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The Problem with Vampires

xStarletx

A/N: Well you guys, here we are! The first in the Aria vs... Series. ARIA vs. MERLIN! well not really, but still it's gonna be funny! The point is that this promises to be entertaining, if you're interested in Aria visit my DA page (link is on my profile here) I won't be putting Part 2 up until I get at least 5 views, and it's a short fic, it should be done after 3 chapters =) Then I move onto the next story... ARIA vs. VOLDEMORT! (hint, she sets his house on fire!) So you like it? REVIEW!

Part 1

The night sky was clouded that evening. The moon only visible through the wispy clouds when the wind saw it fit to bare the moon to the ones waiting for the pale light to illuminate the night world. The three silently crept through the trees, their eyes not needing the light of the pale half moon. Their footsteps quick and soundless so the quarry they stalked so effortlessly didn't know that they were there, not aware that they were in fact the prey. The clouds moved briefly baring the moon, the light draping across the canopy filtering through the branches. The leader turned her dark purple eyes to the sky and lifted a hand and whipped it across her vision. The clouds immediately covered the moon again painting the world in darkness once more. She turned to her two companions, a man and a woman each a waiting her orders.

"You, follow the left flank." She ordered the male. Her voice was nothing but a mere whisper softer than the sound of a leaf falling from a tree. He nodded solemnly, his hand resting on her shoulder, squeezing it encouragingly in a silent farewell. He disappeared following the group of shadowy figures following a man on horseback. His silvery hair was hidden by his blue cloak with the white fox fur trim. He disappeared silently in the night, tracking his prey effortlessly.

"You, follow the right flank." She ordered the female companion. The woman smiled deviously, her sharp canines glittering in the darkness. She nodded curtly and took off in pursuit of her soon to be victims. The black haired girl turned, her purple eyes glinting in the light of the waning moon, and then took off after the last group heading towards the east, she could only hope that one of these groups led them to the nest and they could finally lead the area out of their infested darkness.

Arthur watched as the visiting Lord Vlad of Wallachia from a mountainous town in the snowy Kievan Rus, where he was a Prince, rode into the city. The first rays of light were dancing upon the horizon and Vlad seemed to be racing them back to the castle. Arthur never really trusted the man, he was quiet and disconcerting, his eyes were hollow and distrusting, and ever since that man had arrived the blood sucking pestilence had been terrorizing his people. He said they had followed him, that they were curse upon his his house and he must destroy them, and if the rulers of Camelot wanted to get rid of them, well they'd have to help to him. So far they had only managed to lose more good men and innocent villagers. The only solution so far was shutting the towns off from the rest of Camelot, barring the massive gates at night and enforcing a curfew, everyone in by sundown. Those who didn't arrive on time were locked out and left to feed the horde of undead blood sucking demons.

Beside him, watching on as Lord Vlad and his men retreated into the safety of the castle, was Merlin, his faithful manservant. Arthur scowled, they carried no signs that they had been any less successful then the last nights raiding party. He would do better riding out into the night to stop the vicious hordes.

"They were no more victorious than last night, what is the point of this aimless riding if nothing is getting done?" Arthur asked his companion. Merlin shrugged.

"Well he can't very well bring the bodies back to Camelot with him, we don't know if they actually stay dead, or what happens when they do die." Merlin replied. Arthur scowled at him.

"I should ride out next night, I should fight. I am the future King of Camelot. I should be helping to protect my people." Arthur growled, as excepted his companion became particularly flustered as he always did when Arthur planned to put himself into danger. Arthur smiled despite himself, Merlin was the closest thing he had to a friend, he valued the care and concern the raven haired male often exhibited.

"We don't know how to stop them Arthur! We've watched them swarm their victims from this very wall, you know that would be suicide!" Merlin's logic urged him, Arthur turned his mockingly startled stare to Merlin's unwavering clear blue eyes which were pleading with him to see the sanity in his argument.

