Fifth Night [Part 2]
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"It's not much, but it will do for the time being," Dracula remarked. "Most of what is within this castle are either armor or clothing long since fallen out of fashion in the human world."
Hansel was practically swimming in the jacket. "Can I see the other clothes, sometime?" It would be interesting seeing if he could find anything he liked. It had to be better than what Youji picked out for him.
"Certainly though they would be all rather big on you."
He sighed. "I'm stuck this size, aren't I?"
"As a rule," Dracula answered as he started to get up.
Another sigh.
"That could change if you start mastering magic." The vampire suggested offhandedly.
And that caught the boy's attention. "Really?!"
Dracula paused on the stairway. "Yes, some magus master the ability of physical alteration - I do not care to use it often myself," He explained. "But it has it's purpose."
"Everyone always called me 'bishounen', and treated me like a kid." Hansel looked down.
"They are underestimating you." The vampire stated bluntly as he made their way to the grand entrance.
"You think so?" Ever since he'd joined Weiss, he'd had to convince them that he was just as capable, if not more capable, than they were. He'd been an assassin longer, after all.
"Indeed, I've seen you - even with inexperience you prove yourself more then capable."
It was the perfect thing to tell the boy. He beamed with pride, glad that someone acknowledged his skills.
He smiled. "Shall we go?"
Hansel nodded enthusiastically. He didn't completely trust the Vampire Lord, but he was feeling more welcome here than he had with Weiss... and his Sire was more of family than he'd ever known.
And as before Dracula had shifted into wolf form to allow Hansel to ride him
"Are we going back to the city?" He was worried, since the Hunter could still be there.
The wolf shook his head as he headed towards one of the towns.
Hansel sighed in relief, leaning into the fur and taking in the smell of his Master.
The wolf made good time, though the trip was longer then it was to the city, they still had enough time to hunt when they reach the sleepy steps
The boy was slightly disappointed. The town was so sleepy, would there be any decent food?
The wolf changed back. "There is always corruption even in small towns like these, child."
Hansel nodded. "You're sure?"
He nodded. It is true, but it would take a bit to fully search for the corrupt element.
Hansel nodded in return. He was hungry, although he seemed to have at least somewhat control of himself.
"Look for the better lots, in a place like this, power is corruption."
Now that he had his memories, the boy understood what he meant. Money meant power, and not always well-gotten.
Dracula allowed Hansel to take the lead. "A tight-knit community means more secrets are buried deep."
Hansel led the way, going not towards the well-kept homes, but the most extravagant. Those that least deserved their wealth always showed it off the most.
"The mayor's house," Dracula mused as he noticed the target.
"Politicians..." Hansel's voice wavered. "Politicians often have things they don't want anyone to know."
"Indeed," He glanced around the property, scooping it out. "Do you want to take control?"
"I need to know what he's done. Who he's stepped on to get to his position."
"A man with his stink no doubt has some skeletons buried." The vampire answered, sounding just slightly annoyed. "You could enter the town hall it is a public place."
Hansel thought for a moment, before nodding. "Town hall would have everything I need." This was what he'd been trained for since his memories began after all.
Dracula just gave a nod. "Remember that time is not on our side."
"I'll be fast." Hansel slipped quickly toward the Town Hall. It was locked, but that didn't stop him, finding an unlocked window he easily got open. It took him only a few minutes to find the right computer terminal, and less than that to figure the Mayor's password (really the smaller the town the smaller the brain it seemed at times). Quickly he scanned e-mails and documents, looking for justification for his meal.
"It's not much, but it will do for the time being," Dracula remarked. "Most of what is within this castle are either armor or clothing long since fallen out of fashion in the human world."
Hansel was practically swimming in the jacket. "Can I see the other clothes, sometime?" It would be interesting seeing if he could find anything he liked. It had to be better than what Youji picked out for him.
"Certainly though they would be all rather big on you."
He sighed. "I'm stuck this size, aren't I?"
"As a rule," Dracula answered as he started to get up.
Another sigh.
"That could change if you start mastering magic." The vampire suggested offhandedly.
And that caught the boy's attention. "Really?!"
Dracula paused on the stairway. "Yes, some magus master the ability of physical alteration - I do not care to use it often myself," He explained. "But it has it's purpose."
"Everyone always called me 'bishounen', and treated me like a kid." Hansel looked down.
"They are underestimating you." The vampire stated bluntly as he made their way to the grand entrance.
"You think so?" Ever since he'd joined Weiss, he'd had to convince them that he was just as capable, if not more capable, than they were. He'd been an assassin longer, after all.
"Indeed, I've seen you - even with inexperience you prove yourself more then capable."
It was the perfect thing to tell the boy. He beamed with pride, glad that someone acknowledged his skills.
He smiled. "Shall we go?"
Hansel nodded enthusiastically. He didn't completely trust the Vampire Lord, but he was feeling more welcome here than he had with Weiss... and his Sire was more of family than he'd ever known.
And as before Dracula had shifted into wolf form to allow Hansel to ride him
"Are we going back to the city?" He was worried, since the Hunter could still be there.
The wolf shook his head as he headed towards one of the towns.
Hansel sighed in relief, leaning into the fur and taking in the smell of his Master.
The wolf made good time, though the trip was longer then it was to the city, they still had enough time to hunt when they reach the sleepy steps
The boy was slightly disappointed. The town was so sleepy, would there be any decent food?
The wolf changed back. "There is always corruption even in small towns like these, child."
Hansel nodded. "You're sure?"
He nodded. It is true, but it would take a bit to fully search for the corrupt element.
Hansel nodded in return. He was hungry, although he seemed to have at least somewhat control of himself.
"Look for the better lots, in a place like this, power is corruption."
Now that he had his memories, the boy understood what he meant. Money meant power, and not always well-gotten.
Dracula allowed Hansel to take the lead. "A tight-knit community means more secrets are buried deep."
Hansel led the way, going not towards the well-kept homes, but the most extravagant. Those that least deserved their wealth always showed it off the most.
"The mayor's house," Dracula mused as he noticed the target.
"Politicians..." Hansel's voice wavered. "Politicians often have things they don't want anyone to know."
"Indeed," He glanced around the property, scooping it out. "Do you want to take control?"
"I need to know what he's done. Who he's stepped on to get to his position."
"A man with his stink no doubt has some skeletons buried." The vampire answered, sounding just slightly annoyed. "You could enter the town hall it is a public place."
Hansel thought for a moment, before nodding. "Town hall would have everything I need." This was what he'd been trained for since his memories began after all.
Dracula just gave a nod. "Remember that time is not on our side."
"I'll be fast." Hansel slipped quickly toward the Town Hall. It was locked, but that didn't stop him, finding an unlocked window he easily got open. It took him only a few minutes to find the right computer terminal, and less than that to figure the Mayor's password (really the smaller the town the smaller the brain it seemed at times). Quickly he scanned e-mails and documents, looking for justification for his meal.