The meeting and discussion with Allegheri continued on for a couple hours until Chisoutsa, Mr. Umzeu and Alan Richards were set off to find Reykjavik. Allegheri gave Chisoutsa a detailed map with notes on each location and where to find the vampire. The group kept on stopping along he way as Alan was getting tired of walking.

“You two are the worst pick I had to have to help me fight this vampire. Even the Professor on the one leg would fare better then the two of you,” Chisoutsa complained at them.

“I can fight well Chisoutsa. You just haven’t seen me caught in a corner yet. I’m too smart. I don’t go looking for battles. Especially in the Death Lands,” Mr. Umezu snapped back.

“And the City of Demons is a nice place to start a company?” she replied.

“Well it would have worked if you and Censilo didn’t turn up.”

“Such a shame, I’m going to read the map while you two rest again,” Chisoutsa said.

They all stood around the desert lands. It was windy and dry. The travel was hard and long. They were a few miles away from Lockjaw Castle where they distanced off the other castles. All the castles were the same design but has different settings that set hem apart. Allegheri wrote down that the Vampire Lust Castle was very different and was the tallest one. He said it reminded him of another great castle in other world. Chisoutsa folded up the map and looked at Alan sitting on the ground.

“We need to keep on moving. Hop up Alan,” she called out.

Alan dusted himself off and put back on his lab jacket. It was shorter then the ones he was used to wearing. “Why is Reykjavik called the Lust Vampire?” he asked Chisoutsa.

“Beats me, I wouldn’t know. Beside we are heading to Hew Castle. Try and find out where to go from there. We’re rest and sleep there tonight,” she answered.

Sleeping eyes rest as far away dangers were reborn. Bubbling away and the darkness was resurging in the Death Lands. Far to the north led a large graveyard towards a dark and red bloody castle lair. Large red balls placed on cornerstones covered in blood land and a coffin stood in the center of the Convoitise Castle. A waterfall of blood flowed behind it and the coffin lid started to move. A small group of vampire girls watched from the doorway excited hat their master and lover was awaking. The lid fell to the ground with a large crack in the air. A hand rose above the coffin with a ring that had a monster on it as the figure climbed out of it.

The face appeared as a young man with long black hair and black eyes. He licked his tongue slowly across his bottom lip and the vampire girls came in and paraded around him.

“My beautiful girls, how are all we all today?” he asked.

“Oh we are all happy to see you my love. Are you feeling stronger from your long sleep?” one of the girls asked him.

“I feel very good inside. The taste of victory is much desired within me,” he replied looking at the girls. They all had long hair of blonde, black and red. They only wore a silk white gown where all private pleasures were shown to their lover and master.

The dark Reykjavik walked over to the blood waterfall and he let the blood pore over him and he drank some of it and smiled towards the girls.

“Today marks my return and there’s nothing powerful enough to stop. Not even the vampire who refuses to drink blood and his pitiful wizard friend can dent his desire to rule my lands,” Reykjavik said. 

The doorway opened again and a male vampire entered the room.

“It is me Kayi, your personal helper. It is wonderful to see you awake and strong again. I have all the latest news for you,” Kayi boomed.

“My personal suck up. What news do you pre tell?” Reykjavik asked.

“There’s a massive price on your head for your death. The Village has been speaking about in the past few days. My sources tell no one has accepted the offer yet,” Kayi answered.

“So Irasil Allegheri is too gutless to have a battle with me and wants some farmer boy or human to do the job for me. What will he send a demon or ghost to fight me?”

“I wouldn’t have a clue but Allegheri was the one who made the offer to everyone in the Death Lands. Isn’t he 300 years late to be trying to stop you?”

“Time isn’t on his side anymore Kayi. A mere human has been called upon to defeat me. It’s nice to know Allegheri is willing to give up free blood to me.”

Reykjavik ordered Kayi to follow on with the information at hand and to find out who was assigned to kill him. He walked off with his vampire beauties out of the coffin room.

The light rose over the sleeping travelers and Alan was the first to awake. He leaned over to Mr. Umzeu and shook him.