"I know you're right, but we must do something. I feel so useless." Arthur sighed, admitting defeat, he looked back out to the road leading to the castle gates. He could make out a few of the zombie like monsters prowling around the abandoned streets looking for anything they could sink their fangs into. He had been told some unfortunate villagers who had been late had become the unfortunate dinner for the horde, joining ranks with the undead shortly after. Arthur winced at the rising sun, he had been up all night. At least he could rest knowing that, so far, the only thing that stopped these creatures was the sun light. As he walked back, along the high turrets towards the door leading back down towards the palace, Arthur caught sight of a silver bolt rushing between the sleepy houses. Arthur squinted and realized it was a massive silver dog, or at least he thought it was a dog, but by the sheer size it might have been a wolf. The large animal paused and turned its eyes up to Arthur, staring at him with the clearest blue eyes Arthur had ever seen on an animal. It then raised its head towards the lightening early morning sky and howled. The sound was hauntingly chilled, as if it came from a creature not of the mortal world, and Arthur shivered.

"What was that?" Merlin asked, coming to stand beside Arthur. Arthur glanced to his companion and then turned to point out the spectral like wolf but it wasn't there anymore. Arthur shook his head.

"I must be more tired than I thought." Arthur mumbled to himself. Merlin pet his shoulder softly, Arthur smiled at the warm gesture, liking it when the other man touched him. It made him feel more human then prince.

"Get some rest Arthur, you know you need it." He urged, ushering the yawning Prince towards the door.

"You need your rest too Merlin, you didn't need to stay up with me all night. I thank you for that. Take the rest of the day off." Arthur rewarded his faithful servant. Merlin smiled his thanks to the Prince, who shot one last glance at the shadowy streets before going through the door. A good morning's rest and he'll be as good as new.

Isaac had taken his smaller wolf form so he could follow after his quarry without alarming him with his usual massive size. The group, led by a man on a great black stallion led them to the massive and heavily guarded city of Camelot. Camelot was the crowned jewel of the Christians reign against the old magic. Why would a group of vampires ride straight into the city and how had they not been figured out? Isaac watched in his form as the group fled into the castle before the rays of the rising sun had even broken over the citadel's walls. Isaac didn't want to chance entrance into the castle in his human form lest he be recognized as something less than human. Not that he couldn't get out of such a situation with ease. It was more that he never really enjoyed fighting humans and only did when his two companions needed him to. Or the humans were stupid enough to attack them and continue to attack. He paused in the streets using his senses to pick up an abnormal movement amongst the sleep cottages. A lot of people were crowded into the main hall of the castle, no doubt unable to stay in their villages in fear of being terrorized and above him, on the high walls of the castle were two men, one of which a strong magical being. This person was almost, but not nearly, as strong as Isaac's Slayer and the other a mere mortal that bared quite a resemblance to himself. Isaac narrowed his eyes at the young blond mortal watching him carefully and then howled to the sky in his most regal voice. Singing to the setting moon warning all Vampires in the area that a werewolf was in fact in the city and there to hunt them all to extinction.

Isaac continued towards the castle, knowing he'd have to get into it to find the Vampire Coven master, who was somewhere here in the castle. He could sense it as he playfully skipping along the cobble stones like an energetic normal dog. Every now and then Isaac would stop and sniff the areas. To any human glancing out to see what the ungodly howling was about would see a dog scrounging for food. When in fact it was an Arctic Werewolf searching for vampires amidst an entire village of mortals. This was a surprisingly easy task for Isaac. They smelt different from the ordinary mortals, a mixture of fresh and molded blood mixed with the smell of internal decay. Not to mention they didn't have heart beats, to his trained ears they sounded hollow, empty, and unnatural. They were also, all inside the castle.

