"What has been happening with me?" Zanfell smirked. "Alucard has gone on his own journey, to center himself, and master his arts. Something I did when I was young. It's in my blood, I suppose. As for me, I was able to conquer the Beast at last, after sealing myself in the Void for a month, battling with it's essence. Only once I was in control did my seal break, and permit me back to Terra." He pulled at his cigarette again, and continued.<br/><br/>"After that, I was tracked down by yet another legion of foolhardy hunters, sure of their skills in defeated vampires." His hand searched through his pockets, and he brought forth an arrowhead with a cross stamped into it. "They do not realize that I am not a vampire. They will never have the chance to correct their mistake, though." He shook his head, a hint of remorse wafting over his face. "It's unfortunate they are so zealous about destroying us. They don't understand how much they could learn if they weren't trying to kill us."<br/><br/>"C'est la vie, I suppose. Shall we, then?" They stepped onto the pathway, and were sent hurling through the cosmos of nothingness, as an archway appeared and released them back into Terra.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/><i>"I see some things never change"</i><br/><br/>Zanfell spun about, two short straight blades forming out of Void essence. He stood in a defensive stance, being startled from the sudden voice. As the speaker landed on the ground, he recognized her. The blades retracted into nothingness, and Zanfell stood passively. "And why would you say that?" he asked, puffing at the last few seconds of his cigarette. "I should think my wardrobe would state otherwise. Many things have happened over the last forty years. Of course I adapted, as I always have."<br/><br/>He laughed. "In which case I suppose I haven't changed." He lowered the hood, his white hair cascading upon his shoulders and back. "Did you sleep well? Or were you plagued with horrible memories?" he asked, smiling towards Shadow.