Javert raised his sword as droplets bounced off the polished metal. "Mr Ainsworth, the queen wishes to speak to you."<br/><br/>At first it seemed as though Luke would submit. But no, with a glance behind him, he unsheathed his own sword. "I'm afraid you have taken a liking for the queen."<br/><br/>"Not really. She is my lady and I'm only her servant." Javert's eyes flicked from side to side, grasping on the minute details of the surrounding terrain.<br/><br/>Luke laughed. "No, no ,no. I don't mean that. You're like the reversal of the queen. She is a vampire, you are a vampire yet, you have somehow retained your original features. You both share similar facial traits, curse myself for being such an idiot! I should have known! You were a-" A strong gust of wind ripped through the area, dragging rain-sodden leaves in its wake, covering his next from any eavesdroppers. "Vampire all along! The crucifix you wear, it makes you retain your human form!" The gale subsided somewhat. "So you both are-"<br/><br/>"I know." Javert sliced Luke's train of thought to half. "But now that I'm here, you have to come back."<br/><br/>"Does she know?"<br/><br/>"What?"<br/><br/>"Does she know about your-"<br/><br/>"Unfortunately, not." Javert stepped forward, his sword glinted beneath the grey skies. His head pulsed beneath the mesh of veins around his head. Good thing nobody else was here. He pointed the tip of the steel blade at Luke, who knocked it aside with his rapier. The initiation of the fight.<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>The carriage halted abruptly, the wheels sank into the mud and could not be dragged out. Lisa dismounted as the driver began to lift the belongings over his shoulder. Lisa ran forward, seeking to call for her father to help.