We waited on the road side as the cart approached. 'This is a bad idea' my subconscious screamed. Dipper never took his eyes off me. For some reason, I suspected he knew what I was, but which part? The vampire me or the assassin me?
As soon as the cart was within our reach, Dipper gave the signal. Patra shot an arrow at the horse and as it's blood sipped out, I felt myself being distracted for a moment. Marv dashed towards the cart and suddenly slit the throat of the rider. As he did, Dipper broke the chains that locked the cart. He began searching for what they came for.
Suddenly, I heard horses approaching. From the look on Patra's face, they didn't anticipate the cart would have company. The riders were dressed in armour and they all drew their swords when they saw us. Dipper was st
