Boartusk Heights to the boneyard

The other boy was on the defensive with a prickling spine and upright tail, and Vincent could not help but feel a maliciously joyful grin creep across his face. Up here in the dark caverns was the young bats' domain; intruders had every right to be wary.

While the stranger was large – far larger than he or any of his sisters – the young prince was assured by the fact that the ghostly form of his mother would no doubt appear should trouble rear its ugly head.

His company did right in addressing Vincent by his proper title and he lifted his chin a little in pride, though the judgemental glint in his gaze remained as he appraised him. "Nothing of yours would be up here, sangrè nueva," he sneered.