Isaac got into the castle through the servants quarters, making his way through the stone hallways carefully sniffing out the different Vampires attempting to pick out which scent was the strongest for that would lead to the Coven Master. He was largely ignored by those who were walking by, for who would really take notice of a quiet dog padding softly on the cold stones his nose twitching as it sniffed at the air, or the floor and sometimes random doors or people. His search took him through the castle, following one peculiar scent that seemed to interweave across the castle. This scent was leading him in circles or to dead ends. Isaac snorted at yet another empty room, sniffing around for any sort of clue to how long this room had been in empty abandonment. His prey knew he was here, and was attempting to confuse him. Isaac was not that easy to perplex, he knew the scents he had followed before, and the palace was running out of scents leading to nothingness. The last scent he followed took him to the great hall, where a meal was taking place, he could make out the so called Great King Uther upon his regal thrown. He was listening to a male relay tales of Vampire fights that had unfolded the night before. Isaac padded his way into the hall, knowing who was kneeling in front of the Mortal King of Realm that hated magic, scoffing at his stupidity. The foolish Mortal King thought that this man was a friend, an ally, but that was the farthest from the truth. His lip curling back Isaac started forward his threatening growl echoing into the mostly empty room. The Vampire turned, his hollow black eyes pinned in fear on Isaac who was inching forward, low to the ground, his silver fur standing on end in jagged spikes, his ears flattened to his skull.

"It iz enimpossible! You cannot be 'ear! You could not 'ave found me!" The vampire cried, wildly backing away from Isaac as he rapidly closed the distance between him and the Coven master.

"Whose hound is that?" Uther asked the crowd that consisted of servants pressing themselves to the wall or knights with swords drawn inching towards Isaac. Isaac was ready to attack and the vampire ready to flee.

"Stay avay from me demon! Be gone from zis house! You 'ave nothing else to take from me! Leave demon! I banish you!" The Vampire cried, waving his sword wildly around. Isaac ducked it and threw himself at the vampire knocking him down to the tiles forcing his white canines into his face. Immediately Isaac was swarmed by angry guards, including the blonde with the uncanny resemblance to Isaac, each were swiping at him with a massive sword. Isaac jumped narrowly missing the blade's sharp edge landing painfully on the Vampire's chest. Bending down quickly Isaac bit into the man's neck causing him to cry out in pain. Isaac then ran hoping the iced mark would take to the undead skin making him readily more visible to his slayer when she arrived. Isaac then quickly fled the room with guards giving chase including the blonde with the red jacket covered in silver studs, but Isaac was infinitely faster and lost them easily. He raced through the street and out into the lower city that was now teaming with activity. He let the blonde and his knights give chase, letting them think that they had a chance of catching him, when they didn't. As he planned they lost him in the woods, where Isaac headed towards a secluded glen. Here he would wait till nightfall to signal his slayer that he had found the Coven Master and the nest of vampires they had been hunting for the last month.

Arthur thought over what had happened that afternoon as Merlin strapped him into his armor. His spectral wolf had appeared in the court in the middle of a briefing of the night's conquests. It was large, it was scary and it was angry. It advanced on Vlad with a dangerous look in it's crystal blue icy like eyes, like it intended to kill. Vlad had panicked, clearly he knew what this was, he had seen it before, and it was clearly dangerous. The wolf had pinned Vlad in seconds and had gotten out of the castle and out run him and the other guards with ease. In fact it was almost like he was taunting them. Appearing sometimes only to disappear once more, dancing just out of reach and eventually disappearing into the trees.

"What do you think Vlad is hiding? And that wolf, he said it followed him from Kiev Rus. Why would a wolf follow him all the way here?" Arthur mused to his companion. Merlin hmmed to him slightly paying more attention to the armor he was quickly fastening then to Arthur's queries.

"I don't think that was any normal wolf, Arthur. One might say it was too odd to be normal." Merlin suggested. Arthur thought over the idea, it was certainly plausible.

"Say this wolf isn't a regular wolf, say it's magic after all, what would a magic animal want with Vlad? From what I know they don't just attack at random, not just one particular person anyways. Besides he said himself the demon's were his curse, not a wolf, why would he leave that out?" Arthur asked, the more they attempted to think of an answer even more questions were raised. Nothing added up, Vlad was up to something and he needed to figure out what it was.

"I just don't trust him Merlin, something's not right. Why don't we ever see him outside when the sun is up? How come he only goes out at night? I would have thought it was better to go out in the daylight and drive them out into the sun and watch them burn." Arthur told Merlin who handed him his sword. Merlin shrugged, he never really did seem too concerned with Vlad. In fact Merlin wasn't even that bright, but his heart was in the right place. He turned to walk out of his grand room and heard the sound of Merlin following him.

