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[somepoorsoul]

The night is damp and chilly for May, but that has not stopped the university’s young revelers from stumbling about in drunken celebration, even past midnight. Athos only ever comes this far north to visit the stables, and it is strange to be here so late at night, amongst the older, more scattered houses, stuffed full of students nine months out of the year. Outside the university, neighborhoods fall away to countryside fairly quickly; it is no surprise that so many could so easily go missing.

Athos has spoken little during their late-night trek to the edge of campus, thoughts focused, as best he can, on the task at hand. Is he glad that Porthos agreed to come along, or nervous? He still trusts Porthos with his life, and always will, but he fears that the man has been guilted or coerced into this venture. Believing what he does (knowing what he does), why would he follow Athos anywhere?

But they are here now. Athos leans against a lamppost that leaves him half-illuminated. Celebrants are now stumbling home in ones and twos, and fewer of them seem out and about. If the vampires intend to strike tonight, it will likely be soon, now that most students have gone home, leaving the more foolish (and the more drunk) to venture into the darkness alone and vulnerable. He glances at Aramis, their "bait" for the night, and then, briefly, meets Porthos' gaze. “Still up for this?" he asks them both.

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[afineseamstress]

Aramis nods, returning to the parcel Porthos had thrown him to fetch his torch. "If we find it tonight, we can return in daylight to dispatch it. God knows how many could be inside and hungry. Or," Aramis muses, "Light it on fire and let the creatures run out to us."

Aramis shrugs. "That way is certainly more spectacular."

[du_vallon]

Porthos follows after the map's lead, tucking it back away to where it belonged so that it would stay safe. This isn't his preferred way to spend a night, but he knows that he'd rather be here with Athos than avoiding him, and so he's more than happy to keep searching until the sun comes up, if that's what it takes. "I always did like a fire, but never when we have to waste alcohol to get it."

[somepoorsoul]

“We will see how many there are. That is all.” As satisfying as such a display of fire might be, the danger is too great. If they can find the nest at all - and that is quite an if - they still will not know how many creatures wait inside, what strength they have, what might best defeat them. A fire might only cause chaos. “Then, if necessary, we will come back in the light of day, when they may be weakened."

[afineseamstress]

"Ah yes, the more sensible option," says Aramis with open disappointment, but he starts off, letting the moonlight guide him along the path for now. "We may find a stray one here or there," he muses, hoping for more action. It feels good to exert himself in this way, but he can feel the tension rolling off Porthos in waves. He and Athos both could use a decent outlet.

[du_vallon]

Porthos arches his brow to comment wordlessly to Aramis that he's unsurprised they're aiming for the sensible option, not sure Athos knows anything else. He continues onwards, his strides long as he walks through the woods, keeping his ears and eyes open for anything that rustles in the night.

He wants to talk, wants to put things to rest, but they're hunting. And after this, then what? Athos goes back to ignoring them? Ignoring everything? He shuts that line of thought down and keeps walking, eyes always forward.

[somepoorsoul]

Athos shoots Aramis a look that is almost a twin of Porthos’, and for a moment their eyes meet. Even now, when they are out here to work, Porthos seems determined to keep a literal, physical distance between the two of them. Athos cannot help but assume that Porthos still does not trust him with either his heart or his life. And why should he? If he knows Athos to be capable of fleeing without a word, he has no reason to trust.

He tightens his jaw and shakes his head to clear his mind of self-pitying thoughts, returning his focus to the barely-visible path. If only these creatures had left some sign of their presence, some clue that they are going in the right direction-

As though by a miracle, Athos sees a flash of something in the grass. “Wait,” he calls out, crouching down to retrieve a student identification card. Grimly, he smiles, turning it over to read the name. “Porthos- does the map indicate where an Anthony Carr was last seen?”

[afineseamstress]

Aramis suppresses a sigh as Athos' shoulders resume the tight set they've held for days. He ought to find the nest himself and shove the both of them into it, let them work out their issues in proper battle. He comes to examine the card as well, then shines his torch into the grass. If there is any other sign of the boy, Aramis cannot find it.

He goes to Porthos, shining the torch on the map now so it can be better seen. "Is that his mark over by the school of medicine?"

[du_vallon]

Porthos stops so he can lean back, pressing part of his leathers between his teeth so he can examine the map, tapping the area. "Here," he says, past the fabric. "That's the mark," he says, craning his neck up to study the area around them, heading towards the medicine building that's off to the side. "Well?" he coaxes. "Someone said something about a fire, didn't they?"

[somepoorsoul]

" 'Someone' did nothing of the kind," Athos deadpans, though his expression is amused, not annoyed. "Let's not get ourselves killed tonight?" But he sets off after Porthos, buoyed by their find. They are on the right track after all.

[afineseamstress]

Aramis smiles, taking up the rear of their little party, his ears open to catch any sign of attack from behind. "Nearly being killed is half the fun," he quips, cocking his gun at a sound in the trees overhead, but it's only an owl.

"I haven't technically gotten to kill anything yet," he says, lowering his pistol. "I want the next one."

[du_vallon]

"By all means," Porthos allows graciously. "You can kill anything you like. Consider it a present for shaving yourself clean and pretending it's for a good cause and not just for the attention you know you get when you look like this," he says, keeping a weather eye to his left and right for anything that might pop out.

[somepoorsoul]

“Though I do suggest you limit your killing to vampires. Things might get messy otherwise.” Athos’ hand rests on the hilt of his sword, eyes alert. A tree rustles, but it’s only a bird taking flight. But then he sees it: the slightest movement of a shadow only a few feet away.

