Chapter 6: Through Our Years

                                    

                                          
Jonathan looked out at the city's well lit night skyline. He yawned, much less of exhaustion, but more of boredom. Jonathan no longer needed to sleep or eat ever since he came back from the dead, and that made his days all the more longer. So in a way, he was kind of looking forward to this auction event.
"They're going to open their doors soon," Duncan muttered. "I've marked all potential entries and exits with a spell, so I'll be notified if any magic sets it off. Jonathan and I will overlook the grand hall as a precaution. Lucy-"
"-will be guarding the perimeter, right?" Lucy droned in a bored tone. She seemed to be really going for the female Dracula look tonight, with her dark cloak and a popped up hood. She pouted while twirling her pistol absentmindedly. "You never let me see the fun stuff."
"Come now, Lucy. We both know only you can be everywhere at once in the dark."
"Hmph. Fair enough." Lucy gave Duncan a side eye before transforming into a black cat. She leapt off the roof and perched herself on a nearby pole, casting her yellow eyes into the distance. Jonathan turned back to Duncan, who had already vanished without a sound. He shrugged and sped off to his designated location.
Jonathan found Duncan sitting on an indoor ceiling beam, overlooking the grand hall that looked way too flashy to host a supposedly illegal auction. Guests were sauntering through the doors, dressed in what looked like masquerade attires. 
"I guess that's how the promoters disguised the event," Jonathan thought to himself. He sat across Duncan, who had obviously noticed him but refused to utter a word.
"So, how's it like being a witch doctor?" Jonathan started, trying to break the ice. "Do you... ya know... Do you do the voodoo?"
Duncan stared at him as though he just watched the worst comic in the city deliver the lamest joke in the world.
"F-forget I said that," Jonathan mumbled. "Let's just-"
A small chuckle escaped Duncan's lips. 
"That's a new one," he said. "I do not 'do the voodoo'. I'm a doctor; I cure people from voodoo curses. However, that requires having knowledge of voodoo to begin with. So yes, I can do voodoo magic."
"What else can you do?"
"I can turn you into a frog if you don't stop bothering me."
Jonathan's mouth slammed shut immediately, but Duncan let out a brief grunt of laughter yet again.
"I was only joking, boy. I can make you think you're a frog, but I cannot actually turn you into one." He grinned as Jonathan shuddered a little. That man sure had a strangely terrifying sense of humour.
"Good to know..." Jonathan muttered, racking his brains to change the topic. "Uhm... Does it ever bother you that Lucy is a vampire and drinks blood to live?"
"You're very blunt, son. But no, it never bothers me." Duncan continued looking out at the hall rapidly filling itself up. "For one, she will never attack people like me. Vampires need sustenance from beings with a soul, and mine has long since withered away. And for another, Lucy is a noble hearted woman trapped in a demon's body. She would never kill innocent people without sufficient justification."
"You seem very familiar with her."
"Of course, I've known Lucy for five hundred years. She has a righteous soul." Duncan said. "I'm sure you've noticed, but she can go out in the sun despite the myth claiming that vampires cannot. Do you know why that is?"
Jonathan shook his head.
"Because she was the one who started that rumour," Duncan continued. "Vampires used to terrorise villages during her time. She never joined in, only choosing the blood of wildlife to sustain herself. Human blood is very potent, and her kind rapidly grew in strength as a result of their lifestyle. They could wipe out entire towns within a single night, should they simply be in the mood. Then one day, Lucy had enough of their bloodlust and slipped a poison in her fellow vampires. A poison that lit up their vampiric blood like fire when exposed to the sun. And just like that, all of them burned up in full view of their potential victims as the sun rose over their town. Thus began the myth of the sun being lethal to vampires."