"What are you doing?" Arthur asked him, noting that Merlin had donned his dented training armor and had a short sword in his hands.

"I'm coming with you." Merlin told him. Arthur scoffed, the man couldn't fight to save his life, and trust me they had been in the situation and Merlin had been completely useless.

"No. You are going to stay here where you will be safe and not a nuisance." Arthur ordered. Merlin scowled and fidgeted with his short sword, dancing from foot to foot. He seemed almost desperate to go. Arthur smiled despite his worries, he liked how the young servant wanted to look out for him, but in all honesty it would be Arthur doing all the looking out for.

"But I can help." Merlin offered. Arthur quickly shook his head. he didn't like the idea of having to slay Merlin at some point because of his incompetence as a warrior. He didn't think he could if he had to. He liked Merlin a little too much to see him as a blood sucking night walking monster, even if he said otherwise. He was a Prince after all, he was allowed to lie and hide his true feelings.

"Merlin you are useless to me in a fight, stay here. That's a direct order. I'll see you in the morning." Arthur directed. Merlin sighed, clearly defeated for you couldn't say no to the Prince and fell back, allowing Arthur to stalk out of the room. He waited by the window, only taking his helmet off and waited. Sure enough Arthur joined the rest of the men that Uther had allowed him to take outside of Camelot's walls with Vlad and his men that night. Arthur mounted his horse, looked up to Merlin and waved. He then nudged his horse into a canter and rode out, following after Vlad. This probably was a big thing for Arthur who liked be in the lead at all times. Merlin quickly put his helmet back on and ran out of the room, orders or not he was going to help Arthur. For what the Prince didn't know was that Merlin was of the old magic, and he was more useful to Arthur then Arthur had ever imagined.

Vlad led Arthur and his men through the abandoned town all the way to forest where they rode through the trees silently. Despite himself Arthur couldn't help but look for the wolf, maybe it was still here, maybe it would attack Vlad again. Arthur was wary, he had a bad feeling about this, something was wrong. Why was Vlad taking them through the forest and not to a village? Arthur spurred his horse forward until he was beside Vlad.

"Why are we going this way?" Arthur asked. He had wished his father had given him the lead on this, but no his father thought Vlad would make a better leader in this instance. Arthur still didn't trust him.

"They don't stay in villages; they hide in the shadowy forests, mostly hiding in deep caverns. If we find the right cave we may find the coven's heart. If we find the coven's heart we'll find the coven mistress. You met one of her companions this morning." Vlad explained. Arthur thought over the reasons.

"You mean the wolf? The wolf is with the demons?" Arthur asked incredulously. Vlad was talking nonsense.

"I've told you, they're called Vampires. Vhat you don't understand is that the longer a vampire is alive the more coherent they become. The Coven mistress after me is a century old beauty who ensnares men vith her charms and her devilish viles and keeps them her unvilling prisoners. She vanted me but I escaped, and now she hunts me, even to this place." Vlad recounted. Arthur looked over Vlad's appearance. He wasn't a thin man, very husky and stout. He was a short man, at Arthur's height, and yet he was done growing where as Arthur was young and still growing. He had a long curly black beard that hung down to his chest and covered his lips. His nose was red and ruddy and those hollow untrusting black eyes always leered at you. His hair was also black and curly like his beard and there was always something stuck in his locks, whether it be food or hay from romping in the stables with the servant girls he cornered. Arthur found it hard to believe that some woman had found this man attractive and wanted him as her immortal lover. Arthur wondered what would happen if she met him? Would she decide that the most logical thing to do would be to enslave him seeing as he was much more attractive? For some reason he figured Merlin would heavily object to that and he chuckled a bit thinking about Merlin throwing a hissy fit at such a predicament.

"You find such a creature amusing Prince Arthur?" Vlad questioned. Arthur scowled, the man was so defensive.

"No, of course not, I was merely thinking about the amusing short comings of my manservant. His clumsiness never fails to amuse me." Arthur replied shortly keeping the reigns tightly in one hand. He sort of wished he had brought Merlin with him after all, he certainly could have kept the whole group amused during this travel. Suddenly Vlad threw his hand up in the air and everyone came to a halt.

