Warriors of Poseidon 02 - Atlantis Awakening

never even think of coming back to the surface to challenge me again. I want to build floating palaces that far exceed my vessels that the humans found in Lake Nemi." He laughed.
    "Do you want a detailed list? How about just one final desire? I want all of humanity to tremble at the sound of my name."
     
    Justice rolled his eyes. "'Let them hate me, so long as they fear me,' right? Can't you come up with new material after nearly two thousand years?"
     
    Caligula turned his glowing eyes toward Justice. Before he could look away, he was falling into the red flames, falling into the thrall of a master vampire. He heard a vast roaring noise and suddenly Daniel was rushing up toward him and leaping on top of him, knocking Justice's sword out of his hand.
     
    Daniel bared his fangs and turned Justice's head to the side before the fog of thrall had fully lifted. Then the vampire stuck, driving his fangs into the side of Justice's neck.
    Justice clenched his jaw so tightly his teeth ground together, to keep from howling at the pain of it. Daniel almost instantly withdrew his fangs, but did not lift his head.
     
    "There's a warded opening at the top of Point Success," Daniel whispered in his ear.
    "Find it and help me save your friends. Now yell, loud."
     
    Justice yelled, putting his lungs into it. It wasn't that difficult to do. That damn bite had hurt. Daniel shoved at Justice's leg to push himself up, making a show of wiping blood off his mouth.
     
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    "Something about these Atlanteans tastes better than ordinary human, don't you think?"
    Daniel said.
     
    Caligula and Alaric stood in a silent face-off, both of them calling power, in different ways. Both of them unwilling to back down. Justice dragged himself up, making sure to act like he'd been drained of more blood than he could afford to lose, especially in his wounded state. He staggered a step, scanning the area for Christophe.
     
    "He's over by the shield, Justice," Alaric said, only a hint of strain in his voice. "I think his leg may be broken. Perhaps you would check on him."
     
    Justice limped off slowly, careful to stay in hearing range.
     
    Caligula was the first to step back. "This is futile. We are equally matched, priest. Give me the witch and I'll call off the siege."
     
    "Which witch? As you might guess, the coven headquarters is currently housing more than a few," Alaric replied calmly.
     
    "Erin Connors. Give her to me and I will give you my word to leave the rest of them alone."
     
    "Your word means nothing, vampire. It meant nothing when you yet lived," Alaric said.
    "We will give you no one."
     
    Christophe, who lay on the ground by the shield half-propped on his elbows, started laughing. "You stupid vampire!! You spent all this time and effort to get a witch who isn't even here! She's halfway to Canada by now!"
     
    Alaric slashed a hand toward the ground and flicked a glare at Christophe. "Silence! Tell them nothing."
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    But it was too late. Caligula leapt into the air and floated over the top of the shield, staring down at it. When he was centered over the highest point of the glowing magical barrier, he floated down until he was touching it with his hands and face, then stayed there for several seconds.
     
    Suddenly he shrieked, a sound like a demon from hell rising through the dark, and spiraled up into the air so fast Justice could barely see him move.
     
    "To me, Drakos! She's gone, and I know exactly where she must have gone," Caligula shouted down at them. "Point Success truly will earn its name very soon."
     
    Daniel cast one last glance at Justice, who nodded. Then he shot into the air to follow the insane emperor, and all of the rest of the bloodsuckers scrambled to follow.
     
    Alaric strode over to Christophe, and crouched down to put his hands over the fallen warrior's leg, which was pretty obviously broken in two different pieces. As the blue-green light flared between his hands and Christophe's legs, he said nothing. But when he was done, and Christophe stretched his now-healed leg, Alaric met Justice's gaze.
     
    "What did he say to you?" Alaric said.
     
    "There's a warded opening at the top of Point Success," Justice said.
     
    "Anything else?"
     
    "No." Justice started to shake his head, and then remembered that strange push against his pants. He put his hand in his pocket and drew out a