twins, if they're still alive. I'll be sure to be back before you can make the journey to the bell."


"Fan-fucking-tastic," you say. "Best of luck, Haygarth. I hope we meet on the other side."


"Same to you, Samuel."


You turn, walking away from the room. You enter the hallways again, and move quickly. You can hear the roars of the beasts outside, and you wince as you hear the scraping of sharp claws on the stones outside. You take a deep breath of air, trying not to let terror cloud your judgment. Suddenly, you pause. You see the massive, wretched body of a werewolf slowly move forward through the hallway, heading perpendicular to you. Tufts of black fur cover its body, as its deformed snout looks like a pale imitation of a true wolf's, this one looking like a poor soul has had her face bashed in to create the appearance of one. It creeps along the hallways, sniffing the air.


You step back slowly, taking a sharp breath. You shouldn't be surprised that they've got in. The doors are thick, reinforced with steel and silver alike, but the werewolves were bound to get in some time. Not if the portcullis had been closed, but once they entered the courtyard, they were bound to get in. 


The beast shakes its head violently as if spasming, before sniffing the air once more. It lets out a growl, and you know it's caught your scent. There's a rotten chifferobe to your side that you could foreseeably hide in. There's also the silver-loaded gun in your hands, if you want to take it more bluntly, as well as the silver dagger you have hidden in your boot. for a quiet tactic.

You use your knife

You creep forward, dropping low as you draw your knife. Your boots leather creeks, making the slightest noise, and the wolf turns and bursts towards you. It charges towards you, barreling down the hall. It pounces before and you jab your knife, stabbing into flesh and fur. It's weight smashes you into the wall, snapping your body like a twig. You scream in pain as it swings its claw, beheading you in one foul swing.
You sprint towards the lamp, your rifle held tightly in your hands as you run towards it. Draven charges ahead with a howl, kicking your leg away as you collapse onto the ground, laughing.


"Look at you try to run! Where are you trying to run to, little one?" he asks, before his eyes flicker to Dasha who goes for the door.


Draven runs ahead with an animalistic howl, slamming her into the door. He presses the sword to her throat, before throwing into the air and catching it once more.


"Ohh... this is everything! Savor the hunt!" he says. "Go! Try escape again! Or are you in a fighting mood?"

You try for the lamp again

You run towards the lamp, as Draven realizes what you're doing, and charges forward. He grabs the lamp, opening it with the flick of his wrist and blowing out the candle. 


"Nice attempt," he says. "Now run."


You turn and run, as Draven follows. He swings his sword as you run , and the next thing you know, you feel the cold bite of steel on your neck. Your head flies through the air, and your body collapses to the straw-covered floor.
You dive out of the way, as Draven flies just past you, swinging his sword. His sword slices into the back of your neck, not enough to seriously wound but enough to hurt like a bitch. He slams into the door behind you, grunting as he spins around. He wipes the blood from his broken nose as he stares at the two of you, before letting out a horrible laugh.


"Got too excited there, didn't I? Ha!" he smiles, twirling the sword around in his hands.


You look around desperately, for something, ANYTHING in the room to help you out. Dasha is just as in the cross-hairs as you are, and seems terrified. Haygarth is hiding behind a counter, unfocused and not thinking. Most of the horses are dead, having had their heads cleaved clean off. Still, there's three or four in the farther stables. There's two large, oil-filled lamps illuminating the hallways that could be used. Fire has a history of being effective with monsters. Finally, there's the old full lead solution. If you just duck, weave and fill the air with as much lead, or in this case silver, as possible to take out the vampire bastard, although silver bullets are more of a werewolf-killer.

You fire!

You raise your gun and fire. Draven takes a shot to the shoulder, before side-stepping your next. He doesn't even attempt to charge, just grins. You keep firing, as he dodges the bullets with unnatural ease, even the lucky shots not even throwing him, and they only manage to graze or hit his central mass, which fails to even knock him back. You aim your rifle at Draven's head, as he gently taps his finger against it.


"Come on, boy!" he says, laughing. "Take the shot! I'm enjoying this! I won't even move this time!"


