A weeks ride

You spur your exhausted horse and look back at Yona. A mere week and you have molded her from innocent innkeeper to a fine squire. She rides comfortably, the light leather armor you removed from another group of 'collaborators' fits her well. A short sword dangles from her waist. It is merely decorative. Yona is more likely to injure herself than an enemy with it. The bow on her back, however, is a different story. She is a natural archer. She has become very adept at picking off enemies trying to escape you. Indeed she has become almost as eager for battle as you, helping to make sure you leave no survivors. Although you suspect her zeal comes from your post battle ritual.

A distressed whinny from your horse brings you to a stop. Here, only a days walk from the dark lords stronghold is where you will have to leave them. They are nearly dead from exhaustion, and from here on would just draw attention anyway. You and Yona hop off, allowing the horses to rest ant nibble on the meager greenery.

You begin the last leg of your journey with a heightened sense of alertness. Here there will more undead patrols. The tactic of leaving no survivors will be even more important, if you wish to maintain the element of surprise.

You make it nearly half way as the sun begins to set. That is when you them. A patrol of nearly a dozen undead warriors, led by a well dressed man who looks the part of some lesser noble. You glance over at Yona. She smiles, nods, and grabs her bow. You charge, taking the group by surprise.

With a single arc you cut three undead warriors in half. Four more charge you, each trying to get behind you. You behead the one in front. Guessing their move you spin. A viscous arc of your sword killing two more. The last attempts to run you through with his blade. You red leather armor holds easily, and you kill him as he regains balance. You turn toward the well dressed man and charge him, dispatching an undead warrior as you approach. You swing at the well dressed man trying to end this quickly before the last warrior makes his escape.

As your blade is about to meet the body of the nobleman he is simply gone. You turn and find yourself staring into his eyes. They are red and intoxicating.

He commands you. "Relax little bird. Show me your neck."

You bend your head to the side giving him your neck. Before he even steps toward you your armor glows and your head clears. You ready your sword as the unsuspecting vampire approaches.

"Hiss." He bares his fangs.

You uncoil and plunge your sword in his heart. The vampire screams a scream which could never have come from a humans mouth. His blood flows into your sword. It feels wonderful. Not only do you feast upon the vampire's life ****, but all of his victims as well. You can't wait to fuck Yona. First though there is the matter of the escaping undead warrior.

You scan the horizon and see him almost immediately limping away. He has three arrows lodged in his right leg. With the vampire's life **** still fresh you run at him. He is dead within three blinks of an eye.

Yona meets you. Without even asking she tears off your undergarment and begins licking and sucking. She has been a quick study and you are deeply aroused by the time you push her down and land in a sixty nine. You both manage to come quietly.

You set up camp quickly. You desire first watch.

You wake up Yona with about four hours to dawn. You are tired and drift off from the moment you close your eyes.

You open them in a dream. You are on a ledge overlooking the dark lords stronghold. To your surprise women dressed like priestesses of the light enter and exit freely. You get a closer look at the priestesses and realize while their robes resemble priestesses of the light, they are not. Their flesh is alabaster pale. Their robes tight and revealing feminine curves. Lastly there eyes are coated in white, like the old blind lady from your village.

As you wonder how they can see, a familiar hand grabs your shoulder and massages you.

He whispers in a raspy voice, "Even sometimes the greatest warrior has to use stealth."

The dream ends with the rising sun. You know what you must do.