He draws his sword. “Here’s your chance, Aramis!"

[afineseamstress]

As ever, the scrape of Athos' sword as it leaves its sheathe sets a fire in Aramis' blood, and he turns, hesitating only long enough to see the razor like teeth as the new creature emerges. It is a male, its body slight yet as strong as iron, and Aramis' breath leaves him in a whuff as he is grabbed by his shirt and flung deeper into the shadows. In less than a breath the creature is on him, but in that time Aramis has drawn a short blade, its hilt a large crucifix heavy enough to wield as a cudgel if he chooses, but for now Aramis prefers the sharp flat of it.

In the time it takes for the creature to recoil, Aramis is on his feet and plunging the dagger into its heart, deep enough that the crucifix catches on the vampire's skin with a pop and a hiss.

[du_vallon]

Porthos' blood is up and his tension high, but he stays back to give Aramis his chance to fight and kill the vampire, proved right in his faith when Aramis has no trouble at all vanquishing the thing. His smile of pride is there amidst a slightly worried look as he drifts closer to check for any hidden injuries.

"All good?" he asks, of both Aramis and Athos.

[somepoorsoul]

Athos trusts Aramis to defend himself swiftly, but when the vampire attacks, he draws forward with his sword drawn, ready to back him up if need be. Sometimes these vampires are fierce enough that even one of them requires two men - or more - to bring down. But by the time he reaches Aramis’ side, the vampire is dead at Aramis’ feet. With a curve of a smile, he claps Aramis on the shoulder.

“I think we’re on the right track."

[afineseamstress]

Aramis runs a hand over his head, covering his wince at the knot he finds by the removal of a leaf from his locks with a flourish. When all the flying about he's done tonight, he's fortunate he has a very hard head.

"That was lucky," he says, "Catching one alone. We have to expect any others to be more organized if this is indeed their hunting grounds."

[du_vallon]

Porthos is keeping a weather eye over his shoulder for more movement. "Are we going onwards? Or is that good for one night?" he asks, his blood still up, but at the same time, he doesn't want to risk their luck and put themselves in terrible danger.

[somepoorsoul]

Athos returns his sword to its sheathe. “I believe the plan was to find the nest.” He looks from Aramis to Porthos, his gaze settling on the second man; uncertainty flickers briefly in his eyes. He still is not sure how much Porthos wants to be here, and how much he has come under some perceived duress. “If that is still amenable."

[afineseamstress]

"Quite amenable," says Aramis lest Porthos let the silence hang. "I mean to get my razor's worth of dead vampires tonight." He claps Porthos' shoulder, rubbing those tense muscles through the leather. "And I've only seen the pair of you in action once. That is not nearly enough trouble."

[du_vallon]

Porthos affords Aramis a grateful smile and nod towards Athos. "Don't worry, I'm still in. Didn't know if we were drawing this out for a few days is all," he says, seeing as he's not entirely sure Athos isn't using the hunt as his excuse to be around them, since he's avoiding them the rest of the time.

[somepoorsoul]

That uncertainty returns to Athos' eyes, but then he nods in reply. The woods are once again quiet, and the path they have been following peters out not far ahead. They can only hope their assumptions are correct and this is the way to the nest. With another nod, Athos urges his companions on.

[afineseamstress]

Finding himself at the rear again, Aramis returns his blade to its sheathe, resisting the urge to kiss the crucifix as he does so. They are macabre weapons for a macabre task, but to Aramis the blade and the carved silver bullets he carries are holy, and he treats them with the reverence they deserve.

He is a touch distracted, thinking of pausing to properly clean the blade, and does not notice the bodies behind him until they have clasped his arms and his mouth in strong hands, removing him so swiftly from the path it's as if he were never there. Aramis makes a sound against the hand crushing his lips, feeling a strong arm around his throat for the trouble.

"Quiet," says a voice, and with a sinking in his stomach, Aramis feels a cloth draped over the tattoo on his neck, "Or the first thing we'll do is burn it off."

Aramis quiets. All he can hope for now is that Athos and Porthos have better sense than he and will meet these creatures head on and together.

[du_vallon]

Porthos continues to walk, but things are too quiet. He knows why he's quiet and he knows why Athos is, but usually Aramis fills the silence and tries to break the tension. He stops and turns, hand out to press to Athos' chest before they can get too far, glancing backwards into the darkness without finding Aramis standing there.

"Something's wrong," he says quietly, hand on his sword as he gives Athos a push towards something in the distance that looks like movement.

[somepoorsoul]

Athos turns around, his eyebrows knitting together in concern when he sees Aramis has vanished. “Aramis?” he calls the man’s name, but not too loudly, wary of capturing too much attention in these increasingly dangerous woods. He draws his sword, following after that brief flutter of movement, and hoping Porthos will do the same.

There are four figures moving together, and Athos realizes with a fast-beating heart that one is certainly Aramis. They are moving swiftly through the trees, all but dragging Aramis along towards what will certainly be some awful fate, still too far away to attack. He looks at Porthos, meeting his gaze with eyes a little wide, though he dares not speak for fear of being heard.

[du_vallon]

Porthos picks up the pace when he sees the figures, the growl in his throat a low, dangerous warning that he's about to tear someone's head off for daring to lay a finger on Aramis. He shoots Athos a look that says he's going after them, knowing Athos will understand. He opts for his pistols instead, charging after them while loading up the silver bullets, knowing that if Athos can get a hold of one of them, Porthos can take down the one holding Aramis and then they'll be left with just the one.

He just needs to get close enough for a clean shot.