You peer down the sights, taking a deep breath, and you pull the trigger.


It's empty.


"Can't even count, huh?" Draven laughs, before bursting forward.


You attempt to dodge, but he's faster and more prepared for your roll to the side. He swings his sword, cutting through flesh and bone as your upper body is separated from its organic stand. You barely have time for one scream before it's all over.
You walk along the hallways towards the stable, your gun clenched tightly in your hands. You consider pushing Dasha ahead of you so anything that attacks has to cut through her first, but that's not the right thing to do. It's better to keep her behind you, in case a creature attacks from behind, and you can fight off whoever attacks from the front with your rifle. You walk past the rows of unlit torches that cover the walls, wishing they were lit. You aim your gun ahead, sweeping the barrel to check the corners for any hidden beasts that could be hidden away there.


"We need to hurry up, h.." Dasha says.


Suddenly, one of the windows several meters above you shatters as the upper half of a body smashes through it. It hits the wall with a wet thud, collapsing to the ground. Dasha screams as you desperately back pedal to avoid it.


"Fuck me!" you say. "The villagers must be having a bad night."


"Oh god," Dasha says.


You hear a terrified scream outside. It sounds female, and young. Very young.


"Help! Help! Mama!" a voice screams from outside.


"We need to help her!" Dasha says, a look of panic flooding through her.


"Do you want to fight the Wulven?" you ask. "I'm not."


You try to appear tough as Dasha stares you down, before looking away. You hear a high-pitched scream,  before the crunching of bone and flesh.


"It's done. Let's go," you say.


"The village is down the road! Why the fuck would they bring the villagers here to kill them?" Dasha says.


"Break our morale, or act as bait, maybe. They're intelligent, for abominable beasts. Now, let's move on."


You continue walking forward, reaching a wooden door. You press up against it, waiting. "Here it it."


"This is the door to the stables," you whisper. "You ready?"


"Ready. I'll follow your lead."

You force Dasha to go in first

"You go in first. He'll be able to smell my blood sooner than yours. I'm a ghoul."


"Bullshit!" Dasha hisses. "Give me the gun, then I'll go."

You give Dasha the gun

You take a deep breath, bashing open the door with your shoulder, raising your rifle. Draven stands there, a sword in his hands and a grin on his face as he stands over a heavily injured Haygarth, who has been stripped naked and is covered in bruising and cuts.


"Don't you know how, freak? I said do it!" Draven shouts.


He swings his blade and smacks Haygarth in the side of the head with the flat of his blade, knocking Haygarth to the floor.


"Dance!" Draven laughs, before his eyes flicker to you. "Look who it is! One of Grey's ghouls and... I've no fucking idea who you are, but you look like a bleeder!"


Haygarth yells as Dasha raises her rifle. Draven roars as he charges forward, and Dasha both attempts to backpedal and aim. She trips on the stairs, firing off the gun. Unfortunately, she misses Draven. Even worse, the bullet ends up flying straight through your head.
"You go in first. He'll be able to smell my blood sooner than yours. I'm a ghoul."


"Bullshit!" Dasha hisses. "Give me the gun, then I'll go."

You convince Dasha to go in with just the knife

"No!" you say, shaking your head.


"Then go through!" Dasha commands.


"You go in with the knife, I go behind you with the rang..."


Something slams into the door, sending you flying across the ground and onto your ass with a painful thud. Standing there, clad in armor with long, wild flowing black hair and a face contorted by rage and anger.


"Yes! I was distracted by the freak, but even I can hear you two bickering! Gotta get my ears checked, haha!" he snarls before laughing menacingly as he steps forward.


The vampire charges forward with remarkable speed. You raise your gun quickly, firing. The bullet thuds into Draven's chest, but it fails to even slightly slow him down. He swings the sword as he leaps upon you, slicing through your muscle and sinew and separating your head from your body. His lips immediately wrap around your gaping neck hole as he drains you of your blood, your head rolling to the ground.
You swing the butt of your gun, cracking into the side of her face and knocking her to the ground with a grunt. The knife goes clattering, and you dart forward, grabbing the knife and raising your rifle to point at her.


