Waldron and Emmalia IC

Emmalia watched the priest silently. Though she was burning with a fever, she could hear the priest's heart rate increase every second he was near her, and the same for the servants. "Yes. Here we are. I take it you're insinuating that he was more concerned with the color of my blood. Or was that just you?" She eyed over the servants until they shifted uncomfortably and looked away, then she turned her gaze to the priest.

"If you're concerned about that, know this: if I were going to kill you, you'd all have died before you know I was awake. Make what judgments about me that you will, assume whatever you want. I am not a threat unless you make me one." She didn't look away from the priest as she spoke, and she kept her voice impassive. She could beg, try to explain, but that was not something she was willing to do.
 
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The priest flicked the bloody rag, splatters of the black liquid seeping into the cracks of the stone floor. He nodded as she threatened him, not looking directly at her. The holy man looked up at her when she was actually done speaking "You do know your friend is a undead hunter, yes? All I have to say is that you actually are a vampire yourself and he'll be back in here with either more of those...'Dread Knights' or whatever they're called or he'll just do it by himself. And by the condition you're in, I doubt it'd be that hard." He stood up, washing his hands over in a basin "Although you helped the town, which i'm eternally grateful for, and the fact that I don't think your friend is the smartest...Not many knights actually are, now that I think about it. So I suppose I owe you, and I won't tell him, nor do I think he'll fully believe it without further statement" The priest smiled, with a small twist to it.
 
Emmalia scoffed quietly. "I don't have fangs, and my eyes are green. There are multiple possible causes of black blood, and my eye color directly contradicts vampirism." She glanced over at the servants to make sure they weren't getting any ideas, then she looked back at the priest.

"It's good that you see us as even and paid. It is also fair. But you can stop trying to use Waldron against me. He will make a decision on his own. The consequences of that are between myself and him. You're not involved." Her words were very clearly spoken and had a force behind them. Just in case the priest thought that he could try to blackmail her, it would be best to make it clear that it wouldn't work. Now as to the problem with Waldron... perhaps it would be best of she ran away then and there.
 
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The priest sat back down in the chair nodding "Right, right. Of course everything adds up against it, of course there isn't anything that could hide it?" He shrugged, although sarcastically "Or just magic that can read it." He leaned back, coughing "Although, like I said. I won't tell him a word. You're right, it's an issue between you two adventurers, and if you continue with this kind of work, I don't foresee any problem between us." The priest stood up, opening the door and leaving with his lackeys. "Look who showed up..." Waldron pushed past the smaller man, standing in the door way with his fists balled up. His armor was gleaming at this point, his crimson red cloak thrown over his shoulders. "Looking like a true knight" The priest chipped in and smiled before walking off hastily. Waldron was thinking, he didn't know what to think actually. Who the hell was standing in front of him...And her blood. Waldron looked across the floor at the stains, and cursed something to himself. But other than that, he stayed silent. Looking across the room at Emmalia with his seemingly empty and dark helmet.
 
Emmalia glared the the priest as he left, then looked up at Waldron. His appearance, stature, and demeanor didn't scare her, but rather made her feel bad for having deceived him. Evidently he wouldn't be the first to speak, thoigh, so she started the conversation. "Your heartbeat is terribly high right now. You might want to sit down for a bit." Such an arbitrary point ought to break the ice.

She sighed audibly and sat on the slab and pulled her knees up to her chest, a position that made her look almost child-like. "You must be thinking horrible things about me, and I wouldn't blame you. I don't know what you're assuming about my blood. About me about everything. I ask you to be honest with me about your thoughts. But I do also ask you to recognize that I've done no wrong in the time we've been together."
 
