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Heh… I can see it…” Slowly, a pale hand lifted shakily before falling back down with a thud. “I can see them…” his voice sounded almost hollow, distant, lost; like a scared child; it was shaky, its tone no longer holding the smooth soft silkiness that would make whomever heard it feel at ease. The past rushed to his present while he lay there, mind almost a blank, like that of a page in a story not written. “The manor...”

15 years ago…

“The left! The left!” An elderly man in his mid-fifties shouted as a loud bang could be heard. Gun powder wafted in the air as another round could be heard ringing off like an echo inside the woods itself. Trees with claw like branches slithered in tangles, outreached as if going to grab the steel carriage that boldly ran through its way. “********, she’s getting closer!” A man of six foot five stood atop the metal moving prison. A shabby looking cloak flowing widely about him as long red hair fluttered over his face, not quite obscuring his vision. An eye patch covered his right eye, leaving his left as the only good one. Lifting the pistol he fired another round with smoke spewing out and into the wind that whipped by. “Turn hard left!” Quickly jerking the reins, the driver did as told, causing the carriage to nearly topple over as it balanced on the two left wheels, quickly whipping back down on all fours.

Not far behind another carriage followed, looking more like a long metal bus with the front of a train. Bright lights flickered on, flooding the shooters vision for a moment as he squinted one eye. Like an enormous monster it knocked down every tree, smashed every rock in its way with out so much as shaking or showing any signs of distress. The red haired man aimed again and tried to fire but to no avail; sparks flew up from the metal, rendering his rounds useless. Quickly, the train-like coach picked up speed as its light flashed over the entire path, causing the shooter to go blind slightly as he was jerked off the carriages top. He hit the ground with a bang and fractured his arm, vanishing under the spiked wheels of the metal moving prison’s pursuer. “******** this s**t!” The driver quickly leapt out of his seat, leaving the carriage a runaway as it started to swerve violently back and forth. Thunderous sounds came from the train-like bus as it slowed its speed a little but kept closely behind. Hitting a pothole in the ground, the metal carriage flailed and fell, causing the ebony-colored horses to loose balance and drag the carriage along behind them until they and it came to a halt.

A cry was heard from the inside of the four-wheeled prison as it crashed into a tree, causing it to crumple on contact. The train-like bus with its blinding light came to a quick halt nearby. Its larger form didn’t look as if would stop to easily, but it halted with a jerk as if it hadn’t been moving at all. Smoke spurted out from the door of the conveyance as it split from the center lengthwise into steps. Stepping out calmly with his leather boots clanking against the metal steps was a tall and statuesque man of 40 dressed in what appeared to be fine butler attire. Straightening his coat a bit and walking over, the butler calmly knelt down by the back door of the prison vehicle with its cage like window and knocked. “Young master, are you well?” His voice was gentle but proper, almost something Alfred-ish about it, one would say. “Come out now. Your mother is awaiting our return.” In the back of that metal prison was a small sniffle; a hiccup every now and then, before some small shifting sounds could be heard. “Yes, Lumers…” The voice was vivid, small, fragile in a way as the door creaked open. Crawling out and slowly standing was a pale boy of five; silky jet-black hair that stopped at the ears, ruby red eyes that showed curiousness to them. Up close anyone would be able to tell what he was in an instant - a dhampir. Child born to be damned for the rest of his life for what he is. With a small frail-looking hand the child took the much bigger gloved one and was lead back to the bus train. Once inside the doors closed and in an instant it started to drive backwards with the same smooth movement as when it stopped.