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Each step sounded heavy with the weight of a broken heart as Mithias stepped down off the British plane. Soldier was there to meet him outside the airport with a car. Sharply, his appearance struck them, the gleam of a silver colored suit and vest in the easy afternoon light, a white shirt and charcoal tie under a pale chin and muted pink lips, and a small sparkling broach in the shape of a swan on his left. A white hand with polished claws brought up a pair of Ray-Bans over his eyes, robbing the anticipated glimpse of their beauty from sight. Long black hair hung freely behind him, tamed by its own weight. 

Mithias moved slowly for the sake of the humans around him. Not everyone was comfortable in the presence of what was their one natural predator. Deny it as they did with their conscious minds, the fear and prejudice could rise up easily at the sight of such grace and speed, and that was only a hint of a vampire's power. But even more slowly did he seem to move with the burdens of choice and responsibility on his mind. Leaving Bedivere had been difficult. 

Why then did he? He thought as he handed over the laptop to one of the agents, a young man with reddish colored hair who seemed shy. It was the call of duty and honor that kept him away, forcing him back to the Americas, to recover his own order of knights that he was so proud to have initiated. Mithias deliberated the value of his sacrifice, the loss of time spent where his heart now slumbered deep underwater in favor of continued servitude in the eternal battle between good and evil, hunger and survival, extinction or genocide. He alone it seemed was the true Zion of balance, and it seemed the world would crumble if not for his efforts. Even his noble Soldier seemed ready to destroy itself, falling to basic human corruption and lust for total control. Mithias was determined to take it back, to provide the example needed to lead the world, a vampire hero. If this were even possible, he knew he was the only one who could do it. 

As he got into the car provided for him and shut the door, Mithias realized the disarming surrender of his lover to his wishes was painfully condemning. Only he in the entire world had seen the softer side of the ice-cold, iron-fisted steward of Camelot, and he hated to abandon him, his brother, darkness incarnate. Like a dagger placed by a righteous hand, the pain stabbed directly into his heart, pulsing a sweet torment as a reminder, bleeding him until he returned to his proper place. Mithias clicked his belt and shifted into drive and the wheels began turning. He would show Bedivere that it was all worth it. The two may have their different methods, but their goals were very alike. They would work together to hold onto this world. 

Moments later, the black sedan exploded into flames, flipping over from the force of the blast and rolling onto its back. The sound shocked everyone. Metal was torn apart, smoke obscured most of the debris as local authorities rushed over. No one else had been around. There was only 1 casualty.