37. Group of saviors

As though, after a few days, we hear through the radio they had that their plan had failed. There were a few who had survived the attack, but just barely managed to breathe and escape. This was what we had all been dreading. No one liked to hear these words. The survivors tried to come back though it was no use after the radio silence after less than a few hours, which made us realize that their attempt had failed.

With us ten we did a minute of silence before, of course, Waylon again took the lead. "Now is our moment, now they are distracted." Distracted, means more weakened because distracting a vampire is the hardest thing in the world. Any vampire can feel things that a human can't, and he knows it. Not much later, everyone is already at the outer door in their gear. Waylon is at the very front as the leader. It makes me sick to see him as the leader I should have been. Although I know I'm not much of a leader type myself, the fear that he's going to use the rest of his power too gives me the strength to push on. I walk forward and step forward until I stop abruptly so that Waylon almost bumps into me. "Listen to me, Waylon is out for power. I myself am the one who is out for peace, believe me. He's the one lying to you." If looks could kill, Waylon had already killed me twice in less than five minutes and if we had been alone, I'm sure he would have done it. "What are you doing?" Waylon asks me with his teeth grinding together. "Thwarting you. I don't want the rest of the group dead." That's all the words I got dirty with him before explaining my own plan. Although, everyone was already so brainwashed by Waylon that no one heard me. I myself was also the warrior standing last in the ratings, so why would they be foolish enough not to follow the first? I was just about pushed backward as the rest passed me and I ended up in the back next to Verona, "tight plan." Mumbled, she thought it was more out of amusement than to humiliate me. That was how Verona was, preferring to laugh everything off rather than show what her feelings were. We walked on until we came to a certain point with a bridge to Vymqarius. The sign, alone, makes the blood freeze in my veins. I look at it one more time before following the rest to the bridge that leads us to their city. The city Waylon wants to conquer. That was what I thought, anyway.

Of course, the city had suffered destruction from the other warriors who were there the day before us. Of course, it was a day of traveling and, in the meantime, finding a place to stay for the night before we could survey this damage. The council building was pretty much covered under the shards of windows that had fallen there up to half of the building. The half where they could have gotten in. It was far too quiet. Far too quiet it was as if the city was deserted, it was that quiet. Then everything fell into place. Bogan apparently knew about our group that had stayed behind, and of course, had not hesitated to save his own skin by betraying us. "If you do nothing, nothing will happen to you," I hear a voice say from behind us. And then we are surrounded until we are all tied up. Inside the building, we are all taken to the council chamber, where I was previously sentenced to leave Irantus with Xandros and Remus. "So you thought we would be so stupid as not to foresee your action," says the leader at the head of the council who was at a high desk in front of us, giving us all a look. With my gaze down, I tried to make myself as unseen as possible. After all, I was a further and a vampire who had been forbidden to take another step into Irantus. "Cleo Harper," I hear the vampire say from his stand. There goes my idea of getting away unseen. "You already are, condemned by the council, and once again you are among us." I try to conjure a smile on my face from the airy sarcastic tone he gave up. "Yes you sir," I say then out of politeness with my head bent back in a polite bow. Like I saw the others do last time. Then something is whispered in his ear by the vampire next to him, who already exuded as much authority as him. "I just hear that you have been seen at the games. You have done an act that we can only punish with death!" He Shouts as I feel two vampires grab me and the room goes silent. I am only lucky that the others are too scared to intervene. Otherwise, the slayers who are looking at me dirty right now would have already killed me. Except for Waylon and Verona who are both standing a little farther from me with like myself their gaze on the ground. The two men took me to the front, where the leader of the council looked at me with his dark brown eyes that were almost as black as the night. "Are you ready for your death?" The leader asks me when suddenly there is a rumble from the back of the room, where someone comes rushing forward in a hurry. The vampire I recognize as Grimore, who had been transferred to the border, where I must say he didn't do a very good job. How many times have we entered now, unseen? "Stop, I command you." The whole room is silent. Everyone holds their breath as Grimore raises his voice to the leader of the council. "You let these warriors leave the planet in peace," Grimore says until he was interrupted by a furious leader of the council, who now stares at him with a look full of hatred. "Never!"