You asked to see how Jack’s first Apprentice died, Master. Now you shall know the horrors awaiting you.
Siris enveloped Cecil’s mind, and the memories began to play.
The memory began on a moonless night, many years ago, in the same small town of Crossroads. The First Apprentice leaned against a tree, struggling to breathe. Ruben could hear them coming, the monsters rampaging through the woods in their quest to find him.
Damn, they are faster than the others, the man thought, not daring to speak. His flowing blood was already enough of a betrayal; he couldn't afford to slip a single sound. The black blade in his hands was covered in the blood of the previous vampires he had killed. All that remained was the Elder and a couple of his Underlings.
The Apprentice ducked his head as the fanged creatures whirled by, their draft tugging leaves and rocks into the air. After a brief pause the man took off running again. Within a single minute they could travel over a