"Who the fuck are you?"


The girl stares at you with anger, blood running down her face from the newly opened cut on her forehead. You recognize her as Dasha, the sacrificial victim from earlier. Huh, apparently she survived. Interesting.


"Hands in the air!" you say, pointing the gun at her head.


She slowly raises her hands, spitting blood and a tooth on the ground. Apparently, you swung harder than you thought. 


"Fuck you!" she says.


"You need to listen to me," you say.


The girl swings at your head, but you catch her fist. She spits in your face, which you wince at.

You try talk to her

"Look, please, listen to me," you say.


"Fuck off!" she shouts.


"I don't need you to trust me, just listen! For..."


"I said, fuck off!" she shouts again.


"Listen!" you say loudly, losing your patience. "Did you see those fucking vampires?!"


The girl stares at you, still defiant, but quiet.


"If we want to get out of this, we need to work together. I don't care how much you hate me for doing what I did to you, but we need to."


"You work for the vampires," she says.


"I work for that one," you say, nodding towards Count Grey. "The others killed him, and now they want to kill me... and you. We're on the same side here, understood?"


The girl pauses, before slowly nodding. 


"If I let you up, you won't try anything?" you ask.


"Give me my knife," she replies.


"I can't trust you," you say.


"I can't trust you either," she says.


You sigh, before handing the knife back. She grabs it from your, staring at her reflection in the blade for a brief moment, looking as if contemplating attacks, before looking at you.


"What's the plan?" she asks.


"I don't know. We need to... Haygarth," you say. "We need to find him. He should be in the stables. He knows this place better than anyone. He'll have keys, know secret tunnels, know everything."


"Let's go, then," Dasha says.
You walk into the sacrificial chambers. You walk over to Count Grey, who has a deep wound going through his chest and lies on the ground. You step over the blood-filled grooves of the floor, walking over to him. You drop to a knee, checking his pulse, before mentally hitting yourself for being so stupid. He's undead. You pull back his eyelids, revealing dull, lifeless black eyes. You quickly pat him down, finding only a curved ebony dagger and some Leu on him, which you take. You gently pat his cold head as a matter of respect, or perhaps more likely to comfort yourself. The terrifying menace who has controlled the region for over a thousand years is dead. He was your master, your mentor and your liege.


"Good fucking riddance. He was a cold, sociopathic cunt," you say aloud, a part of you still terrified to say it, somehow expecting him to wake up and tear out your throat.


You stand, looking around. There's the doorway to the lower floors, where you,,,


A girl charges out from your blind side, holding up a dagger.

You attempt to negotiate

"Wait! Look," you say, holding up your hands in defense.


The girl slashes her knife, cutting open the palms of your hands as blood spurts out and you yelp in pain. The girl slams into you, jabbing her knife directly into your throat. Blood spurts out in even more gallons, as you choke on your own blood as the girl repeatedly stabs you in a mixture of anger and terror.
You turn, sprinting away as the vampires give chase. You have a clear shot through the main hall and out into the courtyard, where you can lock the heavy wooden doors and keep him locked inside. You could head through the lounge and into the armory to find something capable of killing these beasts. Finally, you could head down the small, spiraling staircase and lose them in the lower floors.

You head into the armory

You sprint forward, turning towards the armory. You run desperately, but the vampires are faster. You feel your legs knocked away, hurtling to the ground. You smack painfully into the stone floor, yelping as Alexa plunges a dagger into your chest. You yell as it pierces your lungs, coughing blood onto your face. Alexa smiles, licking the blood off your lips, before biting down on your neck and draining the very life source from you.
You turn, sprinting away as the vampires give chase. You have a clear shot through the main hall and out into the courtyard, where you can lock the heavy wooden doors and keep him locked inside. You could head through the lounge and into the armory to find something capable of killing these beasts. Finally, you could head down the small, spiraling staircase and lose them in the lower floors.