Arthur looked around; the wind whistled through the trees, something howled deeper into the forest The moon light danced through the branches splaying across the forest floor creating a dancing dueling monstrous play between the sparse light and shadows. Arthur couldn't see anything threatening until Vlad pointed out into the distance, where a mist was crawling through the trees. Arthur's hand went to his sword immediately.

Completely unexpected a few figures emerged from the drifting mists. A pair of slow moving ambling elderly vampires. The limped along towards them, their spectral hands reaching out for their victims even though they were still a few leagues away and probably the easiest to run from. Arthur dismounted and waved his men over to him. They were going to rid the world of these two, more then anything Vlad had accomplished during his few weeks here.

"No, vait!" Vlad hissed, but Arthur waved him off. He approached the vampires with his sword drawn. He and his men hacked them into pieces easily. Arthur turned to Vlad triumphantly.

"You see, easy as pie. Why couldn't you do anything like that?" Arthur asked, smiling smugly to the older man who was clearly as bad at the art of vampire slaying as Merlin was at any kind of menial task. Vald was no longer smiling and seemed to be urging his horse back. There was a hissing sort of growl and when Arthur turned he realized just what it was that Vlad was so scared of. The two ambling Vampires had been nothing but bait. Arthur and his men were now surrounded by a ring of hungry stronger faster vampires. The Vampires seemed content with just hissing and reaching out at the group that had all backed up into a circle. With their backs together facing the ring in their own sort of smaller ring.

"Vlad! Hurry up and help us before they attack!" Arthur cried. Vlad laughed, the sound booming and malicious. Arthur's bad feeling had returned as he turned to the older foreign monarch.

"They von't attack until I tell them to." Vlad told him dismounting his horse. He walked towards them, cackling at their predicament. The vampires let him through, bowing their heads to him subserviently. Arthur came to a sickening conclusion.

All those questions he and Merlin had, why did Vlad never go out in daylight? Why was Vlad so pale, why did Vlad seemingly not sleep at night, why had they never seen Vlad eat? Vlad couldn't do all of those things because he was a vampire. They had let a vampire into their castle, inside their walls, no wonder vampires were still being found inside the castle walls. Vlad and his men must have been turning the people they had brought into so called safety into vampires.

"Such a typical arrogant oblivious Prince. I've had my eye on you for a vile. Such pure royal blood, it vill taste divine!" Vlad declared. Arthur felt the bile rise to his throat. If he was getting bitten it was going to be by a very attractive woman, not a fat disgust old man.

"That wolf knew what you were; he was trying to help us." Arthur snarled, realizing his follies.

"That stupid beetch sent her scouts after us. Now I fear I don't have much time left. He'll tell her ve are here and ve'll have to run again. She's making it imposszible to make any place safe. I'll just have to have the meal I've been vaiting for then ve can leave. Who knows maybe you'll make a good slave and vhen you come out of your lusting stage. You can ride vith the rest of the princes and lords I've turned." Vlad snarled. Arthur turned to the courtiers Vlad had brought with him. They still on their horses, they were enslaved as well, with no choice as to what they were doing. Arthur steeled himself for the inevitable fight, hoping he'd get to see Merlin in the morning like he promised the servant he would. He'd have to constantly remind himself of that promise if he wanted to see daylight.

"Feed my minions, but keep the Prince for me!" Vlad ordered. The vampires hissed in recognition of their orders and started forward.

"FOR CAMELOT!" Arthur yelled, his men echoing the cry, and with the crash of steel against ungodly evil self-healing flesh the battle begun.

Isaac had changed out of his wolf form hours ago, and had started himself a fire. Due to his smell nothing came near him. Not only did he smell like an overly large magical wolf he smelt like a human and a vampire and a slayer, not to mention the brimstone of his other companions fury lingered in his scent as well. That meant the vampires would stay away which definitely helped get him settled. Soon as he had a clear sky he'd set the flare off and then wait for his slayer to come and meet him. He had caught himself a few rabbits and cooked them up. He looked at his meal and frowned, he was the cook in the group so what were his companions eating? Probably something charred beyond all taste. He sighed into his meal and dug into his cloak pocket. He looked up to the cloudy sky, he missed his friends, and he wanted them here with him.

