[color=steelblue] "I see," [/color] Dalious said, of her comments on the elves and their king.  If she was pleased, then it meant Everendall was in fact a good leader.  Whatever the case, it was good to make an alliance with the elves.  

[color=steelblue] "Happy?" [/color] he responded in wonder himself.  [color=steelblue] "I will be when we get paid!  As for the ship and crew, they suit fine by me.  They're a rag tag bunch of pirates, the hardest of men...and cat." [/color]  

Dalious felt he was able to read people pretty well, and he could sense the strength already within Sybil.  She was harder now, much like himself.  The pair of them could probably go on all night of the things they've seen and done.  While they danced and the crew sang and sailed, the stars beamed brightly up above.  When the trees cleared, they could all see the red beam of light that aimed up through the sky.  

"The hellmouth, the beam comes from it," Armuille Black Cat said.  "It is the spirits of the dead."

The men stopped singing as they drew closer, sailing the placid river toward the beam of light.  Dalious pulled out a necklace of garlic and put it around Sybil's neck.  

[color=steelblue] "The vampires can be seductive in nature," [/color] he told her.  [color=steelblue] "Perhaps not for the malignant, yet still.  If one draws in too close, they only need but to sink their teeth into your flesh and it's all over.  They dislike garlic, for some reason."[/color]

"And crosses of Aru," Fanon added, putting a cross necklace on.

"Ye can chop their heads off, lads," Blackheart chimed in.  He brought to deck a few wooden carved short spears, they were light to use and sharp at either ends.  "Or use these, but ye gotsta get them in the hearrrt!" They were passed out to whoever wanted them.  "Also, for mainly Ronen and the Capt'n, arrows should work just fine."

[color=steelblue] "The vampires you can burn," [/color] Dalious said with a smirk.  

When they reached the shore of Rockhaven, it was a half days march through the thickening forest.  The mountains surrounding them were seemingly carved to perfection.  The elves lived in the trees and the massive standing rockbeds, but there were none around when they arrived.  It was quiet and empty, not even the crickets or the forest animals could now be heard.  The town was dead silent, with a storm brewing in the skies above them all.  

The hellmouth was in the center of the village, when they walked up to it they could see the red aura up close.  Spirits the demons have claimed were flying around the hellmouth, though they were harmless as they could not become corporeal like the vampires or the other demons.  

"How do we close it?" Felian asked.

"You don't," came a voice from somewhere else.  The voice was hoarse and harsh.  "You've come to die."

As the group stood there in the center of the village, the vampires started coming out from the shadows around them.  They formed a large circle as they moved slowly closer.  Most of the vampires were the villagers that lived here, the elves and dark elves.  Their faces were different now, red eyes and snarled faces with sharp teeth lashing out at the crew.  One of them came forward and his face changed from an evil demon to a normal elven face.  He was even handsome, the transformation incredibly fast from one to the other.

"You're all just in time for dinner," the lead vampire spoke, the other ones nearly foaming at their mouths in lust for blood.    

The vampires rushed in.