Tales would be told about this day. How the three brave wizards from different departments descended into the bowels of the ministry to face the monster who caused so much horror. The storytellers would not mention the fear in their hearts, or how they were at each other's throats. Whether the tale would end in triumph or tragedy was still to be determined.
Damian trailed silently behind the other two wizards. Watching their backs while refusing to show them his. The Ministry had tried to cover up the nature of these attacks, and the unspeakable did not want to risk being a loose end, as paranoid as that thought was. He had been independently investigating the various bloody crime scenes for over a year, and Jane's attack was the final piece of the puzzle that began with the death of Nero Nykto. This monster, this vampire, had struck too close to the Death Chamber.
As Ronan and Brody began to talk about the grisly scene before them, Damian was looking upwards. "Bats." He whispered. Relying on the blue flames to see something that could probably see, smell, and hear them in darkness seemed foolish. They walked towards the flames like moths, and were now in the middle of the killing floor.
"Vespertilio aspectrum." Damian muttered, closing his eyes. Now he could see as the bats saw. Inaudible ultrasonic waves pinged off the surrounding environment. To the little ears that could hear, his wand sounded just like another bat, another voice in the high frequency cacophony unheard by human ears.
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