I have just agreed to be the fool that shall play bait. Well, there shall be no way that I shall allow my beloved to become bait. The only one that shall be attacking her is me. And let me tell you this, I much rather want to be somewhere else than here, for I have three men, whom I believe are Leviathans that are making somewhat of a nervous stroll up to me. One shall think he shall launch himself at me and turn my insides out, but no. He is, with his two friends in tow, coming up to me rather slow and ominously.

And then.

The man is in front of me so fast that one would think that he is a Vampire. I watch as he unhooks his jaw and opens it so wide that his entire face has become a set of teeth, but wait, that godawful split tongue seems to horrify me even more than the teeth. I know that any minute now, he is going to make mince of my face. But then I do remember the dagger that I hold in my hand. Now my great idea to take him from behind is just not happening. The thing is so fast, and he just does not miss any move that I make.

So it is really frantically that I try to outsmart him with my own speed, to avail, the man and those teeth are determined to make me his meal for only but a very few minutes until he moves on his neck. I am not even coming close enough to make the tiniest slice in this throat. The boys should surely be far better at this. It is making me consider that they have done this only to have their few minutes of entertainment.

But wait, I have completely forgotten about the two other men that were approaching; they seem to have not turned into this dreadful monster. Perhaps they are waiting their turn at having a piece at me. I guess that saying os sharing is caring is definitely a reality. Now that person that also said that your life flashes before your eyes should be shot or fed to this creature, for believing me, the only thing that is flashing in front of my eye is the razor-sharp teeth of the thing that is about to mutilate me.

Then something rather strange does occur, the two men that have been standing there like they have been waiting for something, come towards me. And yes, I have just met my maker. I am going to be ripped to pieces by something that I cannot even pronounce the name. So it is with a final look that I look over to my beloved, which in the far distance I can see her biting those blood-red nails.

And then it happens.

The one mane retrieves a dragger, pretty much the same as what I am holding, and with the greatest of ease, detaches the head of the creature. He rather strangely takes the head and gives it to the other man beside him, "Burn it," I hear him say, nearly falling on my face at his bold request. But I do not care what they burn on the monster's body; I want to know who they are.

"Please accept my gratitude," but before my words even run course, I see the very man with the dagger step closer to me.

"You are a Vampire?"

"Well, I am glad that you noticed. Now would you kindly not point that thing at my chest."

"What are you doing in the alley? Busy killing some helpless woman?"

"No, my beloved does not approve of me drinking from a woman."

He looks at me rather oddly and continues his question. "You are not from around here?"

"Well, I am glad that you notice that. So seeing that I am not from here, you cannot kill me."

"Who are you?"

"Sebastian Belmont, and I, my friend, are from London. Now kindly return the favor and tell me who you might be. And for god sakes, take that dagger away from my chest."

Much to my relief, I hear as Daniel's voice comes from behind me, now if I think the man is here to help me, he only but encourages the two to tab a literal stab at me. Yet I am not yet easily going to give up, and something does make me believe that he knows who the two are that is yes about to make a rather large hole through my body. And as he speaks, my suspicion is confirmed.

"Well, is it not Alard and Raj, what finds you here in this alley?"

"Ah, you know, a bit of this and that. Felt like getting myself some action," the man called Raj says.

The man named Alard then adds, "We have been tracking these Levitians for a while now. Thanks to you bait here, we are closing in on them."

"Well," I exciting say, "Now my beloved and I can return home."

For a brief second the Hunters, stop closer to me, but Daniel pushes his hands in the way, "He is good; the man has been helping us a lot. So we kind of return the favor not to kill him. Though some days I do regret my choice in doing so."

The entire group of men finds this somewhat amusing, where I, I am just thankful I have not been turned into a ball of mess. Well, the creature, for somehow did not realize that I am a Vampire, for there is not much left of my organs inside to feast from.

So I leave the boys behind to play catch up, and we, Anastasia, our dear Zachariah, and I much gratefully make our return back home. Well, that is what I thought. As we find our way in the cab on the way to the airport, the drive does act somewhat oddly, way too oddly for my concern. The is something truly wrong with this man. Or he has, as they would say, fell into the bottle. And the odd description that I do remember from my early years as a human, for I too fell too deep into the bottle on plenty occasions, and that is to entice the female kind.

But regardless of this, we are nearing the airport, and then, much to my surprise, the man does not turn down the slipway that shall take us there. In fact, he goes into a completely different area, far into what seems like an old industrial areal. My beloved that has grown rather concerned, softly whispers to me.

"Sebastian, where are we going?"

"My beloved that I cannot tell you, but I do believe that it cannot be any good."

Our Vampire hunter that is now too concerned tries to make sense of our surroundings and to where this man is taking us. He had come from the Americas himself before he settled his business in London. The concern has also grown on his face us none of us, first of all, know who the man is, and second, we do not know where he is taking us.

Soon we find ourselves going up a dark, deserted road, which has now become far too often. There is an eery light that is casting into the buildings creating a very ominous mood. The further we head between the warehouse, we soon come close to what appears to be the docks. Now I have heard of Mafia Bosses doing ungodly things to people out in this area. I can safely say that I have not ever known one, and I somehow doubt that we are being taken to one. So with a new brave intent, I call for the man.

"Where are you taking us?" I ask.

"Well, can you not see?"

"Yes, my friend, I can see, but why are you taking us here?"

"Would you not love to know, now shut your mouth. I do not want to listen to you whine; I am much rather going to enjoy hearing you scream."

"Well, my friend, if you have taken us hostage, then you would know who I am. My kind does not scream."

"We shall see about that soon."

With that, he turns up his awful music as he wishes to not hear my voice. If he does know who I am, does this mean we are taken to another Vampire? Or perhaps it is the leader of those Levithians. Even perhaps it can be the two Hunters that we came across now. The possibilities are endless. But then again we have a human with us or is he but just in the way. Well, whichever we are, we shall soon find out, for we have just reached our destination, which conveniently seems to be a deserted warehouse right next to the docks.

So the annoying little man forces us one by one out the car; as another man approaches, they proceed to tie our hands behind our backs. The second mand shows for us to follow while the one at the back holds a gun to our backs. Well, this man is truly stupid, for he should know that is not a way you kill a Vampire, yes, a human, though.

Then is sits us down onto the floor into a rather filthy pond of water. And in he walks.