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[center][h1]Flashback - Camelot[/h1][/center]

They had been on his trail ever since he passed the border, England welcoming him with the warmth of silver and blade. Coming here was a major mistake, a destination he had decided since Japan harbored his feet. Two years in Albion did however yield a heavy coin purse due to the massive activity of dark gestalts. Mages, monsters, shades and curses circled this country like a plague and the king had outlawed each of these with a zeal. Of course, his decision to do so only elevated their aggression. This fanatical decision of caging the very nature of Albion's many creatures lead to the witch hunts and vampire crusades all the same. Now quite seasoned in the many paths of life, Casper had found himself in the blossoming country of merry old England, the sea of trees and towering castles. From the biting sand to the cherry blossoms of the east, and now to the blooming green of the magical country where dragons once ruled the skies, Casper could only pity what Albion had become. He remembered having visited the famed castle of Camelot many years prior with Ani as part of his training. Perhaps that was what brought him back to this place, the desire to return to his roots but not as far back as the Egyptian sands. 

Placing his hand on the rotted wood of a long abandoned cabin located within the solitude of a forest clearing, Casper stepped inside the empty shack and allowed his eyes to scan the area for living souls. No heartbeats, no blood traveling through veins and no breaths eagerly leaving lungs, Casper was alone. Truly, it was what the boy had been hoping for. He dropped down to the wooden floor, the cracked planks shrieking beneath his light weight. [color=ed1c24][i]"Shook em' off..."[/i][/color] Like molten justice, the sting of silver felt like a torturous touch granted by hell itself. The boy's exposed forearm revealed the deep cut he had suffered at the hands of these hunters, the trackers whose sole purpose were to hunt down the undead. Truly, everyone calling themselves the children of death were weak to silver. Lycantropes suffered the same curse. [color=ed1c24][i]"Fuck it hurts..."[/i][/color] Clenching his teeth, no amount of attempts would heal the nearly crippling wound stretching across his skin and into the flesh. 

He'd need to rest, though the boy had not been able to feed for quite a few days, his skin probably as pale as a winter night. Cold to the touch, laying fingers upon his skin would more than likely force anyone to recoil due to the icy chill. Tired and at a loss of energy, Casper could only hope to shake the hunters off for long enough to manage some rest. The way he was now, he wouldn't be able to fight back in the slightest. Blood drenched blades were the only sign of retaliation and Casper had indeed managed to fell more than one hunter into their attempt to sever his head. Bringing the blades to his tongue, the boy desperately licked each edge in hopes of draining whatever nourishment resided within the sanguine liquid drenching the steel. Indeed, the blood allowed for some solace but it was far from enough. 

Closing his eyes to the outside world, Casper balled up in a corner of the shed and hugged his knees tightly. It was times like this that reminded him of his actual age, the time when he was embraced by the kiss of a Lamia. He felt scared, tired and alone, three disastrous emotions which together lead to unwise decisions. Luck would however grace the boy albeit faintly as a few hours of sleep was granted to a tired and exhausted frame. This moment of peace was however broken asunder by heavy steps of armor and the toxic stench of silver. Shooting his eyes open, Casper quickly reached for his blades and threw himself out of the house when a large jar was tossed through the window. Silver Mist, a substance deadly to vampires in the most painful of ways. Even though he managed to dodge the main bulk of the Mist's effect, he felt how his skin burned beneath its aftermath. Flinching in pain, the boy clenched his teeth to prevent himself from screaming out and jolted back to his feet. 

He nearly fell to a knee as he tried to stay up, seeing how a pack of three large men slowly approached him. Armed to the teeth in silver, stakes and weapons, they were a vampire's worst nightmare. "Just give up, fanger. We'll give you a quick death." The most dangerous out of the bunch, this appeared to be the leader. He wielded a bladed whip, something pulled out of a horror show, and each interconnected blade was made of pure silver. Casper hadn't tasted its sting just yet but he knew that he was about to. The remaining two were armed with silver swords, small one handed crossbows in the other hand. 

[color=ed1c24]"Piss off..."[/color] Gripping his blades tightly, Casper knew that there was no escape. He'd probably die here, but he was going to take these guys down with him.

"You heard the lad, he wants to do this the hard way!" With a large grin crossing the hunter's lips, his spinning whip headed straight for him. With a graceful dodge, Casper rolled to the side but soon found a silver bolt lodging itself in his arm. Screaming out in pain, he stumbled back but managed to deflect the next bolt aimed at his forehead. Without a second to spare, the boy conjured what remained of his strength and charged forth, clashing blades with the hunters in a dance of silver and steel. After a short trade of blows, Casper managed to get the better of his opponents and sliced a hunter across his legs, taking the moment to gracefully leap over him and left a gaping wound in his throat. Two remained, but the way things were going, Casper's frame wouldn't be able to carry him much further. 

