Vitius growled in annoyance as the sweet and silent darkness of his slumber was disturbed for the fifth time during this journey by the all too familiar feeling of a boot prodding his rib cage. Shifting slightly in the hopes that the person the booted foot belonged to would just go away and let him enjoy what little rest he'd had, Vitius let himself sink deeper and deeper into the abyss surrounding him, knowing that if he sunk deep enough his body would stop registering outside disturbances and he'd finally be able to get a good days sleep. 

Vitius could tell he was getting close when his limbs began to grow heavy and his consciousness slowly began to fade. He just needed was a few more minutes...

[i]THUMP![/i]

Vitius's eyes shot open as he felt the person kick him in the gut. Hard. Wrapping his arm's around his midsection protectively, the fledgling vampire raised his head and glared hatefully at the Red Hood standing in the open carriage doorway before him in a way that allowed just enough sunlight to enter the space to keep him immobilized but not enough to outright kill him, which made Vitius unsure if he should feel grateful or insulted.

"Wake up princess." The man said in a thick accent that showed his northern heritage. "We've arrived." 

Upon hearing those words, Vitius felt every muscle in his body tense as the man moved away from the door and closed it slightly. It seemed the day had finally arrived. While the Red Hoods had spared his life, he knew that the life he was about to enter was going to be a thousand times worse than death. He knew that from this day forward he'd be living, if you could call it that, amongst a group of people who not only wanted to kill him and those like him, but who were highly skilled at it as well.

Letting out a soft groan, Vitius slowly got to his feet and pulled the thick olive coloured hood he'd sown into his armor, over his head before pushing the door open and stepping out of the dark sparsely decorated carriage interior, his mind racing in a hundred directions at once. As his boots hit the dirt path, Vitius found himself unable to focus on anything but the large stone keep sitting in the center of the mountainous land surrounding them, like some ancient and menacing guardian from ages long past.

Vitius was suddenly brought out of his musing and back to the harsh reality around him as he felt iron shackles being placed around his ankles and wrists. Although he wanted to rip the men responsible for treating him like a feral beast apart, he managed to keep himself in check for self preservations sake. After the shackles and chains had been properly secured the men took up positions in behind him, one of them holding the chains connected to his shackles and the other standing at the ready a few feet away with a crossbow aimed at the back of his head.

Upon hearing a man whom Vitius assumed was the leader of this particular contingent of guards he was being 'escorted' by order them to move, he felt the man holding his chains give him a hard shove forward. Letting out a barely audible hiss, Vitius did as he was told and began marching towards his new home and prison.

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~[color=gray][i]Several Minutes Later[/i][/color]~
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Vitius found himself standing, along with some others, in a large hall, decorated in crimson banners, with a red carpet covering the stone floor that led all the way to a throne sitting on a slightly raised platform on the opposite end of the room from him. Red Hood's, Veterans along with more greener soldiers who had just recently earned their red hoods, crowded the hall, each and every one of them watching his little group like a predator watches its prey.

Vitius had a feeling that any attack or display of resistance that broke out in this hall would be put down efficiently and brutally. 

As he let his gaze wander around the large and somewhat ornate interior of the keep many things in it caught Vitius's attention, especially the odd smelling battle hardend man wearing a crimson coloured coat standing off to his left, but only the three figures standing on the far end of the room kept it. The first was a large imposing looking man clad in a hooded black robe, his face concealed by the shadows it cast. The second was a tan skinned woman clad in accented silver-gold armor, with brown coloured eyes and jet black hair kept in a ponytail that fell to just beneath her shoulders. And the last was a man who was slightly taller than the woman, who was clad in silver-red armor with a cardinal cape hanging down over his backside.

Vitius kept his gaze fixed on the three imposing figures as he anxiously waited for whatever came next.