Concealed by the shadows, Connar crouched against the crumbling brick wall on the outskirts of town, peering through the darkness as clandestine merchants plied their bargaining trade under dimly burning torches. Three cloaked men huddled about a small cart loaded with a variety of items, most of which Connar could not discern from his hiding place. One of the men was offering his wares to the highest bidder. Voices were raised and tempers flared as the value of the cart?s contents were disputed, one merchant waving his hands in the air in disgust as he walked away from the cart, leaving one buyer alone with the seller.
This was the third such exchange Connar had witnessed this eve, ill-gotten goods bartered and bought. They would soon show up in Rhydin?s marketplace, offered to any willing to pay a reasonable price. Most items procured in cover of night, outside the reach of city guards, were stolen or pillaged, buyer and seller understanding the unwritten code of no-questions-asked. Connar had no interest in the previous carts and wares he had seen pass hands earlier that evening, but this last one was different?the trader?s attire, his manner of speaking, his constant looking over the shoulder signaled him as an outsider to Rhydin?and his wares seemed to be not of this realm as well.
At long last, a price was agreed upon and the contents of the cart were transferred into the merchant?s wagon, then covered by a large cloth, and secured with rope. The merchant would ride off, giving no passing glance or acknowledgement to the man with whom he?d just concluded business. Names were never traded, nor anything given that would mark one man a criminal if the other was ever found on the wrong side of the law.
The trader stood counting his money once more before securing the coins in his pouch and secreting them away inside his cloak. He looked around once more, nervous, perhaps feeling eyes upon him. On his previous visits to this foreign realm, the trader had been equally nervous about prying eyes, but had never seen nor heard anything to justify his paranoia. And yet, there was something more than mere paranoia or superstition haunting this man. He pulled his cart back towards the forest, the faint torchlight on the wall fading behind. As the darkness and trees closed around him, he contented himself with the notion that he would soon be back in more familiar surroundings.
Connar moved quickly and quietly through the trees, hidden from view of the trader. He stepped smoothly over fallen logs and branches, careful not to alert the trader to his presence. The creaking of the cart and its large, wooden wheels created enough noise on their own to mask the moving of a herd of deer through the trees. The man pulled the empty cart onward through the forest for nearly an hour, his pace steady, stopping only a couple of times to take swallows from a wine bottle.
The trail began to narrow, the brush and undergrowth nearly crowding the pathway at certain points. The trader was visibly more agitated, turning his head constantly, peering off into the shadows. All of a sudden, he stopped the cart, pushing it into the heavy brush and started to run off the trail, into the trees, as if being chased. Connar looked around, concealed in the shadows of the forest, wondering what had taken hold of the trader?s heart, his knee pressed to the ground, his ears and eyes searching the darkness.
Then he saw it?a large winged shadow cast on the ground?moving quickly in the direction of the trader. Were it not for the cap he had fashioned to cover Shea?s coin embedded in the hilt of his sword, it would now be glowing brightly. Against the moon-lit sky, Connar saw the winged beast descend toward the forest floor landing right behind the trader, clawed fingers reaching out to grab the man by the collar. The poor man turned, cowering as he looked into the face of the vampire, his feeble body trembling as he was restrained by the clawed hand.
?Don?t hurt me?don?t hurt me!? the trader pleaded, his hands coming up to cover his face.
The winged beast transformed to a more human form, black clothing covering his tall, slender frame. The vampire tossed the trader to the ground, standing over him, his voice loud, filled with anger, ?You fool! You were followed. We had a deal.?
The trader look off to some point or feature in the distance as scrambled to his knees, ?I did nothing, sire?no one has followed me?I?ve been careful.?
The vampire turned quickly, pointing off into the trees, his fingers aimed exactly where Connar was hid, the trees all around him suddenly bursting into flames in a massive explosion. As the forest filled with smoke and fire, Connar charged, sword drawn, smoke and ash trailing off his shoulders as he moved directly at the vampire, who he recognized now to be Graeven.
The trader stuttered as he saw the charging figure emerge from the smoke and flames, moving rapidly towards them, ?I had no idea ?No one was there?I?I?? the words failing as Graeven crushed the man?s throat.
?Of course you didn?t,? Graeven sneered as the man?s body went limp and fell to the ground.
Connar was nearly upon him now, teeth bared, sword poised over his head as he rushed forward. In an instant, Graeven transformed into the massive vampire beast, its large wings muscling it into the air, hovering above Connar.
?So close, and yet, so far away,? the creature bellowed as it leered down at Connar.
Connar looked up, glaring at the hell-spawned beast, ?Tis only a matter of time, Graeven, before I send ye back to the darkness from which ye slithered.?
The creature rose in the air, challenging his mortal prey, ?We have not been wasting time sipping wine and stealing kisses in the taverns as ye do, Connar. With every passing day, we grow stronger. It?s only a matter of time before you matter not!?
Graeven closed his fist, aiming a ball of fire toward his taunted foe. Connar dove to the ground and rolled as the fireball struck his shoulder and back with a force he had never felt before. He rose to his knee, teeth clenched, his cloak in flames as he tore it off his shoulders and cast it to the ground, where the flames smoldered then were snuffed out.
The winged beast landed on the forest floor, fire issuing from its fisted claws as it moved toward its prey once again. Connar narrowed his gaze at Graeven as he pushed up from the ground, sword held tightly in his hand as he moved unsteadily yet determinedly toward the vampire.
Graeven stopped as Connar approached, apparently undeterred, ?You truly have no idea what you are up against, do you, mortal? Well, it?s about time you learned.?
The creature launched another fireball, striking Connar square in the chest, driving him backwards into the trees, fire and flames erupting in all directions, the blast choking the air from his lungs as he crashed onto his back.
Two more fire balls were hurled in Connar?s direction, spreading flames into the trees and forest floor. In a matter of moments, the entire area was consumed by smoke and fire, Graeven having to retreat in order to escape the growing heat and flames. He rose into the air, circling over the mayhem below, laughing wickedly before ascending into the darkness of night.