“Time to get up, that castle we were meant to be at is only down the road.” He whispered.

“I’m getting up. I’m not the morning person now in retirement. If you weren’t slow we would have been there by now,” Mr. Umzeu complained.

Chisoutsa was the last to wake up. She stood up and looked over the castle in front and turned to Alan and Mr. Umezu. 

“We need to move now,” she said quickly heading off to the castle.

‘I check the map late last night and it this place was called Huw Castle. Not much information about this place. Allegheri said he hasn’t visited it before, Mr. Umzeu said to Alan.

The small party crossed past the open doors of the castle. It was surprise warm and covered in rich pieces of furniture. Chisoutsa looked around for anyone and turned to Alan, “This place is empty. Looks like the owners are not here. They turned around and saw a young male dressed in white shirt and jeans. He looked at him unhappily.

“Are from you that dirty vampire I know of? Trying to steal my stuff?” he shouted at him. He grabbed a sword from the side of the room and Chisoutsa moved ahead to him. They smashed swords and the mystery owner was pinned against the wall quickly.

“Why the hell do I do this if I do this?” he cried disappearing in a flash. 

Chisoutsa turned around and looked at Mr. Umezu, “Where the fuck is he? What’s going on?” she cried. 

A pot plant lifted above her head and smashed it on her. She fell to the ground and didn’t move.

“It’s a ghost! There’s no way to fight one,” Mr. Umzeu shouted.

Alan pushed in towards the ghost and cried out, “You won’t get me so easily. I’m Alan Richards and I know a thing or two.”

“He knows nothing, don’t listen to him,” Mr. Umezu replied.

The ghost appeared straight away and studied Alan very closely “Oh my god, you’re a Richards. I’m your great, great uncle. Nice to meet you,” cried the ghost.

Alan grew in shock and turned to Mr. Umezu, “Now you know something,” Mr. Umezu answered him.

The mystery ghost studied Alan Richards for a few moments before Chisoutsa awoke from the ground. The ghost looked at Chisoutsa then back at Alan. There was a fireplace where the group was. It was well kept for a castle looked after by a ghost.

“My name is Hew. The village is named after me and our family Alan. The Richards moved to the City of Demons a while ago to get away from our past,” Hew explained.

“So my family did live here. Where is everyone else?” Alan asked while stood up and looked at the ghost with a dirty face.

“They’re all dead by now but I remain here. I must be lucky. Well you’re awake aren’t you,” Hew said looking towards Chisoutsa.

“You didn’t need to hit me. Besides shouldn’t you be in the next life world now?”

“That’s true but with people like me. Who are let’s say half good and evil, we get trapped in here as ghosts. My good deeds were at the end of my life,” Hew said. 

“Sounds like me,” joked Mr. Umezu.

Hew floated around the room and saw the map that Alan was holding and questioned him, “Looking for someone Alan?”

“I am looking for the Vampire Convoitise,” Chisoutsa answered.

“Why you would be looking for him. He’s all the powerful in the Death Lands, Hew said.

“I’ve had an offer from Allegheri to kill him for a nice sum.”

“So he’s getting a human to do it for him. So your name is?”

“Chisoutsa, I’m the one who took care of Censilo,” she answered.

“I’m impressed. Censilo was by what I heard a powerful and smart thinking leader. The Death Lands are a large and challenging area unlike the City of Demons. Mountains, castles, ghosts like me but with evil intent, you can’t drive around in a car and shoot at things,” Hew said.

“I told you before with the Black Vixen,” Alan reminded Chisoutsa.

Chisoutsa nodded her head and Hew grabbed the map from Alan and read it, “Your travels will only get worse from here. There’s the Soul Mountains that surround the Convoitise Castle. Hard to breathe and there’s vampires on the lookout. Your target will no doubt pay you a visit there. I can help take you there. These two can stay and eat all my food,” Hew said.

“There’s food here. About time too!” Mr.Umezu said.

“You can make yourself home here people. Chisoutsa and I can go on to see the Vampire. I haven’t had a adventure since my death,” Hew said.