He was about to throw the magic flare into the fire when he heard the distinct commotion of a fight. Isaac looked down to the flare in his and then up to the misty forest. Vampires liked to hide in mist. Vampires were attacking, the people screaming out into the darkness, swords were clashing, and blood was spilling to the ground. The sounds were intoxicating to the battle worn werewolf. Isaac was the only one around to hear their cries, and he felt bad about ignoring them. Slowly Isaac stood up, he cracked out his sore and tired joints and with a sigh he dropped the flare back into his cloak. He stooped down quickly and picked up his staff, he then charged towards the fight.

He found the fight a few leagues away, and it consisted of an entire squad of Camelot's knights being basic fodder for the vampires being led by Vlad. In the middle of the Chaos, two vampires were holding the Isaac look alike down. He was struggling but Vampires were strong and even the youthful strength of the blonde was useless against them. Vlad dropped to a knee in front of him, he tilted the boy's head to the side bearing his neck. Before Isaac could even intervene Vlad's fangs had sunk into his neck, the boy cried out in absolute agony. Isaac grimaced, he knew from firsthand how painful the venom of a vampire bite was. He had felt his slayers agony when she was turned and she only half turned. Isaac took pity on the poor man, though really at this point he was lost to the fiery venom circulating in his veins. Vlad was turning him into one of them, turning him into a monster.

Regardless of how far gone the poor boy was, Isaac blasted the Vampire holding him with a shot of body freezing ice. The vampire stiffened, Vald stopped feeding, dropping the look a-alike blonde, who slipped out of the frozen Vampire's grasp and collapsed on the floor. The blonde's body convulsed in painful spasms as the venom that had already taken hold fueled the transformation. Isaac twirled his staff playful as Vlad eyed him in pure fear, Isaac smirked, surprised how much like his violent female companion he had become. He was even truly looking forward to the fight. Vlad stepped over the twitching transforming boy and stumbled into his frozen companion. The body tipped over, and shattered into a million jagged bloody pieces. Vlad's horror filled eyes turned the fragments that were once a living being, well an undead being, then turned back to Isaac.

"Vere's your little slayer? Iz she too covardly to fight me herself?" Vlad taunted, Isaac's lip curled back in an angry growl, but he stayed silent, his staff firmly in his hands. Something was nagging at the back of his senses, something he should have been paying attention too but he was too preoccupied with vicious thoughts of tearing Vlad to pieces. Honestly how dare the man insult his slayer?

"She'z not here? Iz she? You came alone!" Vlad concluded, when Isaac didn't comment. The nagging feeling at the back of his mind began to pulse and suddenly Isaac was pay attention. Magic, he was sensing old magic, too weak to be his slayer, to strong to be anything else but a witch. Isaac's ears perked immediately. He sniffed the air softly hoping Vlad didn't notice that he wasn't really paying attention to him, or that his vampire minions seemed disinclined to attack him, probably because of the way he smelt.

"You're not az strong az her, I can tell. You're a veaker one." Vlad continued, Isaac was pulled out of his mental tracking to stare at the man in confusion. What the hell did he just say? Weaker? Seriously? Isaac cocked an eyebrow at the obvious challenge. He whipped his hand forward a stream of water burst forth from the ground knocking into Vlad and sending him flying backwards. Vlad slammed into a tree and slid down to the dirt floor, Isaac started forward, ready to finish him off, a more then easy task, but Vlad must have sensed the plan.

"KILL HIM!" He screamed, Isaac groaned and turned. Sure enough scores of vampires were charging up. Isaac jumped over the first one that attempted to tackle him to the ground. He bashed the face in of the next one with the blunt end of his staff. The third one he punched, knocking the vampire unconscious. Isaac continued to dominate, slashing, freezing and generally kicking undead ass. In a short space of time all that was left was his band of lordlings. His slayer was supposed to bring them back awakened, Isaac wasn't allowed to kill them. Vlad had turned into stuttering deranged mess, pushing his lordlings in front of him in hopes to be protected.

