For a week, Fritz slept. No dreams invaded his exhausted mind. Inadvertently drawing on his life force to summon a copy of Lilly's rapier Blooddrinker had nearly killed him. Fritz fell easily into a coma as he collapsed onto his own vomit. His wounds had been tended to by Freyes' healers. The church was able to help, but only after Ada was victorious. The bed eagerly warped around his body, like a pleasant cloud. His chest rose and fell in even intervals, even as a spot of familiar drool formed within the crook of his arm.

A malingering threat pulled at Fritz's consciousness. Words finally reached his mind on the dawn of the seventh day.

"Kill him." A malevolent voice whispered. "Bring me his blood. Bleed him dry. Let me feast upon him. Power awaits you, child. Do it. His blood would empower me. His blood would be the start of your own ascension. Let me feed. Blood! Feed me his blood!" On and on the voice called for his death. Fritz's face pulled inward as he frowned. His consciousness struggled to return to reality, yet fear and danger propelled him from the darkness.

Fritz sat up in a panic. His body tensed as he breathed heavily. A clean alien room greeted him. The soft feather mattress shifted under his moving weight. As he felt a pressure on his left side.

"Kill him! Before he truly wakes!" The evil voice came again.

Fritz tried to form the right expletive. All that came out was a strange groan. His throat was dry. His mouth and tongue were nearly mummified.

Something stirred next to his side. Gripping his body tighter, Ada breathed in heavily. Between his legs, an enchanted rapier, brimming with magical runes called for his death. Fritz blinked in confusion as he turned to the blonde wolfkin. Ada jolted awake.

"Fritz, are you awake?" She rubbed her eyes as she looked towards him.

"YHmmm". Fritz replied. A sudden energy infused her as she threw her arms over his shoulder and pulled him back down.

"Kill him. He is weak! Do it, now!" The rapier whispered madness between his legs.

"I knew you'd live! I was so worried when you stabbed yourself. What the hells were you thinking? Did you take a page out of Marcelle's book? I mean really? The sword is great though! I just needed a real enchanted blade to beat her! And I won! I won! Fritz! Isn't that great?! I beat her! I'm a real warrior! Just like the books! I can kill the undead who threaten our homeland! Just you wait! I'm gonna bring you back a vampire's head!"

"Whuter" Fritz said like a dying man interrupting Ada's spiel.

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"Water? Do you need water?" Fritz nodded. Ada jumped up. Scrambling over to the other side of the bed, she grabbed a bowl. Positing his body upwards she tilted the bowl towards his lips. The water came on like a tidal wave. He was barely able to keep it down. Sputtering and coughing, Fritz let the cool moisture invigorate him. He felt his strength slowly returning.

"Ada." Fritz said, sighing. "What happened?"

"I won. I went to kill her, just like you wanted. But the bitch got in my way. That damn maid. But don't worry, she's not coming back. I made sure of it. I carved her up for you. I mean how dare she? She should have gone home way earlier. She shouldn't get in our way!"

"Where are we?" Fritz asked.

"Church of Freyes. Were in the dormitories right now. They gave us all rooms, since we're guarding you!"

"Are you okay?" Fritz asked. Ada nuzzled up closer to him. Throwing her leg over his side she covered her rapier between his legs.

"Yes! I'm better than ever! I have something I've always dreamed of!"

"Kill him! Do it!" The blade screened objected to Fritz's existence.

"The thing between my legs?" Fritz asked.

"Mmmhmmm." Ada agreed as she nuzzled closer. "Thank you! It's always been my dream. I wanted a flaming sword, but that thing is great! It makes me faster and stronger! I just wish it was a bit longer! It would be really cool, if it was a two-hander! Ya'know?"

"The sword that keeps calling for my blood?" Fritz asked.

"Wait? You can hear it too?" Ada asked. She sat up. "What's it saying?"

"Kill him." Fritz groaned. A pulsing pain overtook his head as tried to sit back up. "It keeps trying to kill me, Ada. You should throw it away." Ada frowned.

"Sounds about right." Ada shot up from the bed. "But don't worry! I've tested it, but it cannot move on its own. It can only buff me! It won't hurt you!"

"Ada?"

"I know what you may be thinking. Is it safe? The answer is yes. It is totally safe." Ada rolled up from the bed, as she picked up her rapier. "For I am a hero of justice!" Ada shouted. She went through a series of poses with her new enchanted rapier.

"What about the other's did they survive?"

"Mhhmmm. Yeah. Marcelle was bedridden for a day or two, but otherwise fine." Ada said nonchalantly.

The door to Fritz's room exploded open. A familiar gray-haired beastkin stood glowering in the doorway. She tore the smoking pipe out of her mouth, before taking a large breath preparing to yell.

"Ada!" Neva screamed. Her face was red in the early morning. "Give me the fucking cursed sword!" Fritz's ears rung in the early morning. Whatever peace he had awoken into instantly vanished.

"No! He gave it to me! It's mine!" Ada screeched.

Neva ran into the room, after the younger blonde beastkin. Ada jumped off of Fritz's bed grabbing her sword. Sprinting forward Neva attempted to tackle her. Ada jumped over Neva. Her head barely touched the hard wood of the tall ceiling as Neva missed her careening forward into the stone wall. Without missing a beat, Ada ran out of Fritz's room. Neva, slowly dusted herself off as she climbed to her feet.

"You're up. Good. Talk with you later. The jig is up. They know everything. We should leave before we're stuck, and thing's get complicated." Neva grumped as she jumped to her feet. She ran out into the hallway, screaming after Ada.

A burning urge to piss infected Fritz, as he moved to the edge of his bed. Willing the blood to travel to his extremities, he did his best to stand up and find a bathroom.