Finally, after teleporting to the right place, Walter announced
that it was time to relax for the night and to have a little chat. I
plopped down on a little wooden stool as he began to put out the fire in
the room. So, naturally, in the silence, my curious mind got the best of
" So, Walter, who is this Valkyrie?" I inquired staring at an
unusual stone on the dirt floor.
" Valkyrie and Marcus...," he muttered staring into the dying
flame, " those are just other names that I go by. One for The Pack and the
other for the vampires."
"But when did you get close to the vampires?" I asked,
disgusted, remembering the thing that now called herself Amanda. "I thought
"They were what?" He asked angrily, whirling around from the
fire to glare at me. " Monsters? Evil, disgusting, creatures that didn't
deserve to live? Is that what you thought?"
I shrank back into my chair, " Well..not exactly. I just."
But his anger didn't cease, "Well then, Sara. What if I had
been close to the vampires? Maybe to close! How about this, Sara?" He
angrily asked, reaching for his shirt collar.
As I stared in horror, Walter, Valkyrie, Marcus? Whoever he
was, he slowly pulled away his tattered shirt collar to reveal two small
red indentations on his neck.
"Wait! I've seen those before!" As exclaimed as my mind
flashed back to a dead cow that had been found years ago in my old village.
In the morning that it was found dead, the farmer who examined it couldn't
determine to cause of death, except for the fact that it ha two small red
holes in its neck. The same marks that I now saw on Walter.
Finally, after revealing this, Walter realized how horrible
he was behaving and he cooled down. Flinging himself down in the chair next
to me, the large one with the bearskin, and he buried his head into his
From under his hands he said, "Forgive me again.but these
marks are the sign of the feeding of a vampire. You see, the only life, or
death in their case, sustenance is the blood of living things. Yeah, I
"Yeah, but how did they feed off of you?"
"It's a long story, but seeing as we are now. I've got
plenty of time to tell it. So here goes. It all began in the year 1493."
"Wait 1493? That can't be right! That was 200 years ago!
That would make you.."
" One hundred, eighty seven years old next month."
I laughed as if this was some kind of a joke, "But that's
" Believe me," he said soberly, " I am truly that age.
Creatures like us can live to be.. well, they can live forever."
Still, I didn't believe him, but then I remembered
something. My mind flashed back to my first time in The Pack when I met
Ivory or Susanna. She said, "You can tell that we
werewolves age slowly. I am much older than I appear.." Then he really must
be telling the truth!
"You must be true." I stuttered. Susanna..she said the same thing.
"Yes, well anyway, it was the year 1493 and I had just arrived to
this New World on an expedition under an explorer for Spain named
"Oh! I know him! He's the man that discovered the islands south
of here!" I piped up, instantly covering my mouth in embarrassment. "Erm,
He shrugged, " Don't worry, it's quite alright.but you're
correct. Columbus discovered the Indies in 1492 but after that excursion,
he returned. This time, he came with more ships and an even larger crew.
One of which was I."
I sat up, " You traveled with Columbus?"
He nodded with a smile and continued, "Anyway, we landed in
another area south of here, which is now still Spanish land. Immediately
after landing, we sent out scout parties. I, a healthy, lusty young man at
the age of 18, immediately volunteered to be in one of the first groups to
set out. Ha, it made me feel so big to be out exploring with the older men.
What a fool I was.
" So my scout party loaded up a jolly boat and set out into this
strange new land. Right after we came ashore, we felt the sticky, humid air
of the land hit our faces. We had arrived in a place that resembled a
jungle and the air swam with mosquitoes."
" It took many hours of hard labor and the use of our heavy
swords to even make a dent in the large growth of tall, spiky trees that
lined the coast. When we finally broke through, the group agreed to stay
together to be safe. We didn't know what we would encounter in this strange
forest. But I didn't stay with the group."
" Upon entering the forest, our group stumbled upon a set of
tracks that resembled those of a deer. "Ha! I've seen deer before!" I
crowed arrogantly, sitting myself on a log. For minutes, the footprints
that may provide a hint to what kind of animals resided there enraptured
all of the men in the group, besides me. Those common marks in the dirt
were of no interest to me, so I took off for some exploration of my own. I
came here to fight savages and to discover new lands! Not to just waste my
time staring at the dirt! So, I happily trekked on my own into the forest,
just for a moment...which became a minute...which became several
minutes...which turned into an hour....and finally, what became half a
" I was lost! Stumbling, exhausted through the forest, I searched for
something familiar. But nothing was! Being the proud boy-man that I was, I
refused to give up! I would find my way back to the ship and show them how
skilled I was in exploring! For hours, I listened for them to call my name
after they realized that I was gone: They never did.. Finally, when the sun
set and the full moon lit my path, the forest began to lighten as I
wandered forward. Within minutes, a full nine hours after we had landed, I
found my way to where the ship..WAS ANCHORED!!!!! But it wasn't anchored
anymore! My ticket home to England was pulling away! "Noooooo! Wait!" I
called after the ship. "Don't leave without me!!!"
"Try as I might, the ship didn't hear me. Her crew seemed to be
too busy, partying over their findings in the lower quarters. I ran into
the water and continued screaming for them to stop, but soon the ship was
only a dot in the horizon. Defeated, I walked back up the beach, towards
the forest and turned around to stare as the boat disappeared with my last
plea for them to turn around."
" Finally, I gave up and began to turn around to head back to the
shelter of the forest as storm clouds began to gather