Chapter 1

Collapsing onto the back of the cold tall column which aided in the support of the heavy underground tower, he clutched the sharp bone Kris tightly to his right hand in attempt to calm hi ragged, heavy breathing.

"...concentrate" He reminded himself.

Wiping the perspiration from his damp brow and upper lip, he forced himself to close hi eyes, letting his other senses take control.

"Sight...it is the weakest and most unreliable of the senses. When it comes to fail, close your eyes and let the others take control."

The words from his elder master still echoed in his head, guiding him movements. He concentrated, relaxing the rest of his body, letting himself become attuned to his surroundings without actually setting eyes upon them. He steadied his breathing, observing how his other senses began to take control. He felt the cool stone under his fingertips, as they grazed the column at his back. He could hear the faint dripping sound of the moisture seeping through the cracks of the stone in the ceiling above him. Because of all the rain the Blood Moore had received, the earth's water table had risen enormously. It wasn't sure how long this underground tower cellar would remain standing under the weight of the moisture heavy earth.

There was another sound. He concentrated harder, never letting his guard down. His ears pricked up to the new sound of plated heels echoing down the long dark walls. The steady clank of the metal soles made his adrenaline level rise immensely, giving him the rush he knew so well and loved in the heat of battle.

Excitement.

Soon, they would face each other again, but this time, he was the one calculating...waiting, anticipating. Any second she would round the corridor, setting foot to where he awaited her presence. He drew his dagger tightly to his side sensing her movements. She had moved faster than he had expected.

"T'would be expected though, since this is her home right?" he reminded himself.

Already he could smell her foul stench of decay, as she inched closer, barely a few meters from him.

Closer, he drew in a breath silently.

A few feet.

He gripped the sharp Kris in sticking position.

One foot.

"Now!" he screamed in his mind.

Without a single second thought, his body spun out from behind the stones, and with just as quick of a movement, he sprung the jagged blade forwards, thrusting it into the shocked Countess's abdomen. He watched as the be-witched Countess's mouth dropped open in a silent scream. Her eyes stretched wide, she dropped her Thorne Club with a clatter, and brought her hands down to where the dagger had impaled her. The Young man smirked at the witch as she growled at him, flashing her feral eyes.

"You!"

The dark armored man smiled evilly, his eyes flashing back,

"I was waiting for you."

And with that he sealed her death by giving the bone blade a sharp twist, feeling the jagged angles of his weapon tear further into her muscles, ripping through the flesh, tearing apart the organs before cracking into the delicate meril of her ribs. The young man's grin widened as a shrill scream of pure pain and agony tore from her throat, and her evil, tormented soul escaped in a wispy blue smoke through her bloodless black lips. He released his grip on the handle, letting the body collapse to the ground, taking the lodged dagger with it.

He kicked the pile of flesh as he knelt down to retrieve his blade, only to have it snap in two pieced in his efforts. Standing back up, he scowled, throwing the broken Kris back down onto the floor.

"Useless..." he grumbled.

Turning on his heel he brushed a few strands of his long white hair from his eyes before he started off towards the next room.

"Now...where is my treasure?"