World Without End | Sitkolson [C]

SIX

MAY 21, 1770

"I want a location!" Ricky growled, shoving the man against the tree, his eyes filled with rage.

"I-I don't know!" The man stuttered, holding his hands up, "He came through hear a few months ago! He refused to say his name, but he looks like what you said. Told me he needed a few things then left."

With a grunt, Ricky threw the man to the side, looking down as the man ran away with his wife.

For over four years, Ricky had been looking for Ryan. He left Chris and Angelo with a note, just like Ryan had. Although, Ricky had said he'd be back if they stayed in the same place. That was only three years ago. Unfortunately for Ricky, Chris was more persistent than what he thought.

"No luck?" Angelo asked as he and Chris walked out of the house.

"None at all." Ricky sighed, "We're close though. I can feel it." He said before walking deeper into the woods.

Angelo and Chris shared a look before following.

No matter how many times they had questioned Ricky's actions, he had never listened. He would either ignore them, or tell them to go separate ways. Though, Ricky feared the thought of being alone.

Since Ryan had left him, he had changed. Whether that be in a good way or not, is still unknown. As the days pasted, he became more determined to find Ryan. But, as the days pasted, he started to slowly hate Ryan for what he did. Everything Ricky felt heightened. His anger was stronger than it should've been. His determination was stronger than ever. All of that from one person; Ryan.

As Ricky walked into another small clearing— a perfectly built wooden house standing tall— he raised his chin, making his way to the door.

Before he could even walk up the front steps, a woman's voice cut him off.

"Step away."

Her voice was small, yet hard and demanding.

With a growl, Ricky took a step back, his arms high as he turned to the woman, slightly glaring at her.

Her light brown hair was tied back into a tight pony-tail, tight pants covering her legs whilst a tight long sleeved shirt hung to her upper body, her whole outfit black.

"Turn around and keep walking." She said, a long, perfectly rounded wooden stick in her hands, the tip sharp and aimed at Ricky's chest.

"All I want to do is talk." Ricky held his hands up higher, showing that he wasn't too harmful.

"Please." She scoffed, "I can tell which people are vampires. Your two friends, the ones that are hiding behind the bushes, one of them is a vampire."

With a sigh, Ricky held his hand up, signalling for Angelo and Chris to come out.

"Please," Ricky started, "All we want is some information."

"Information about what?" She snapped, her temper slowly rising.

"Have you seen a man around here?" Angelo asked quietly, though they could all hear his voice, "Tall-ish, short brown hair, slight stubble... vampire."

She pursed her lips, "Come inside." She then turned her head to the side, "You can come out now."

Moments later, a boy appeared, the same weapon hanging loosely in his hands whilst his outfit was exactly the same as his friends, his hair colour even being brown.

Angelo, Ricky and Chris followed the two inside, siting on the couch across from them.

"What would you like to know?"