Mehdaros looked around, as if expecting someone to be listening. “I wouldn't call Amun Evil, but his intent against humans is greater than that of the Clan's. He doesn't so much wish them all dead as much as he'd rather have them slaves of Vampires. I think” He shot straight up, suddenly alert. “How could they have...” He went to the front door and opened it. A large human mob only one hundred feet away stood with vile intentions in their eyes. At the front of them stood a tall thin man with a cruel smile on his face. Adorned with an elegant black suit that matched his jet black hair which had a shine to it. It was neatly trimmed and slicked backwards to his neck. It then had a small upwards curl. His eyes mysterious and mischievous, yet calm, and calculated with an indignant glare in Mehdaros' direction. He was pale, which contrasted the dark black cape that covered him. “Ah, Mehdaros, my old friend. I see the past year has done you well. Is that a Halfling's heartbeat I hear.” Mehdaros tightened his fists. “Amun... What are you up to?” Amun held his arms out in a friendly gesture. “Why nothing of course. I merely am a messenger of the Clan tonight.” Lidia snuck to the door with her child, staying out of sight but close enough to hear everything as Amun continued. “The Clan has decided to make a pact with the humans. A treaty, if you will. We will no longer seek the ones of this village for blood.” Mehdaros eyed the humans. “And they have agreed of all things, to allow you to seek out another village in the stead of them attacking you?” Amun amusedly nodded. “As a matter of fact yes, but neither side agreed without some consolation on both parts. They, get to kill you, as the vengeance for our past crimes against them, and your ‘witch' of a wife as they call her. The Clan, however, shall take the abomination of a child and execute it immediately.” Lidia showed herself, screaming. “You will not lay a hand on Gorne!” Mehdaros turned and snapped. “Get back inside, NOW!” She took a step back, shocked. Amun merely chuckled. “I of course have appointed myself as aide to your destruction and the deliverer of the child. A bonus to myself, really.” Gorne began to cry, as the hateful emotions began to overwhelm him, both from the mob, and Amun. “Amun you have sunk to a new low this night. Unforgivable. You could have let me and Lidia live in peace.” Amun sneered. “Then where would my fun come in? After all this affair was my idea. But enough of that. Humans, he is yours.” The mob, armed with Crosses, stakes, and torches made a hasty advance on Mehdaros through the mist. Gorne's cries became louder the closer they approached. Lidia fearfully coddled him. “Mehdaros... what do we-“ She stopped when she realized Gorne had suddenly and mysteriously stopped crying. A power was pulsating from him, one that even the humans could feel. They stopped their advances while Amun looked on inquisitively. The mist around Mehdaros thickened, and spread the length of the mob. “He's taken control of my mist!” The mist formed large claws that hovered in the air then rushed towards the humans. One by one the claws of mist took hold of a villager and either hurled them across the forest or thrashed them about, breaking bones. Amun, disgusted that things were turning sour, formed several hellfire balls around himself. “It seems this is going to have to be dealt with personally.” The hellfire rushed towards Lidia and the child. Mehdaros positioned himself in €between them but was cast aside by the mist. Three large Chaos spheres rotated in the air, absorbing the hellfire, then charged Amun. “Impossible.” He merely stated as his form broke down into mist and the spheres passed through him. His body reformed and he glared at the child. “No Halfling should have inherited those powers.” He gazed at the fool moon and smiled. “But of course. The Chaotic power is lashing out since the half human form cannot contain it. Mehdaros you are indeed a fool.” Mehdaros removed his cloak and wrapped Gorne in it. “It will hold back his power as it did for me. Run, head through the forest and don't look back. I will stop Amun as long as I can.” A tear came down Lidia's cheek. “I won't leave you.” Mehdaros put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her briefly. “Go, protect our son. I can't hold off Amun for long and the farther away you are...” Lidia nodded, understanding what was to occur. She took Gorne and ran, leaving her husband to his fate. Mehdaros turned towards Amun. “If you think you will last more than a second against me, you are sadly mistaken as my powers far exceed yours. The moon itself is my weapon. Amun held his hand in the air and a light mist formed around his arm. The moonlight reflected the floating beads of water which seemed to freeze and pull together into a bladed shard of ice resembling a dagger. Mehdaros scoffed. “You, use physical weapons on me?” Amun was casting a thicker mist that engulfed Mehdaros'. “True, you would normally heal from this, but I have found that the magic from this dagger has interesting effects on Vampires. It works much like a stake would, in that it would cause your existence to swiftly... end.” His form again broke apart to join the mist as he moved through it freely. Mehdaros formed hellfire of his own to circle him like a barrier. “Even if you strike me down, Amun, you will never find Lidia, or Gorne. I will make sure of that.” His hellfire dissipated unexpectedly as he lost control of his power. He looked down to see a hand, barely visible, piercing his heart with the dagger. The rest of Amun materialized as his form returned. “A very unlikely thing, my old friend, as you are without a method of stopping me.” He grinned, enjoying the feeling of Mehdaros' blood on his hand. The dagger returned to it's mist like state and left Mehdaros with and open wound. The magic from the dagger was preventing his healing, and without the magic to pump his blood, he was slowly dying. He clutched Amun's cape in his hands. “Know this: Lidia will escape, and Gorne with her.” Amun pulled Mehdaros off of him, letting him fall to his knees in pain. “And how do you figure that?” Mehdaros grabbed a cross from the hands of a fallen villager and pressed it against Amun's chest. It stuck there, burning his flesh and soul as he screeched in pain. Mehdaros' hand burned, stuck to the cross, faintly called out “Lidia... I love you...” And with that, his body, unable to sustain life, dimmed and turned to ash. Amun pulled the cross from his chest. A visible mark now imprinted from the contact. “Damned fool!” Amun realized he was unable to use his Vampiric powers due to the effects of the cross and cursed Mehdaros' name. “Fine. Let them escape. Mehdaros' death is all I cared about. The human and Halfling won't survive long in this world anyways, once the sun rises.” He chuckled as he hobbled from the site. He stopped only to take a still burning torch and cast it upon the home to burn it. He continued off, back to his Clan...