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There was a loud snap in Waldron's left hand, the hand he had been concealing under his cloak. Two bits of a thin silver stake fell to the floor. Then Waldron sighed, moving over to the seat the priest had previously occupied.
"Emmalia, I respect you as a friend and a comrade who has helped me in battle...But this, if what i'm thinking is true. It goes against everything i've ever promised. But you're not evil...That's not hard to see." He went silent for a moment, struggling with what he could possibly say, what was there to say. After a few seconds, he looked up "I'm not going to kill you. You've saved my life at least two times, and helped the common good many times over. If that's not enough to prove to people to look past...What you are, then I don't think anything is. Just remember that if you do actually do something...vile, or if you did and you're just hiding it. I won't think twice when I figure out." Maybe what he said was a bit cruel, but it got the point across. Waldron did respect her, she was helping others selflessly. But if she did turn over to whatever tempting force coax's most vampires to slaughter and bloodshed, he would do something. Yet, for now, Waldron was looking at a friend and comrade. Hopefully one he wouldn't turn on.
 
Emmalia watched the silver shards fall to the ground, then looked up to Waldron. So he had planned to kill her? "Let us not beat around the bush. I will admit to you that I am a vampire. But I never asked for this. I've killed more vampires than you knew ever existed. I'm the only sane one I've ever met. I don't kill people to eat, I kill animals. Unlike other vampires, I have very little dark magic. It tempts me to go over the edge. That's why I started shaking and froze as your armor gained so much dark magic." She smiled ruefully and shook her head.

"I could have lied. But I trust you enough." She looked out the doorway, then back at him. "I am still ill. But I don't trust the priest and his men. If I could, I'd rather return to the inn. "
 
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Waldron nodded at her statement, thinking with his pointer and thumb on his chin, or rather where his chin would be if it wasn't for his helmet. "Let's not continue dragging on about this." He pushed himself up, moving to the door and looking over at the priest, who was discussing something with his men, not focused on what those two were doing.
Waldron agreed with Emmalia about her statement about getting the hell out of here, so he waved to her quickly and walked out of the church, not even giving the men a slight wave for goodbye. Not likely that anyone was going to stop someone like him for a goodbye or even expect one from him.

As Emmalia most likely followed with him, he looked back at her "So, what exactly did he say to you? From what I could gather he didn't seem like the shining and kind example of a priest that most of them try to be." They passed a small bag slightly hidden under an empty shopkeep's table and he stooped to pick it up. It was his bag, packed full of provisions to make sure that they didn't need to stop anywhere near this town. Waldron didn't want to admit it out of principle, but he was also suspicious of the priest.
 
Emmalia followed Waldron out. As she passed the priest she gave him a look that clearly told him to never mess with her in any way ever again. When they were outaide, Emmalia could actually feel a slight chill from the night air, thanks to her fever. Luckily it was still dark out so the fact that her sleeve was missing and the blood on her shirt was hidden.

"Well he made what sounded like threats of vlackmail, tried to make himself sound benevolent by saying we were even, tried to use you as a bargaining chip, and general other niceties." Emmalia led him to the inn, where she picked up her provisions, then they could continue on to wherever they needed to get. Behind them, she assumed, would soon be mass chaos if that news got out that she was a vampire, and she assumed it soon would.
 
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Waldron chuckled a bit as they entered the inn "Using me!? I'll be damned if I ever become a puppet of some low priest like that. I knew he acted a bit off...A bit too concerned for his own good I suppose?" He was also thinking about the issue considering that the priest actually knew about the vampirism. He doubted someone like him would just spread word through out the populace, although he might. Waldron thought the priest would go for a more subtle approach, possibly telling guards...If this town even had any that gave two shits. Or possibly going to a mercenary band, or another band of knights that was even more fanatical than Waldron. Maybe even his own. If other Dread Knights showed up with opposing views as Waldron...That wouldn't turn out well, and the more he thought about it, the more he just wanted to distance himself.
 
"So it seemed," she said. They continued walking on and on until finally, quietly she murmured, "Waldron... with this fever, I'm going to drop. I don't think I can go much further at all." Vulnerability was not something she was used to at all, and it was rather unsettling for her. But she honestly didn't know how much longer she could go before she collapsed. Luckily, they soon got to a small clearing where they could bed down for the night. As they set up, she started shivering slightly.
 
