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[h2]Location: Red Hood Keep | Sleeping Quarter's[/h2]
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[i]Vitius felt himself freeze in horror as he saw several heavily armed figures clad in red surround him and what was left of his friends, his brothers in arms. The only one's who had stayed by his side even after his transformation into a creature of the night. The only one's in Ebongrove who still viewed him as a human rather than a monster to be feared and hunted.

The ones that his actions had unintentionally placed in mortal danger.

He felt his legs grow weak as he watched several of his fellow guardsmen charge towards the hooded figures, the intent to defend his life at all costs written plainly on their faces, only to see them get cut down one by one without mercy or compassion, leaving only him and his close friend Liro, whom he viewed as the brother he never had, the only ones left standing in the forest clearing.

Doing his best to ignore the bloodied corpses of the mem he'd trained and fought alongside for most of his life, Vitius focused his attention on the Red Hood's surrounding them instead.

"Liro, listen to me..." Vitius said as he assumed a defensive stance. "I'll use my enhanced strength and speed to break their ranks. Once that happens, I need you to run. Don't worry about me, just haul ass out of here understand?"

A brief pause followed by silence.

"Liro?"

"Lir-"

"No."

"What!?" Vitius snapped, turning his head towards the bearded swordsman slightly. "Are you insane? This is your chance to escape!"

"And leave you here to die or worse?" He asked. "Fuck that. I'm not letting you sacrifice yourself just so I can run away like a coward." Liro said, holding his sword at the ready as he moved to stand back to back with Vitius.

"You're a stubborn son of a bitch, you know that right?" Vitius said, letting out a short, annoyed, chuckle.

"Aye, I do. And I'll make sure these Red Hood bastards know it to..."[/i]

Vitius sat up with a start and briefly wondered where he was before it finally came back to him. He was in the Red Hood keep, sitting on his bunk. He was safe, for the moment anyway.

Looking around he saw that it was still early morning and realised that he must have dozed off while he was thinking. It was the only reason he'd re-live that painful memory as he was constantly pushing it to the back of his mind while fully conscious.

Vitius continued to let his gaze wander around the room as he slowly massaged his temples with his fingers, until it eventually fell on a woman with silvery-white hair, a somewhat pale complexion, crimson-ish eyes, and a scent that smelled of rotted leaves and decay mixed with the smell of spiced ale or cinnamon.

[i]"She must be a Dhampir."[/i] Vitius thought to himself as he shifted his gaze down to the rough wooden floor. While he hadn't smelled the scents of other vampires after being turned and despite the fact his sense of smell wasn't as good as a Werewolf's, Vitius could easily guess her true nature. The rotten smell was something that he knew only a walking corpse could have, but the smell of thing's usually associated with warmth, like spiced ale and cinnamon, he knew only a human could have. All he had to do was put two and two together in order to figure out the rest.

As he stared at the floor, Vitius wondered if she had gone through the same hardships as him or if she'd had it easier due to her half-blooded nature. It was probably the latter, considering she didn't seem to be viewed with more suspicion than was usual for the Hood's. And she hadn't been chained up like him or the others, so that was something.

The sound of footsteps approaching caused Vitius to fix his gaze on the entryway to the room as all the musings he'd had about recent events were banished from his mind.
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