I can only imagine what we looked like emerging from the forest into the little clearing the humans had set their campsite up in. Two men. One smelled delightfully of the forest in which they were encamped, the other sneezed as we approached.
“Damn allergies. I love nature, but nature hates me.” The voice was somewhat nasally and Alexndre let a small chuckle roll through the clearing, announcing our presence. The two men jumped and turned, the one with the delightful forest smell had a sharp knife in his hands and had been whittling a couple of short, thick stakes to sharp points. I had a brief moment of intense amusement, even though I could see they were being made to tack down an extra tarp, it was still almost like a bad joke. Vampires and stakes.
“God damn! Where did you two
