He pushed himself up from the bed to sit at the edge as his feet touched the ground. Getting up, he headed to his own room.

After the often encounters they had and the time he spent with her when they were little, he felt guilty to leave the girl in the cold gla.s.s room. He would pick her up to put her in the bed, in this same room. There was also the time when he heard someone walking he would drop her somewhere safe before going to his room.

It was the little things, things that weren't wise. She was clumsy back then, dropping any and everything that was around her. The memories made him smile, he couldn't remember how many times he had covered up for her, to keep her away from being punished for her clumsiness.

"Good morning, master Leonard," his housekeeper wished him, who had a tray in his hand ready to serve, "Would you like to drink something?"

"No. Have breakfast prepared in half an hour and the carriage ready. I need to go visit the town where there's been an abduction."

"Another one?" the housekeeper asked surprise in his voice. It was the second time to happen in this week.

"Yes, if you could get it done to the earliest," said Leonard to get an instant yes from Jan who disappeared to get the breakfast prepared.

Most of the folks who thought it was the vampires and humans who didn't get along needed to check the relations.h.i.+p of the witches and humans.

It was if they were playing back and forth with each other, each killing one another by taking turns. It had come to become the weeks routine. Either a human would be taken away to a black witch's hideout or the witches which included the innocent ones that were burnt alive in the middle of the town.

A few of the human's body parts were found across the forest, some that were washed away with the rain. The humans were scared and angry at the council for not doing anything about it. It wasn't as easy as they thought it could be though. Black witches were extremely clever but there was something else that bothered him. Something else that had been weighing on his mind.

Last week when he had been on a tour to the forest to inspect the bodies, he had found something else that seemed and looked inhuman. Humans that died were always dry in a rotting process but what he found at one particular place was a slimy flesh which he was sure didn't belong to a human.

And if didn't, the question was whom or what did it belong to?