The Necromancer: Part Seventeen
by J Jericho Born
"Where have you been?" asked Abel's former teacher with an audible amount of disgust. Abel gave little acknowledgement of his defunct tutor who watched him busily tend to his wardrobe.

"Well, I don't know, I seem to have aquired a great wealth of new attire that I am putting away in front of your very face. Perhaps I was out taking a walk," Abel answered bitterly.

"And how does this shopping expedition aid us in our conquering endeavors?" questioned the older necromancer.

"Relax. We have time to use for ourselves while Puritan sires enough vampires to begin a proper campaign. Anyway, what have you done that was so useful?" snapped Abel while he continued folding clothing.

"I. . . I. . .," the elder of the two was at a loss for words.

"There you have it then," smugly said Abel.

"Where was the vampire that was with you?" asked the older individual.

"We were ambushed by that Slayer," replied Abel.

"You let her slay the vampire?" queried the longer in the tooth necromancer.

"I wasn't expecting her to prevail. Her fighting abilities are superior to most. Anyway, I had to test out the potency of Puritan's new bloodline of vampires," Abel explained.

He added, "She put up quite I fight when I attempted to dispatch her. Her Watcher managed to procure her an Amulet of Celindra."

The cold, grim face of Abel's former mentor began to show a glimpse of regard.

"He must be quite a resourceful fellow," he commented.

Abel concured, "Indeed. The Watcher is the proverbial head of the foul. If I deal with him I'm sure the Slayer will just thrash about like a chicken without a head for a bit and then die."


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