As the mind fog cleared, the dire reality of the situation set in. Momo began to panic. How did she let Valerica talk her into this? She was mere feet away from what seemed to be an expert-level vampire, and worse, a stolen, feral, ostrich, and she had no plan at all. Just a tiny wooden stake and a very tall, drooling man.
Momo grumbled. Assuming she survived this, she’d be updating her list of demands: two weeks of vacation, not one, and new stuffing for her bed. The blood from her robes had soaked through the hay, and it was getting pretty… gross. Even for Morgana’s Dawn standards.
“You know, people will be very mad if you eat me!” Viktor protested, pushing his button nose through the bars of the cage, “I’m a very important member of Kalendale society, I’ll have you know!”
“Oh yeah? And what are the people of Kalendale going to do about it, exactly?”
“Stake you! Stake you.. a hundred times!”
The vampire threw her head back in laughter.
“I encourage them to try,” she grinned, shaking the top of his cage as if she was petting a rambunctious dog, “I usually have to pay such steep delivery fees for human takeout. It would be a dream for the food to deliver itself to my door free of charge.”
Viktor went pale, receding into his cage. Momo shuddered. The vampire wasn’t wrong. Kalendale wasn’t exactly brimming with wit and intelligence. They’d be the equivalent of a five-minute microwave meal for the vamp.
If Momo wanted to avoid the same fate, she’d have to get creative. Very creative.
She surveyed her tiny army of small cat and large man, and an idea came to her. She fetched the stake from her pack, and squatted in front of Dusk.
“Take this,” she whispered, and the cat took the weapon between its teeth, pointing the tip outwards, “I’m going to send Argaboog in as a diversion. While she’s distracted, you pounce at her, grab onto her with your claws, and stick her with the stake. Got it?”
Dusk nodded, disappearing into thin air. Momo watched the stake float silently around the perimeter of the room, successfully avoiding the vampire’s gaze. The woman was too concerned with tormenting her food before dinnertime.
“Argabloogey,” Momo turned to the hunter, “you can have the second one.”
She handed him the second of the three stakes in her pack. She had been confused at first why Valerica gave her so many, but she was grateful in retrospect. She must have known she’d be handing them out like Halloween candy.
With both her lackeys in position, Momo readied herself to give the command. Just as she was about to, the words died in her mouth. Viktor had begun wailing again, pleading even louder than before. He certainly was not concerned about retaining his dignity in his last minutes.
“What about this!” he proposed, his voice cracking under the stress, “if you let me out, I can arrange a very good deal for you. A very good deal indeed.”
The vampire perked up, her pointy ears standing on edge, “while I doubt you have anything of value to offer me, I am happy to entertain you with one final try.”
“The Necromage, Valerica,” he said, holding the bars of his cage so tight his knuckles had gone white, “I know her greatest weakness. A weakness not a single soul is privy to, even her fellow necromancers.”
Momo clenched her fists. That dirty trickster of a wizard. First her ostrich, now Viktor Mole. Could no one be trusted? Still, the wizard had to be bluffing. Valerica had no weaknesses.
Okay, maybe a few - but none of note. Her greatest fault that Momo could think of was a mild shopping habit. She’d come back from her ‘business trips’ with a hundred more golden baubles to decorate Morgana's shrine with than before, insisting they were ‘enchanted with luck.'
Having grown skeptical, Momo brought one of them to the sanctuary’s resident enchantress. She quickly informed Momo that the baubles were indeed enchanted—except not with Luck, but with the [Overpriced] augmentation, causing their buyer to constantly insist they were worth the coin.
Momo was grateful that this was a society without credit card debt. Still, that was neither here nor there. She doubted the vampire could defeat Valerica with the power of an overpriced bauble.
Momo furrowed her brow worriedly. Unless it was really shiny…
“And why would I be interested in knowing that? I have no intentions of eating Valerica,” the vampire grimaced at the thought, “she smells of pungent death, and I’m sure her blood would taste the same.”
Momo frowned. She wouldn’t go as far to call it pungent. Just death would do.
“Not eat her, no! But if you controlled her mighty fort, and her large cult of necromancers, you would never have to hunt again. They could do all the work for you - clean, cook, prepare peasants for consumption. That’s layman's work, why are you doing it all yourself?”
This gave the vampire pause. Momo could see the gears churning in her mind. She couldn’t blame her - that life did sound nice, minus the peasant-eating.
“I can’t believe I am saying this, but you are quite correct,” she said, “a vampire of my Intermediate level should be living in a sea of blood and gold, not hunting cattle. Enlighten me, wizard. Tell me the High Necromage’s weakness.”
Intermediate? Momo took a small, relieved breath. Maybe they weren't too outmatched. In charisma and charm, absolutely, but in sheer Class power...
Realizing he had gained the upper hand, Viktor crossed his arms. “Not yet. First, you must promise to release me.”