Waldron nodded, he took his cloak off the back of his armor, tossing it to her. "Hope that helps for a bit. I'll get a fire started...Although i'm surprised that you got a fever at all, what with you being..." He didn't think he had to say it. Shrugging, he took a few steps around the woods, looking for dead wood and bark to help start a fire. Something easily done with his history. After a few moments, he sat down, pulling out his small bag and grabbing his food. He then pulled his helmet off, as if he had done it a hundred times and it was no big deal. It revealed his relatively young seeming age, and longer dark brown hair. Although he made it seem like a big deal earlier, Waldron didn't seem to care around Emmalia anymore.
 
"My body changes the effects of poisons, spells, the like. I can't get sick like a normal person, but I can have a fever." In fact, a fever - No, she didn't know him that well yet. She may trust him, mostly. But that didn't mean she knew him enough. Or that he would care about it. She had wrapped his cloak around herself, which was easy since it was so large compared to her, and sat down at the base of a tree. Then he did something strange, and removed his helm.

Emmalia stared at him in silence for a moment, then smiled. For the first time around him, she smiled. "I'm the sick one? Something must be wrong with you," she joked, then shook her head. "Why now? We've traveled together over a week, now you take it off? I assumed you had scarring or something."
 
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Waldron had been biting on a small piece of jerky, then looked up with an eyebrow raised when she made her joke "Scarring?" He laughed for a bit "That's one of the reasons why I wear the helmet, to stop that from happening! I'm also taking it off because I trust you, you told me a secret and well, I don't know if my face is really a 'secret' but here we are, I finally took off my helmet." He took another bite, looking down at his pointed helmet.
"I'm supposed to wear this to scare people, the whole principle with undead being, well, immune to fear, is that whoever doesn't flinch around us is a target of suspicion, or they're just not stupid enough to feed into the superstition that we're horrible knights. I don't really believe in the whole scaring the hell out of everyone I meet thing, but it definitely does help with interrogating or simply trying to get answers."
 
Emmalia chuckled quietly and shook her head. "I never flinched. You didn't catch me til I was hurt... and anyway, undead do feel fear." She shrugged a little bit and looked away. "Not all of them. I don't even know about most of them. It depends on a few things." At no point did she mention herself, and that was on purpose.

Though Emmalia was undead, that wasn't why she had little fear. In fact, if it weren't for her wish to get revenge on some people, she honestly wished she were dead. Even in her own mind, what she was was an abomination. Merely a monster with more control than others.
 
Waldron rubbed his palm against a spot on his helmet, thinking to himself for a moment "Zombies, skeletons, ghosts...It goes on really. At least those kinds are the ones that don't feel fear, since they're usually servants and all. But things like revenants are a whole other story, just really pissed off dead people that will their way back into life to finish some unfinished business."
He cleared his throat, smiling awkwardly as he set the helmet down "Sorry, i'm getting ahead of myself. Though I suppose that's what 5 years of undead hunting does to you." He looked at the fire for a moment, obviously thinking back on something with a cross face.
 
Emmalia noticed the sudden change in his demeanor. It was not a pleasant one, so she said, "It's been six years for me. Well, six dead, and maybe a year of not really knowing what I was doing while I was alive. I had other jobs back then, though."

Emmalia leaned back against the tree and pulled his cloak around her more tightly. "Your heat rate changed again. What's bugging you?" She didn't expect him to really trust her, she could only hope that he would be willing to tell her what was bothering him so much.
 
"Situations like this." He said, leaning up and putting his helmet back on "Happens way too many times for me. Sit around with friends discussing things that we'd like to kill or just dangerous monsters out there that would be interesting to fight. In reality it's a hell of a lot scarier when you actually fight them." He remembered for a few moments back to his days before the knighthood, before he became the grim undead hunter. He was a soldier, and he remembered a situation exactly like this, except instead of one person standing with him, it was 9 others. Waldron leaned toward the fire, thinking. More then half died when...He didn't want to think about that. But the others? Hell if he knew, probably mercenaries, or still in the army? No, no one would stay there after that. He sighed, taking off his helmet again and downing something from a canteen, something to ease his thoughts, hopefully.
 
Emmalia could smell the alcohol in his canteen. It wasn't any weak stuff, either. Evidently some memory of a "situation like this" was upsetting to him; it was understandable. She sighed quietly; to question further would be rude and honestly cruel. "It is. But fear is human, as are mistakes." Assuming that that would be a good note to end the conversation on, Emmalia pulled the the hood of his cloak over her head. "I'm going to sleep. Good night."

