The banquet was well underway by the twenty second hour of the day.  Pierre observed and listened to the talk Jean had with the Carrnon and mostly with Isabel. They would talk of the most pointless events as if they were the grand ball at the King’s castle and would even dare stare on each other’s eyes when Carrnon was not paying attention. Everyone was enjoying their main course when the conversation finally turned to Pierre himself. “Tell us, Sir La Or, why the black armour? The only knights I know that bear the blackened armour are the ones of Mousillion but from what I gathered by the hilt of your sword you hail from Carcasson! Surely a tale is aloft on why the black armour is worn?” Carrnon questioned. Pierre pretended to wipe food from his mouth with a handkerchief and in his mind made a mental note to be on guard of this man’s perception. “This armour was created on a pack I made with my other questing companions when twelve, of the eighteen we were, perished in a battle against a Chaos war band. The rest were to bear this black armour as a mark of grief for the lives of our companions lost. . “ he said and stood up, removing his travelling cloak and revealing the armour in all its glorious detail. Silver dragons sprang from the shoulders, insignia and inscriptions made out of silver were curved on it and the names of the fallen of the back plate. He then wore the cloak again and took a seat.  “It was fashioned by the Fae themselves.” He said to Carrnon. Jan knew that to be a lie. He knew for a fact that the armour Pierre bore was blackened by Pierre himself and was blessed in blood and the Dark Lady’s praises. “The Fae you say? They say they are immortal. Have you ever meet them?” Lady Carrnon enquired. Pierre smiled; “No, I haven’t meet any of the fey. But I know that they not immortal. They get pierced by a lance as easily as a human. “Pierre said and leaned in closer to the table. “Vampires, now those are immortal” he said whispering in a mystical tone. Lord Carrnon simply scoffed but Lady Carrnon seemed fascinated and leaned in. “Have you  ever met any vampires Sir Lord La Or?” Lady Carrnon asked. Pierre smiled and Jran looked around nervously. “Yes my dear lady. I have fought such a creature and bested it into combat. It was one of the hardest battles I  fought. “Pierre said and paused. “And let me tell you something about vampires. The one I faced was as noble and honourable as I was” He said. Deep inside Pierre’s human part still screamed in horror of what he was about to do. Yet he knew that this was the only way for Jran to be knighted. Severing every link to their humanity and past was something Pierre did with all his children. Carrnon sighed “Vampires are not noble. Vampires are beasts. No matter how much they try to hide behind our rules of chivalry and their supposed nobility, they are nothing but vile parasites feeding on humanity. How do you even dare such a thing Grail Knight?” he said, stressing the word Grail as on an insult. Pierre stood up with flames in his eyes. He made for the hilt of his sword. eJan pushed his chair back and stood up in an attempt to reason with his master. He knew his master was easy to insult and knew that Lord Carrnon was in deep trouble. “Master….” Jean started but was interrupted by a strong slap on the cheek as Pierre slapped Jean to the ground and drew his sword. It was ancient, magical. Everyone felt it. Made out of pure silver and bearing inscriptions of ages past it vibrated in a bloody red colour. Jean tried to crawl up from the cobblestone ground but instead started coughing and spit blood. Isabel dashed to him as Pierre made way to Lord Carrnon himself. “What do I know about vampires you ask?” he said in a deep hissing tone, tilting his head from side to side and he steadily walked to Lord Carrnon who stood there petrified, shocked. “Why, I am one!” Pierre said and let out a cold dark laughter that filled the chamber and made Lady Carrnon and her daughter Marrie rush for the hall’s exit, screaming for guards. But Pierre had other plans. He pulled his cape and revealed his true identity. His red tunic was shown and the inscription on his armour and the gruesome dragon on his helmet, which at that moment was hanging from his belt above his left thigh, revealed what he truly was. But that was not enough. With a move Pierre magically closed the doors shut and came face to face with Lord Carrnon. He lowered his sword as Carrnon was breathing heavily and fast, clearly in a shock and Pierre came into eye contact. “ My virtue of chivalry is mixed with blood, beasts and darkness but it is more certainly upheld” he said while staring at Lord Carrnon and with a sudden violent attack, bit and tore Lord Carrnon’s neck open. He left Carrnon to chock on his own blood as he fell down, splattering the floor with blood. Pierre sheathed his sword and silently turned around to face the two women banging on the hall’s wooden doors screaming for help. “There there now. They breed you well I see. Like they fatten the swine before they take them to the slaughterhouse to be butchered for the next day’s festival” he uttered a look of complete madness and frenzy in his eyes.  He silently walked near them and enthralled them with a look. “It is of my oath never to hurt a damsel. And certainly not one who is in distress. But look at you! You disgust me. Pathetic overbreed nobility that doesn’t know where it’s true place lies. Now perish” he commanded and tore Lady Marie open with his sword that he unsheathed in a split second. “So you want to be immortal?” he asked as he turned his attention on Lady Lucienta. “P…Please…Please don’t hurt me…I will give you everything you want…’she said in a panicked look while looking around in a way of escape. There was no where to go. She knew that the monster had her cornered. “ Give me anything I want? My fair Lady there is nothing I would want from you….Apart from your blood” he said and with a swift move sunk his teeth on Lady Lucienta’s neck, sucking and smearing himself with blood. When he finally let go she dropped on the floor empty. Pierre then made a swift move and jumped on the table, and sat on the table opposite of Jean and Isabel and watched as Isabel tried to tend to Jean. “Ahh foolish young love. “he said with a mocking look on his face as Isabel faced him. She was kneeling over Jean and bend over and drew his sword.” I shall curve a hole in you. Foul liche” she said determined. “ Now now. That is no way for a lady to behave” he said. Isabel dashed to Pierre and made for his head in one mighty blow, screaming as she went. Pierre grabbed the sword with his palm and with a strong move made Isabel loosen her grip on it and tossed the sword across the room to the other side. He then grabbed both Isabel arms and forced her to sit next to him. She was struggling but against the strength of an ancient undead beast such as Pierre she had no hope. “Feisty little lady isn’t she Jean?” she asked. Jean turned to face him whilst lying on the floor. ”Why are you doing all this?”Jean screamed and spit more blood. Pierre’s face softened. He looked at his squire knight in ponder. “Why my dear Jean?” he asked back as he brought Isabel’s arms on his face, placing her soft wrists on his mouth.” The Dark Lady decided that it is time you are knighted. She wanted me to sever all you human links to the past. My dear Jean this is a new era for you.” he said coldly. He stood up, removed his belt from his tunic and tied Isabel’s hands to the foot of the table.  He then approached Jean and said. “ I hereby knight you. You shall be for now on be known as Sir Jan La Or. Knight of the Realm of the Barony of the La Or in Moussilion. Arise now Sir Jan and become a creature of the night. “ Pierre grinned and bit Jean. Darkness then engulfed Jan.