RuneScape:Wiki Post/Fan fiction/Witching Hour - Parts Two & Three

The ectophial was emptied over the corpse of Mr. Hammond, and his killer disappeared as quickly as he had arrived, albeit with a heavier inventory this time. Phasmatys was his destination, and he had things to do; things that would change the outcome of the world.

“Witching Hour” - Part Two
By Mr. Garrison

The ground of Port Phasmatys was a sickly shade of green, but if you've just committed murder, the ground makes no difference to you, for every inch of earth you tread on still leaves a footprint of sin behind.

However, getting that sword was necessary, whatever any guards in Varrock had to say. Still, he would not be gonig back there any time soon, and now he had the power to strike a deal with his opponents.

The moon was high in the sky, and the Witching Hour was well under-way as the killer clambered into the woods beneath the gnarled branches of hollow trees.

“Away! Off! At once!” he hissed as a leech launched itself at his stomach.

He pulled snapped off a branch from the tree and stabbed the leech with it, causing the foul creature to decay into the ground of the forest, leaving only a foul smelling liquid behind.

The leeches are certainly swarming in this part of the woods, I dread to think what horrors await further within, he pondered. The walk would take nearly ten minutes to reach the place he seeked as it was on the outskirts of the miles upon miles of swamp and forest.

“My shoe,” he grumbled as he looked down at his foot to see it was caught in mud and barely able to move.

A mist began to rise from behind the trees as a shadowy figure emerged, and his heart felt like it was going to shatter into a million pieces in fear. A Vampyre emerged clutching what appeared to be a tattered scroll, and it waved its other hand causing the mud to retreat from the killer's foot.

“Tell me your name,” insisted the Vampyre in a calm but firm manner.

“Adam,” answered the killer.

The Vampyre squeezed the scroll tightly and shut its sunken black eyes, but suddenly they sprung back open.

“You might be the Adam I seek, on the orders of my Lord, come vermin, at once.”

“Please, I beg of you, there are more important matters at hand here!”

“That sword is making you this way, what is it? What makes it so special? And why 7?”

“It's not of your interest.”

“But it is, and you know it, I can sense that your blood is flowing ever so fast, you're lying. I have everything I need to know now.”

“You said Drakan needs me!”

“That was to simply keep you still, keep your thoughts flowing in a logical fashion so I could pick them out one-by-one. Now, I think it's time you became leech-meat, vermin!”

As the Vampyre darted behind Adam, it opened its mouth revealing a vicious set of teeth. Amongst the trees however, something was moving; something that was bright and an intense shade of orange.

The light from it spilled over the landscape and turned the Vampyre to dust before Adam's eyes, and then it lessened its glow.

“The sword is mine now,” Adam stated.

“But the battle is nowhere near won,” replied the voice.

To be continued...