You head downstairs

You turn, heading down to the staircase. Unfortunately, hurtling down a tight, steep staircase at breakneck speeds leads to you quickly slipping, tumbling face first down. You bounce off the steps, feeling your bones break, before your head lands awkwardly and your neck snaps like a twig.
You walk into the room, and are immediately faced with a shocking scene. Count Grey kneels on the ground in the center of the pentagram, his face covered with blood. Viceroy Draven stands over him, his sword pointed at the older vampire's chest he smiles, looking at his prey. Viceroy Alexa stands to the side, leaning against the wall as she drinks from a crystal bottle filled with the scarlet blood of one of Count Grey's many victims. Viceroy Mihrab stands over his former master, his sharp fingernails pressed against Count Grey's neck, an ornately carved wooden stake in his hands.


In an instant, all four vampire's look at you, surprised.


"He escaped the wolves. Impressive," Viceroy Alexa says.


Viceroy Mihrab's eyes narrow, as he plunges the stake into Count Grey's hearts.


"Get him," he commands.

You attack

You raise your rifle, firing at Viceroy Mihrab. He easily sidesteps with inhuman speed, as Viceroy Alexa and Viceroy Draven charge you. Draven is faster, swinging his sword. You manage to duck under it, feeling it hack at your scalp, before he kicks your legs away. Your smack into the hard, cold stone floor, as Alexa grabs your neck, quickly snapping it.
You walk into the room, and are immediately faced with a shocking scene. Count Grey kneels on the ground in the center of the pentagram, his face covered with blood. Viceroy Draven stands over him, his sword pointed at the older vampire's chest he smiles, looking at his prey. Viceroy Alexa stands to the side, leaning against the wall as she drinks from a crystal bottle filled with the scarlet blood of one of Count Grey's many victims. Viceroy Mihrab stands over his former master, his sharp fingernails pressed against Count Grey's neck, an ornately carved wooden stake in his hands.


In an instant, all four vampire's look at you, surprised.


"He escaped the wolves. Impressive," Viceroy Alexa says.


Viceroy Mihrab's eyes narrow, as he plunges the stake into Count Grey's hearts.


"Get him," he commands.

You surrender

You raise your hands, dropping to your knees as you put your hands behind your head.


"Please, have mercy," you beg.


Viceroy Alexa sprints up to you with a blur, stopping behind you as she pulls out a curved dagger.


"How... boring. How did you even survive here?" she asks.


With that, she slashes your throat open. You clutch at your bleeding throat, collapsing forward.
"Come on, you shout," running towards the village.


Your hands push tree branches out of the way as you leave the path, almost tripping as your legs catch in the undergrowth, but manage to keep going. You stumble into the village, grabbing the corner of the house to steady yourself, as the werewolves charge into the village. Thankfully, a few peasants have been caught with their doors barely barricaded. The werewolves smash through hastily nailed planks and into the huts inside to devour a feast of flesh, bone, brains and organs. You hear horrified screams as the beasts get distracted and begin to tear apart the poor souls who have been left inside.


"Ah!" Mikhail screams, as one of the more focused hunters knocks him to the ground with its claw.


"Shit, Mikhail! Samuel, cover me!" Lucas says, skidding to a halt to help his brother.

You leave them

You keep running, as Lucas swears loudly, cursing your name. You keep running, twisting your head back as you see the werewolf biting into Mikhail's throat. Lucas aims his gun, but clearly seeing the blood streaming from his throat, turns and follows you. As the werewolves are distracted with their prey, you continue sprinting towards the tower. 


Unfortunately, you see one of the werewolves stand in the center of the village. It's larger than the others, its fur white and its eyes red. It stares at you for a second, before it lets out a powerful, booming howl. The other werewolves emerge from the buildings, blood matting their fur and dripping from their claws. The Alpha Male drops to all fours and begins sprinting away towards you, followed by the others.


"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Lucas says as he nears you, as you see the castle.


You sprint, the only noise being your heavy panting and the thudding of boots and clawed feet on the earth. You reach the castle, sprinting through the gates and past the carriages parked there. You see the portcullis' control wheel to your left, and the heavy wooden door to the keep to your right.
You hand over your wallet, giving them the finger as you do.


