fangs he did not really look all that dangerous. He actually looked rather frail.
Waldo knew better. Except for his mother, this was the most dangerous person who lived here.
Enver cast his eyes down on the bare stone floor. There were no markings there to see.
“It always amazes me how many protective wards and trap spells you have in your room.” Enver said in that slightly superior mocking tone he always used. Being what he was he could sense the magic, though all the runes and inscriptions were inverted and hidden from view.
“Do you think I’d be able to sleep at night without them? I swear zombies have short term memory loss. Walter keeps trying to sneak in here; I keep finding him held in place.”
Enver gave a slight shrug. “You should have destroyed him long ago.” The condescension was just a little more blatant. “It’s hard to believe you are her son. Why she let such a weak, defective creature as you live past childhood is a mystery to me.”
“Did you come here for something or did you just want to get in a few more insults before I leave?”
Enver’s head shook in mock disappointment. “No need to be hostile, have I ever harmed you?”
“You threatened to kill me all the time when I was growing up.”
“Well I am a vampire. You looked like such a tasty treat when you were little.” His inky lips peeled back in a ghoulish grin. “Truth to tell, I would still like to have some of your blood.”
“If you ever tried that I would kill you.” Waldo said and meant it. He felt sympathy for the slaves and even for Walter. Enver was different. The vampire had tormented him constantly until he took on the robes, and he had done it just for his own amusement.
“I have never actually harmed you.” Enver reminded him.
“Only because my mother gave you a direct order to never touch any of her children.”
Enver nodded. “More is the pity. It’s boring only being able to torture the slaves.”
“What do you want? If you’re just here to annoy me then get out. I have a lot of things to do.”
“You will be leaving in the morning, so I will not see you off. I do hate how I am in the day time.”
“I can’t tell you how sad that makes me.”
Enver looked at him with those inhuman eyes. Waldo could see the amusement there. He only took pleasure in the pain of others.
“You know Waldo I want to help you survive your First Quest.” Reaching into a pocket he drew out a folded piece of paper. Knowing better than to step any further into the room he gave a flick of his bony wrist and tossed it across the floor to land near Waldo’s feet.
Waldo looked at the paper suspiciously and made no move to touch it. “What is it?”
“A gift.” Enver said with a bloodless smile.
Waldo did not reach for it.
“You don’t trust me?”
“Why would I?”
Enver spread his hands. “I have no reason to hurt you, and I would gain nothing from your death.”
“Except a good laugh.”
Enver gave a slight shrug and did not deny it. “It would please me more to see you return. You have always been my favorite victim, and I do miss your tears and screams.”
Waldo’s eyes flickered to the wand lying on his bed. He’d never killed anyone, but he thought he could end Enver without any regret. When he was a child the vampire had often cornered him and threatened to rip out his throat and drink him dry. Waldo had been forced to watch favorite slaves be tortured and slowly killed. Enver would never try to quiet them. He enjoyed their cries and pleas for mercy as he tore into their flesh and greedily drank their blood. As they were being killed the slaves would always turn to him for mercy. Those pleas had always bothered Waldo more than the actual killings. Slaves were common and easy to replace.
The way they would look at him though, the way they would beg him
Waldo knew better. Except for his mother, this was the most dangerous person who lived here.
Enver cast his eyes down on the bare stone floor. There were no markings there to see.
“It always amazes me how many protective wards and trap spells you have in your room.” Enver said in that slightly superior mocking tone he always used. Being what he was he could sense the magic, though all the runes and inscriptions were inverted and hidden from view.
“Do you think I’d be able to sleep at night without them? I swear zombies have short term memory loss. Walter keeps trying to sneak in here; I keep finding him held in place.”
Enver gave a slight shrug. “You should have destroyed him long ago.” The condescension was just a little more blatant. “It’s hard to believe you are her son. Why she let such a weak, defective creature as you live past childhood is a mystery to me.”
“Did you come here for something or did you just want to get in a few more insults before I leave?”
Enver’s head shook in mock disappointment. “No need to be hostile, have I ever harmed you?”
“You threatened to kill me all the time when I was growing up.”
“Well I am a vampire. You looked like such a tasty treat when you were little.” His inky lips peeled back in a ghoulish grin. “Truth to tell, I would still like to have some of your blood.”
“If you ever tried that I would kill you.” Waldo said and meant it. He felt sympathy for the slaves and even for Walter. Enver was different. The vampire had tormented him constantly until he took on the robes, and he had done it just for his own amusement.
“I have never actually harmed you.” Enver reminded him.
“Only because my mother gave you a direct order to never touch any of her children.”
Enver nodded. “More is the pity. It’s boring only being able to torture the slaves.”
“What do you want? If you’re just here to annoy me then get out. I have a lot of things to do.”
“You will be leaving in the morning, so I will not see you off. I do hate how I am in the day time.”
“I can’t tell you how sad that makes me.”
Enver looked at him with those inhuman eyes. Waldo could see the amusement there. He only took pleasure in the pain of others.
“You know Waldo I want to help you survive your First Quest.” Reaching into a pocket he drew out a folded piece of paper. Knowing better than to step any further into the room he gave a flick of his bony wrist and tossed it across the floor to land near Waldo’s feet.
Waldo looked at the paper suspiciously and made no move to touch it. “What is it?”
“A gift.” Enver said with a bloodless smile.
Waldo did not reach for it.
“You don’t trust me?”
“Why would I?”
Enver spread his hands. “I have no reason to hurt you, and I would gain nothing from your death.”
“Except a good laugh.”
Enver gave a slight shrug and did not deny it. “It would please me more to see you return. You have always been my favorite victim, and I do miss your tears and screams.”
Waldo’s eyes flickered to the wand lying on his bed. He’d never killed anyone, but he thought he could end Enver without any regret. When he was a child the vampire had often cornered him and threatened to rip out his throat and drink him dry. Waldo had been forced to watch favorite slaves be tortured and slowly killed. Enver would never try to quiet them. He enjoyed their cries and pleas for mercy as he tore into their flesh and greedily drank their blood. As they were being killed the slaves would always turn to him for mercy. Those pleas had always bothered Waldo more than the actual killings. Slaves were common and easy to replace.
The way they would look at him though, the way they would beg him
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