NOT THAT YOU'LL EVER GO HOME AGAIN ✔️

⚰️ Chapter 3

Camus hated the scent of this town beyond the Harker Abode, compare to the immaculate and enticing fragrance Holly gifted him before, this entire place was pungent and unsafe. Everyone was wary of one another. Despite the big dislike for the mess and odor, the blonde attendant remained aloof–an expression he only wore when he was not in the presence of his wards. His other side was only meant for them and this side of him didn't need to be known. Two slayers accompanied him, all wearing half masks covering their eyes.

"Here you are," They found their target, curled in an almost fetal position in a narrow alleyway hidden from anyone's view.

A heaving man with clammy pale and almost bluish skin was drooped against the wall unbothered by the stacks of rubbish and rotting flesh next to him. He was dirty, his clothes were torn, and worse—his neck was wounded, and the puncture marks on it were larger than normal.

The slayer on Camus' left tsk-ed, "Good riddance, we thought you were already dead! You even sent us a picture along with that letter!"

"I want to be d-detailed, an i-important information that Lord Harker would find useful" Their target had a hard time talking, his breathing was short and uneven, and he was sweating in cold. "I wanted to give it myself b-but the barriers..." He no longer completed his sentence, wincing in a surge of pain.

"You did the right thing, if you attempted going straight to the mansion in this state, you would have brought a bigger trouble" Camus declared icily, his narrowed gaze focused on the large puncture holes on the fallen man's neck.

There was an attempt again to move, reaching an arm to Camus, "H-help me...Lord Harker agreed to–"

"Yes we are aware of the agreement, it's why we are here" Camus cut him off, "We will take care of you as soon as we are done getting more information that might have not been stated in the letter"

With a rabid nod of the head from the suffering slayer, he wholly believed he would have a chance to live and be with his family again. "Most vampires who were present in the carnage were Rapids. B-but...someone else–" He coughed, blood trickled out the side of his lips. "--is making them do the bidding"

Rapids or Mindless as Camus knew were the lowest types of vampires, all the roaming monsters in the woods of this country and underground sewers fall into this classification too. Dangerous they might be but they would need someone with a strong influence to make them specifically target the Enchants' caravan. And the message left on the fae prince's back...

A warning to the Lord and Lady Harker. His hands clenched into fists.

The slayer on the right muttered, only loud enough for Camus to hear. "We already acquired what we need, Camus, he is beyond anyone's saving"

"I know" Camus sighed, "It's not like I planned on trying to salvage him in the first place"

From the dirty ground, dirty blue fat caterpillars crawled up to the man's arms and went straight for the puncture holes—it tried getting inside to suck on the man's blood and flesh at the same time. More of those blue fat caterpillars came to feast on him.

"Don't leave me here..." The agonizing slayer pleaded, raising a shaky hand for them. "I told you everything I know, please, my friends..."

Camus was unfazed, "You have been a commendable slayer servicing our Lord Harker, the money will be given today to your family for their use. It will be a hefty sum that shall be more than enough for them to use. You will not be forgotten, my friend"

"No Camus! Save me! Please–"

The three men turned their back on him and walked away without another word, they heard him scream in pain pretty sure the caterpillars were already making a feast out of him.