The vampire sighed, “oh you humans and your sorry little drive for self-preservation. Fine, fine. I will release you, and give you a six minute head start on running.”
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Viktor trembled, “six minutes? To outrun you?”
“It’s a very charitable head start. I usually only allow three minutes.”
Realizing he was losing ground, Viktor pivoted. “What about ten?”
“You are losing time by the second. Now you’re down to five,” the vampire frowned.
“Oh, oh Gods,” he said, going pale, “okay, alright. Valerica’s weakness is her... protectiveness. She cares deeply for one of her new recruits, a meek and frail initiate who goes by 'Momo.' If you can capture Momo, she is your most powerful bargaining piece. You could turn Valerica against every single one of her allies with a single threat towards the girl.”
What? Momo’s heart dropped. That couldn’t be true. In her shock, she dropped the stake in her hand. It noisily rolled across the cavern floor, stopping at the tip of the vampire’s shoe. The vampire’s eyes widened at the sight of it, and she kneeled to pick it up.
“What is this?” she said, anger building in her voice, “a… stake?”
Oh crap. She had to do something --
“Argabloog, charge!” Momo commanded. The hunter immediately surged forward, stake in hand. He lurched towards the vampire at breakneck speed, letting out a wild, animalistic scream as he thrust the stake at her chest.
The vampire curved the attack in an instant, teleporting herself to his side. His momentum launched him forward, and he stumbled, landing face-flat on the wall behind her. The wooden stake clamored to the ground.
“Didn’t I drink you already?” the vampire glowered, her eyes glowing with malice. She approached him from the back, clamping her fingers around his neck. With the feeblest of movements, a loud crack echoed around the room, and his head sagged limply in place.
Momo watched in horror as he keeled over, falling to the ground. Viktor screamed, and the ostrich cleaned its feathers, uninterested in involving itself in the fray.
Killed twice in one day, Momo thought, frozen in terror. Poor guy. That had to be some sort of record. Momo wanted to pity him, but she didn’t quite have the time. The vampire’s eyes had already found her, licking her lips as she stared daggers at her next victim.
“Well, aren’t you cute,” she grinned, stepping forward, “[Shade Step].”
The vampire vanished into the darkness. Momo stumbled backwards, nervously surveying for the vampire's location. The outline of the creature’s form slithered around the room, its position given away by a subtle shimmering outline. She was slipping between the shadows cast by the torchlight, encroaching closer and closer.
“[Life Steal - Quick Steal]!” Momo shouted, focusing the skill on the vampire’s silhouette. A burst of red and green light shot from her hand, encircling the shadowy figure. The vampire let out an annoyed moan, stumbling out of the shadow. She emerged with a hand covering her chest, breathing heavily.
“That actually worked?” Momo said in disbelief. She felt her body surge with borrowed strength. She actually landed a hit. Her, Momo! She wished someone was here to witness such a moment—well, someone besides an ostrich, and a crouched over wizard who was about to piss himself out of fear.
“How dare you,” the vampire glowered, rage flashing in her red eyes, “little peasant girl, you think you’re a match for an immortal being? A daughter of Neculai?”
Uninterested in her villainous monologue, Momo yelled out another spell.
“[Abysmal Burst II]!”
Caught in the middle of her speech, the vampire failed to dodge the ball of dark energy. It landed smack dab in the middle of her chest, sending her flying backwards into the wall. She groaned in agony, slumping next to the fallen hunter.
“Stupid cooldowns,” the vampire said with a shaky breath. Momo gritted her teeth. Even after two spells, she was still standing - well, sitting. But sitting in an annoyingly alive sort of way.
“Cooldowns are the worst,” Momo agreed, momentarily forgetting herself. She was unused to being the one with the upper hand. Should she be preparing a villainous monologue? What would she even monologue about? She didn’t even have a cool name. She couldn't imagine herself saying something like ye peasants, shiver in front of the.. Momo! Terrifying, dominating, Momo The–
The thought died in her brain, as she had run out of oxygen to power the daydream. Two tentacled hands were wound tightly around her neck, extending from the vampire’s slumped shoulders.
“That’s right, darling, go into that sweet night,” the vampire whispered, eyes glinting with deliriousness as she tightened the grip even further. Momo’s head pounded, her neck a second away from snapping. She tried to cast another spell, but she couldn’t summon the required air. The pain was excruciating - an unbearable tightness.
Not like this. Momo thought, tears forming in her eyes. She needed to show Valerica that she could take down an enemy on her own. She was a necromancer in her own right - a capable one. A competent, fearless warrior who would never lose her life because she was distracted by an internal monologue.
Just as the darkness was about to fully envelop her, she sharply inhaled. A bloodcurdling scream echoed throughout the chamber, and the pressure around her neck released. The tentacles limped into her lap.
Momo looked up to find the vampire staring back at her with dead, unmoving eyes. A stake was rammed through her chest with perfect precision. Momo blinked, unbelieving - how?
“Meow.”
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