Suddenly there was blinding flash of blue light knocking a few of the lordlings away. Isaac didn't pause to wonder who it was that had shot the magic at the barrier for his slayer clearly wasn't there. He was just thankful for the help. He jumped into the air, landing in front of Vlad. While in the air he had pulled out the bag of magic power and had whipped it at the torch in one of his lordlings hands. Before he had even landed the air had exploded with a mulititude of bright lights, the colors grouping together and shooting up to the stars glaring down at fight scene in gory reds and bright yellows.

Vlad flinched at the sight, covering his eyes at the display taking in the sight of the picture the bright multicolored stars were creating. Isaac didn't need to look up to know what was now blazing in the sky. The great looming shield with the white unicorn embossed on it, to its left a great lion, to the right a great wolf both shining in glittering gold, and crossed behind it the two great swords, a red orb in the left hilt, a blue orb in the right hilt. It was his slayers symbol, the sign that said she was needed there and she needed to get there now.

"Arthur?" He heard a timid voice ask. Despite his desires to rip the head off of that stupid Vampire Isaac turned. Behind him a raven haired youth with much more magic then he should have possessed crouched above the blonde boy. He shouldn't have been so close.

"No! Wait! Not so close!" Isaac warned, but it was too late. The look a like blonde, fully transformed now attacked the raven haired youth. Isaac sighed and went to his aid, blasting the blonde away from the stunned magician with ease.

"No don't kill him!" The raven haired boy cried. Isaac sighed once again, glaring at the young man, and then promptly smacked the growling blonde over the head with the blunt side of his staff. He was an unconscious vampiric mess before he hit the ground. When Isaac could finally return to his original quarry, the Vampire was on his horse and galloping away.

"You cannot run forever Vlad! We are going to catch up to you sooner or later! And when we do you will most certainly be dead!" Isaac called out in warning. He watched the cowardly vampire flee, knowing his friends would never let him live this down.

"Oh no, oh God, what do we do?" The Raven haired youth questioned. Isaac turned to the man.

"We?" He questioned.

"You're the one who hit him after all…." The raven haired man shot off, his voice trailing off when he took a good look at Isaac. He looked over Isaac's bared chest and strange attire to the blond on the ground.

"You look just like him!" He cried.

"No, I am over a hundred years old. He looks like me." Isaac corrected. The raven haired male stared at him confused.

"Really? You don't look it. That's not the point. You can pretend to be him." He declared. Isaac chuckled.

"Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no." Isaac declined, backing away from the raven haired mad man.

"Look, this is PRINCE Arthur Pendragon, he can't be a vampire! He just can't!" The Raven haired declared.

"And I am Isaac Ota, I am the companion to the world's strongest slayer! Prince or not I have to meet with my slayer, get into that stronghold of a castle, kill Vlad and then leave. We have a bounty to collect after all." Isaac cried back.

"Pretending to be Arthur will get you into the castle. Vlad's staying there, you could easily kill him couldn't you?" The raven haired youth questioned.

"And what do you plan to do with him?" Isaac asked pointing to the unconscious blonde vampire.

"Hide him until we can fix him. We can fix him right?" The raven haired youth worried. Isaac sighed.

"I am sure my slayer could do something about it." Isaac mused.

"Then it's settled, you're coming to the castle to be Arthur, your slayer will come and kill Vlad and we'll find away turn Arthur back." The raven haired man summed up. Isaac sighed.

"Fine, but if I am called I will leave." Isaac warned. The raven haired magician smiled warmly.

"My name's Merlin." He introduced, offering a hand to shake. Isaac took it.

"You are very lucky that I'm not Nina. She would have blasted you and your little princey before you could have even attempted to block her attack with whatever magic you possess." Isaac confided clapping Merlin on the back. He quickly bent down and picked up the look-alike beginning to drag him back to the castle.

"How did you know I have magic?" Merlin asked, coming to help Isaac with his task. Isaac smirked.

"Because I am much stronger then you could have ever imagined."

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