Avoiding the whip, he felt a sword's edge traveling across his chest and forced him down to his knee. Clenching his teeth, he couldn't allow this to be his end, not yet. Another blow came heading his way, the silver sword hammering down towards his neck. The small vampire moved out of the way and with a dexterous retaliation severed the hunter's arm from place before twirling behind him and left a deep wound across the man's spine. One hunter remained. 

"You monster!" Whipping the boy with the bladed silver chain, the weapon left devastating wounds across Casper's body before it wrapped itself around his arm, tearing its way through his flesh. Pulling him closer, the hunter punched the boy square in the chest with silver knuckles and forced him down to the ground. Before Casper got a chance to respond, the hunter pulled a dagger out of its sheath and rammed it through the boy's stomach to pin him to the ground. Screaming out in anguish, Casper attempted to squirm out of the hunter's grip but it was impossible. "A shame a kid like you was taken by the curse but it makes no difference!" 

[color=ed1c24]"S-screw yourself...!"[/color] Feeling the silver edge of another dagger forcing its edge through his throat, Casper gasped in misery, his life now fleeting. Unless he did something, this was the end of his journey. 

"Lay still! It will be over before you know it! Just need to get to the nape..." 

[color=ed1c24]"Get..."[/color] Struggling to push the hunter off, Casper delved into the deepest part of his darkness, the beast that resided within a vampire's blood thirsty soul. [color=ed1c24]"Get....THE FUCK OFF OF ME!"[/color] Digging his fingers into the hunter's forearm, Casper completely ignored the burning pain of silver protecting the man's frame. Caving beneath the vampire's strength, the silver bracer was crushed under Casper's hand, his fingers burning at the touch, his skin searing. Hearing how the hunter was taken aback by the pain, Casper pulled the man closer and bit down into his throat, tearing off a large piece of it. With blood now leaking into Casper's mouth, the vampire's strength returned and he could throw the man off. This was not the end. Completely engulfed by a vampiric rage, the boy jumped onto the man and rammed his fist into the hunter's face repeatedly, crushing his visage. He grabbed hold of the whip lodged in his arm and tore it off, his skin nearly pulled along with it. Soon after the rage left him, the pain returned and Casper felt his strength fading rapidly. He managed to force a broken body further through the woods but eventually collapsed upon the moss covered ground.


[center][h1]Camelot[/h1][/center]
Looking up at Gwen, Casper managed a soft smile and could only grin as he shifted his attention to Aiden who laughed softly in embarrassment. [color=fff200]"S-sorry Gwen! Heh, I'd lose my head if it wasn't attached to my neck..."[/color]

[color=ed1c24]"A physician who doesn't take care of his own health...that's friggin' hilarious..."[/color]

[color=fff200]"I'm a busy guy!"[/color] Aiden shot back at the smaller boy. He picked the plate up and started eating the delicious breakfast lovely Gwen had put together for him and nodded to her in appreciation. [color=fff200]"But this is delicious, Gwen! Thanks a lot, I owe you for taking care of me."[/color]

[color=ed1c24]"She takes care of everyone..."[/color] Casper pitched in, his attention now solely on the young woman before them. [color=ed1c24]"Without her, Camelot would fall apart...ya' know it would..."[/color]

[color=fff200]"Hehe, so true!"[/color]

Though Casper was known for an expression of indifference, there were times when a completely different side of him shone through. They were quite rare and far in between, but Gwen had a tendency of pulling them forth. If it was intentional or not was yet to be seen, but her very presence brought a comfort to the boy many others had failed to achieve. As she brought forth the small doll she had made for him, Casper's eyes immediately widened with a large smile making its way across his lips. The vampiric boy nearly jumped out of his seat at the sight of the doll, his expression turning from a jaded young man to that of a child, if even for just a moment. He remembered all too well the moment they met, the moment when Gwen found him bleeding into the Slumber in the forest. She did not leave him to his own demise, she did not proclaim him dead and moved about her business, but rather she brought him in and nursed the boy back to health. Even after learning of his dark secret, she kept him close. Gwen had saved his life. That day when hunters nearly claimed it, Gwen had arrived like an angel of mercy and brought him back to life. Her act of kindness would never be forgotten, something Casper held close to his unbeating heart. Whenever he was in doubt, whenever he felt lost in this world, the mere thought of Gwen's selfless act reminded him that there was always something worth fighting for, always someone worth protecting. [color=ed1c24]"Hehe, sweet!"[/color] Running around the table, Casper graciously accepted the doll and gave his beloved friend a tight hug. [color=ed1c24]"Thanks, Gwen...love ya'![/color]

[color=fff200][i]"What...the hell!? Casper loves dolls that much!?[/i][/color] Blinking in confusion, Aiden looked between the two wrapped in a loving hug. Casper wasn't as stone faced as he first thought, that was something shining through this scene quite clearly. Smiling Casper, it was almost cute, something that managed a soft expression on Aiden's face. It was rather...beautiful.