Little poor prey (Please refresh)

On the surface.

The two dark faes were moving so silently and fluidly in the dark as if they were one with the night. Appearing and disappearing every now and again, even if one were to catch a glimpse of them, they would only chalk it up to a shadow or something they might have mistakenly seen.

When Gideon felt that they had stepped out of the border of the light fae's land, he halted.

"Are you certain that this is the vampire's land?" Gideon's deep voice echoed around them. 

"According to Kione, all we need to do is head South and we'll reach the vampire's land for sure." Azrael replied.

"South…" Gideon echoed, and then his gaze sharpened as he glanced at Azrael. "Isn't it supposed to be the North?

Azrael's eyes widened with an 'ah' look of realisation. And when he realised Gideon was narrowing his eyes at him, he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, laughing a little embarrassedly.