"Thanks," the skinny one smiles, grabbing it from your hand as he smacks you in the head with the gun, knocking you to the floor.


"What are you doing?" the big one asks. "We don't need to kill him! We got the wallet!"


You look up to see the barrel of the gun pointing directly at your head.


"You heard what he said. He's with the count. If we kill him now, the count won't come after us!" the skinny one knows. "He's seen our faces."


"He doesn't know our names," the big one says.


"I'm Lucas. That's Mikhail," the skinny one said.


"What the fuck!?" the big one, Mikhail replies.


"We have to kill him. Now even you'd agree to that," Lucas says.


"Always kill your prey. You don't want to let them come back and bite you in the throat," a voice says.


Count Grey steps from the shadows, his teeth curved in a grin, his fangs prominent. He grabs Lucas' gun arm, twisting it until Lucas drops the gun. Mikhail charges with a knife, but with a quick, well-planted punch to the chest sends him to the floor, badly winded. You stand up, grabbing the gun as well as drawing your own, pointing one at each of the thieves.


"What, are you some fucking cowboy with your guns? Shoot, come on!" Lucas says, even though his bottom lip is quivering.


"Tell me, Samuel. How did they manage to jump you?" Count Grey asks, tracing a finger down Lucas' nose.


"I was pissing," you admit.


"Hmmm... tell me, where is your family?" Count Grey asks, turning his attention to the teens.


"Dead," Lucas answers.


"Well then, you've shown balls, willingness to kill and the ability to ambush. Perhaps... Samuel, you were the one mugged. What happened? Were you behaving stupidly and ambushed by some lackluster fools, or are these two deserving of becoming ghouls?"

You suggest you were unprepared and the teens are undeserving of becoming ghouls

"No. I was just unprepared," you say. "These thieves are nothing special."


"So be..." Count Grey says, before Mikhail grabs your leg, flipping you onto your back.


Count Grey steps back as he watches you struggle on the ground with Mikhail. Your guns bounce across the stones and land a few feet away, barely in arms reach. Lucas immediately goes for the guns, as Mikhail puts his hands around your throats and begins to strangle.

You go for the gun

You reach for the gun, as both you and Lucas immediately grab it. You try to rip the gun from his hands, but Mikhail's massive, strong hands choke the life out of you. His hands crush your throat with it's powerful squeezing, and the life is wringed out of you as you desperately try to get one last breath. The world goes dark, as you let out a final croak.
"No. I was just unprepared," you say. "These thieves are nothing special."


"So be..." Count Grey says, before Mikhail grabs your leg, flipping you onto your back.


Count Grey steps back as he watches you struggle on the ground with Mikhail. Your guns bounce across the stones and land a few feet away, barely in arms reach. Lucas immediately goes for the guns, as Mikhail puts his hands around your throats and begins to strangle.

You focus on Mikhail

Your fingers immediately grab Mikhail's face, your thumbs going into his eyes as you begin to push your thumbs down to blind him. Mikhail releases his grip to grab your wrists and pull him away, before Lucas fires the gun. The bullet blows out the back of your head, staining the ground red.
You sit in the shotgun seat of a carriage with Haygarth at the reins. It's been a long journey. You have to venture to meet with King Ferdinand I in order to arrange taxation laws and other things you haven't been educated well enough to understand. You're finally entering the territory under Count Grey's control, staring out at the village you're entering as the sun falls in the distance.


"Stop here," you say. "I want to grab a bite to eat."


"We must be home soon!" Haygarth says. "Count Grey's in the back, he might wake up soon. Sun's almost gone."


You're hungry, thirsty and you've been traveling for the past three days. There's no way in hell you're going back to the castle for Haygarth to cook up his famous soup, which you're certain he's literally shitting in.

You force Haygath to stop

"Haygarth," you snarl, drawing a pistol from your side. "If you really want me to pistol-whip you into submission, I'm willing to do so."


Haygarth sighs, before nodding.


"Fine, fine, but be quick about it!"


The carriage pulls in alongside a tavern, as you look to Haygarth, who looks fairly pathetic as he attempts to cover his mishapen form.