The Wintersinger Chronicles: Royal Vampires

Chapter III

"Knight, we have a problem." Phoenix spoke towards Knight's room.

"No," he replied, "I'm NOT dealing with those bloody vampires again. No."

"Apparently some farmer near here had seen a bunch of wolves sprinting out of the forest," Phoenix continued, ignoring Knight's protests. "And a deer running out of it later. He went into the forest and found trees and branches fallen all over. There's also blood on the ground."

"So?"

"I'm thinking of a werebeast." She said as she went into the room.

Knight turned away from the TV screen, placing down his game console. He raised an eyebrow. "Werebeasts aren't that easy to find. There's only twenty thousand per generation, and you think one of them is nearby."

"Not only that," Phoenix read from the clipboard, "it maybe a high class one."

Knight jumped off his bed. "Impossible. There's only, like, ten that's currently alive, and what are the chances they'll be in England?"

"There's one we know."

They faced each other at silence, their gazes hardening. "He left without a word ten years ago," said Knight, "and now you think that he's back."

"Yeah," Phoenix replied, "the locals reported seeing a traveler with green eyes."

Knight sighed. It's not like that he hated that man, it's just that he held a kind of a grudge against him for leaving them ten years ago.

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The traveler sat down at the bar. "A vodka please," he said to the bartender.

The bartender slid the glass cup to him. He caught the glass and started drinking. "Hey," he asked a brawly man next to him, "do you know a pair of twins that are exceptionally beautiful nearby?"

The man eyed him suspiciously. "No." He replied coldly and finished his drink. He raised his hand to order another glass. "Wait," the traveler blocked him, "let me treat you. What do you want to drink?"

"Beer. In a bottle."

"A bottle of beer please," he didn't mind being robbed off. The bartender handed him a bottle of beer. "I don't really know anyone." He said after taking the beer. "You can try asking Mrs. Parker though," he pointed with his chin to a woman in her late forties, "she runs a veg stall. She almost knows anyone in town. In case you're wondering why she's here, the bartender is her husband."

The traveler walked towards the group of women. They blocked him out intentionally, thinking that he wants them to be his girlfriend. He didn't have that bad of a face, really. He has brown hair that has grown shaggy, but having a somehow handsome battle-worn face with a high nose and sculptured cheek. He has double coloured irises, emerald green and sapphire blue and eyes slightly slanted, suggesting an Asian origin.

"Mrs. Parker?" A woman in her forties glanced at him. "Who-", she stuttered, "what can I help you, mister?" She winked at him as she finished.

Shivers were sent down the traveller's back. Nonetheless, he asked, "Do you know a pair of unearthly twins that live near here? Their family name is Wintersinger, to be exact."

The noisy bar hushed at the mentioning of the name. The absorbed look on Mrs. Parker's face warped into disgust. "Demons," she spat, "they're demons. I bet that they kill humans for a living. If you got anything to do with them, shoo!"

The traveler wanted to ask for more information, but sensing the hate to the twins in the bar, he said "thank you" and left.