Azrael took his leave from the castle, it seemed that he hadn't drawn much suspicion from anyone at the party. It had been quite an interesting afternoon, the castle grounds were much more exquisite than he remembered, and talking to Evangeline had been quite amusing. He'd never really talked to humans about the Vampire world, but there had been something about the girl that prompted him to keep talking. Although he wasn't sure what that was.

He was still worried about the girls desperate desire to leave, it would surely leave the Kingdom in such disarray. And he wasn't sure how the young girl would cope in the outside world, if she had a Vampire master she would get the adventure she dreamed of. Azrael had travelled alone for a long time, perhaps it was time to blood himself an Underling, and a human Princess would be a treasure Underling within the Vampire world, a rarity, as Vampires mainly picked people who wouldn't be missed or those who were already twinned with solitude.

It was a long but uninteresting trek back to the Vampire Haven that he was staying at, and he would be glad to finally be out of the sun. His skin was starting to darken and sting. He'd need a good meal and a long sleep to recover from his adventure in the sunlight, he wouldn't be able to feel the sun on his skin for a few days after today.

He entered through the doors and noticed a woman sitting against the bar. He had to do a double take before he heard her words.

"Elizabeth? Wha- What are you doing here?"

Of course he remembered Elizabeth, he still remember the first time they met, like it was yesterday.
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It was a dark and stormy night, lightning flashed every few seconds illuminating the old woods.
Azrael splashed thought the water soaked mud, his steps getting heavier with every stride. He occasionally slipped on the slick surface. He clutched his blood soaked shoulder, an arrow poking out through from between his fingers. He could feel the tip scraping the bone in his shoulder every time his arm moved even the slightest bit. He no longer heard the voices of his pursuers, meaning his master had successfully drawn them off of his Underling, who now feared for his masters safety.

The blood was flowing heavily from his wound, down his arm and dripped from the young Vampires fingertips. He started to feel light-headed and with a strike of lightning in the distance behind him, Azrael slipped for the finally time. He lay face down in the mud and decided he could no longer move.

"Could this be the end..?"

His eyes closed, and the Vampire passed out from a mixture of fatigue and blood loss, leaving his fate to nature.

"Sorry... Master.."