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Lance held out his hand, "So, wait, you're telling me they are after the most dangerous book in Earth's history, and all they want is to reverse a little vampirism?"
Merlin nodded.
He let out a big sigh, rubbing his forehead back and forth a moment. To him, it had only been a few minutes, but it seemed that years had passed on earth. Time was funny when all one had was eternity to look forward too.
"You realize..." He started, but Merlin cut him off.
"No, that's impossible. The last page was torn from the book a long time ago. There's no way they could find it. It's not even in the same country."
Lance looked at him for a moment, but then gave it up. There was no point for the man to lie to him. Nothing more to gain, or lose, the bets were all done, and now it was time to finally put down the hands.
"They're not the only ones looking for it, are they?"
He shook his head.
"Who's following them?"
Merlin's long face, which looked so handsome in the golden light, seemed trouble all of a sudden. It seemed so out of place with the beauty around them.
"Two groups. A renegade party, mostly of strong vampires seeking more power than they have. Also Vladimir."
Why wasn't he surprised. Was there nothing that this man wanted? It seemed like things were just getting too hot. Too many things falling in place, it was scary.
Lance could honestly say for the first time in a couple hundred years he was scared.
"So, you want me to go down and stop them? Is that it?"
Again, his face turned to that of trouble.
"No, not really. The book being found isn't the important part. In fact, it's better if it is found, cause then we can destroy it, and not have to deal with an artifact of such power to still be on the planet. One can not harness the books power without the alter, so it can't be destroyed anywhere but there."
Lance paused for a moment, letting that seep in.
"What? You're not asking me to help them, are you?"
Merlin nodded, "It'll be for the best. They are the ones with the rings, and there is enough muscle and brain to protect the book, not to mention the Listener."
"Listener?"
"Yes," he nodded again," A psychic in their midsts, she isn't the best, but at least she's trustable. Well, at least..."
His ears picked up," Yes?"
"Nothing. It's nothing. the important part is that you need to help them through the cave. Even with a Listener, they don't have a chance. Do you still remember?"
Lance took in a big breath, he concentrated for a moment, digging deeper into himself, trying to get it out. After a moment he looked up.
"Yes, I was the one that put it in there so many centuries ago. It's a little fuzzy, but I think I can get it out again."
For just a moment a dark and sinister look came over him. Lance had to look twice at the elderly man before him, but in the same instant that it was there, it vanished. Nothing more than a weird shadow.
"Good. Then things might just be right in the world once more. And we can put all of this behind us. Just two more things Lance."
He was listening.
"Once the book is destroyed, so are you. You will die as soon as your task is done."
Lance nodded.
"And secondly, don't let anyone read too much of that book. Even the bravest soul can be tempted by some of the spells in there. There's no telling what can happen."
"I won't let it leave my sight."
Merlin walked up to him, putting his hands on Lance's face. He looked up at the man, an old brave soul, someone he had called father once. Sure, he hated the man, but he respected him as well. It was a doubled edged sword, it always was.
"Have a nice life," Merlin kissed his forhead.
And all of a sudden he was falling.
Merlin nodded.
He let out a big sigh, rubbing his forehead back and forth a moment. To him, it had only been a few minutes, but it seemed that years had passed on earth. Time was funny when all one had was eternity to look forward too.
"You realize..." He started, but Merlin cut him off.
"No, that's impossible. The last page was torn from the book a long time ago. There's no way they could find it. It's not even in the same country."
Lance looked at him for a moment, but then gave it up. There was no point for the man to lie to him. Nothing more to gain, or lose, the bets were all done, and now it was time to finally put down the hands.
"They're not the only ones looking for it, are they?"
He shook his head.
"Who's following them?"
Merlin's long face, which looked so handsome in the golden light, seemed trouble all of a sudden. It seemed so out of place with the beauty around them.
"Two groups. A renegade party, mostly of strong vampires seeking more power than they have. Also Vladimir."
Why wasn't he surprised. Was there nothing that this man wanted? It seemed like things were just getting too hot. Too many things falling in place, it was scary.
Lance could honestly say for the first time in a couple hundred years he was scared.
"So, you want me to go down and stop them? Is that it?"
Again, his face turned to that of trouble.
"No, not really. The book being found isn't the important part. In fact, it's better if it is found, cause then we can destroy it, and not have to deal with an artifact of such power to still be on the planet. One can not harness the books power without the alter, so it can't be destroyed anywhere but there."
Lance paused for a moment, letting that seep in.
"What? You're not asking me to help them, are you?"
Merlin nodded, "It'll be for the best. They are the ones with the rings, and there is enough muscle and brain to protect the book, not to mention the Listener."
"Listener?"
"Yes," he nodded again," A psychic in their midsts, she isn't the best, but at least she's trustable. Well, at least..."
His ears picked up," Yes?"
"Nothing. It's nothing. the important part is that you need to help them through the cave. Even with a Listener, they don't have a chance. Do you still remember?"
Lance took in a big breath, he concentrated for a moment, digging deeper into himself, trying to get it out. After a moment he looked up.
"Yes, I was the one that put it in there so many centuries ago. It's a little fuzzy, but I think I can get it out again."
For just a moment a dark and sinister look came over him. Lance had to look twice at the elderly man before him, but in the same instant that it was there, it vanished. Nothing more than a weird shadow.
"Good. Then things might just be right in the world once more. And we can put all of this behind us. Just two more things Lance."
He was listening.
"Once the book is destroyed, so are you. You will die as soon as your task is done."
Lance nodded.
"And secondly, don't let anyone read too much of that book. Even the bravest soul can be tempted by some of the spells in there. There's no telling what can happen."
"I won't let it leave my sight."
Merlin walked up to him, putting his hands on Lance's face. He looked up at the man, an old brave soul, someone he had called father once. Sure, he hated the man, but he respected him as well. It was a doubled edged sword, it always was.
"Have a nice life," Merlin kissed his forhead.
And all of a sudden he was falling.