Comte Olivier d'Athos de la Fere

Athos keeps his hand resting on Porthos’ arm, feeling him tense with energy, like a spring ready to fly. “When we are sure they are not what they appear to be.” The couple looks so innocent, so uninteresting. If they are the vampires, as Athos suspects they are, then no wonder they were able to lead so many to their deaths. Now, they are leading Aramis towards a wooded area, and Athos knows they must follow. “Come on,” he says, rising carefully from their hiding place.