“Who killed you?” Alan asked his great uncle.

“Convoitise killed me a long time ago. He didn’t know me well and I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Like thousands of villagers were,” Hew sighted.

Chisoutsa sorted herself out adding weapons to her with her sword and gun she still had on her from the Black Vixen. Hew turned to Alan and Mr. Umezu, “That car, the Black Vixen I saw on the map. How are you going to repair it?” Hew asked.

“There’s nothing we can do. No fuel for it,” Alan answered back.

“I have some fuel left in the storage room from past bad deeds. Only enough to get you back to the city. Alan and Mr. Umezu can do this while we go traveling. I’ve been waiting to get back at that vampire for years and I hope you can do it for me Chisoutsa,” Hew said.

“I hope so for my sake. Alan, be quick with the repairs. Get the flying device working on the Black Vixen,” Chisoutsa said.

“I will. We should go now Mr. Umezu,” Alan said.

The two of them headed out of the castle with the fuel bottle and Hew floated in front of the fire camp. He was thinking of the lust vampire, the monster who killed him. 

“Do you like being a ghost Hew?” Chisoutsa asked him.

“Sometimes it has its good moments. But to live with no family and unable to feel anything anymore is painful. It almost seems to me that no good deeds can save you from this life. The gods are cruel and the powerful evil across the entire are bent on ruling over each other. That’s the world we live in Chisoutsa. You’re just another strong figure against them,” Hew answered sadly.

Hew turned around and looked at the young woman, “Time to go. I can’t change my life but I can change the lives of the Villagers.”

Chisoutsa followed him out of the fire place room watching her new friend and wondering what deeds he did in his life.

The wind in the Village had picked up as Mr. Umezu and Alan were shaking as they neared the Black Vixen. There weren’t any children out to play that night and the people were very quiet when Mr. Umezu noticed it. The villagers were shielding their faces from each other and at him.

“It’s very quiet around here. Something wrong you think?” he asked Alan.

“Maybe, I can’t tell,” Alan answered.

They reached the Black Vixen when they saw a figure with a torch of fire. It was Frithdar camping out waiting for Chisoutsa an the group to return.

“What are you doing here?” Alan asked him.

“I do hope our Chisoutsa isn’t dead yet,” Frithdar replied.

“No, she’s with a friend heading to the Soul Mountains,” Mr. Umezu said.

“It’s a dangerous place to be at for vampire hunting,” Frithdar said.

“Why are the villagers all quiet tonight?” Mr. Umezu asked.

“The vampire has awoken and that’s why I’m here to give the warning. He is strong and ready to battle anyone in the world. Chisoutsa will be facing a difficult battle to control him. His vampire army will test her out first,” Frithdar told them.

“She’s facing another guy called Censilo. Real bad looking demon, nearly took over two worlds. She’ll be fine,” Mr. Umezu snapped back.

“You are leaving the area back to the city?” Frithdar asked.

“Yes to get this car repaired,” Alan replied.

“Good luck on the trip home. This machine looking car might help her out.”

“It should. I made it,” Alan smiled.

The Black Vixen finally had some fuel back in her and the car took off slowly with the damages. Frithdar watched in the background and he worried about how Chisoutsa could deal with the Lust Vampire. He knew she had good skill but he also knew that these parts of the world had challenges she hadn’t been through before. 

“The Death Lands is not kind to any creature who walks it,” Frithdar spoke to himself.

The car traveled out of the Death Lands and into the sandstorm area at full speed. Alan was riving and Mr. Umzeu in the back seat reading.

“This car better not blow up by the time we get back home. The damages you guys made were terrible. Those garage girls will be needed on this pile of rubbish we are driving in.” Mr. Umezu complained.

“It’s not that bad! We’ll be fine. If Chisoutsa will be fine, is the real question. Going alone with a ghost isn’t safe too. I can’t believe my family is all gone, just a shadow ghost that weeps in front of a fireplace. Being sinned for his life deeds,” Alan sighted looking into the long distance desert of sand and dirt.