Em was spared the pain of sun on her skin, thanks to Waldron's cloak being wrapped around her. Therefore, unlike normal mornings, that wasn't what woke her. It was a sound, not a sensation. And the sound was getting closer. Immediately she sat up. "Waldron! Wake up!" She stood and tossed him his cloak while she tried to figure out which direction the barking was coming from. "That damned priest set the dogs on me. If you want to stay with me, you can, or you could stay here - they're not hunting you, I'm sure." No, they'd not hunt the human. Only her. Only the monster.
 
There was a yelping sound from behind a tree directly behind where Waldron was sleeping. Apparently Waldron had already made his decision. He turned the corner to catch his cloak, his sword splattered in a small amount of blood. "I doubt he'll send just his dogs, there's multiple mercenary groups in this region that don't give two shits where their money comes from. Lets get somewhere up hill, running back the way we came is out of the question though..." He looked around for a moment, gripping his sword. "You're the one with the heightened senses, know which way to go?"
 
"I know where not to go, so we're set." Emmalia led him away into the woods. While she could have easily outrun them, he couldn't. They'd have to be strategic in how they went where they did, so she led him North West. She could smell running water in that direction. As they moved, she was searching through her pack until she found a new shirt - one that wasn't covered in black blood and missing a sleeve. Once they waded through a shallow river, she tossed him her pack to hold. "Don't look. The water will have washed most of the scent away, but this shirt, it needs to go. Don't look."

She turned away from him and took off her armoured bodice, then her gauntlets and finally her shirt. Her skin was bare for only seconds before she was again fully dressed. Arming up took only moments, then she took her pack back. "Thanks," was all she said before they started again.
 
Waldron followed silently for the duration of the time, knowing full well he couldn't out run dogs, so it depended on either fighting or throwing them off, and it looked like throwing them off. When they approached the river, he did turn around. He was more concerned about who was following them at this point and where the hell they would be coming from. And sure as hell. Shouting. He could see their dark forms following after them through the woods. They weren't too heavily armored, none wearing armor as strong as Waldron's. Yet they still maintained a fearsome appearance, most wearing leather armor with metal helmets, cowls covering their lower faces. Wielding swords and shields, backed up with men visibly armed with crossbows in the back. They all wore the same colors of marsh green somewhere on their uniform to mark themselves as allies. "Emmalia! We have to go!" Waldron snarled after she took her bag back. Fighting that many men was impossible, yet the two had quite the lead on them to start running now, might as well not waste it. And Waldron wouldn't. He waded past the river before running farther into the woods.
 
Emmalia tossed down her old shirt and started running again, but at a pace Waldron could keep up with. She could hear the men following, but she knew that they had enough of a head start to not have to worry, even about long-range. And while she didn't like Waldron's snarling at her, she didn't say anything. "We manage to keep far enough ahead, we can shake them, then disguise ourselves, trust me." Her only hope was that he had enough endurance to keep up with his armor. If he slowed down, she wasn't sure if they could keep ahead for long.
 
Waldron kept pushing himself in the armor, cursing it's weight many times over. But it seemed like they had gained enough ground to lose the mercenaries for the time being as they advanced into the open road. Waldron, gasping in between breaths at this point, pointed to a small farm to their left, more specifically at the wheat-field. "We can lose them in there...Or at least I hope they won't think to check there."He began advancing towards the farmland, albeit extremely slowly at this point, towards the wheat-field. He used his prevalent exhaustion slowing him down as an excuse to thoroughly survey the area to make sure there was no one watching him, which he was fairly certain there wasn't.
 
Emmalia looked over at the field, then back to Waldron. "Once we're in that field, we can't move at all. That wheat is only... four feet? It'll work, but again, we won't be able to move." Therefore, if they were wrong, they couldn't risk bolting prematurely. Then again, using the time they had before the others came, they could probably get pretty seep into the field. But him first; she could assist him if needed, then sprint into hiding.
 
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