ℂɑsҏiaɴ "ℂɑsҏҽr" Ålҽϰɑɴdҽr Ӄɴighϯ and Hɑɴɑ Ӄɴighϯ
The Vampire King of the North and Western Territory
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Unlike the other memories, the darkness seemed to slam into reality as Caspian suddenly sat up strait, sweating and looking paler than usual. His face was not flushed from the cold, but he collapsed back on the bed from the sudden movement, head pounding and his sense of balance lost. He covered his eyes with his arms and groaned. His migraine was so bed he could feel the blood pumping in his brain. It was difficult to move as well.
“Stupid nightmare. Stupid cold. Stupid headache.”
There was a long, painful silence before he moved his arms down to his sides. The flowers were still on his lap. He fingered the soft petals and smiled. She should be back pretty soon. It must have been getting early, though the nights were still quite long. Out of an impulsive decision, he rolled onto his stomach, legs dangling off the bed. Slowly, Caspian lowered himself to the floor. The boy rested his head on the mattress, trying to wait-out the nausea and dizzy feeling. He had no hope for the migraine, though.
The vampire boy’s toes curled on the cold floor as he lowered himself even more to the floor so he was on his hands and knees. Just as slowly as he lowered himself, he crawled to the door, sitting up only to open it. Caspian checked the hall before he left. If he were caught, he would be in trouble. Several minutes of crawling, narrowly hiding from a servant, and a tedious travel up a flight of stairs, he arrived at his destination. Lucian’s study. It was next to the library where he would on occasion travel between the two with piles of books. Caspian forced himself to his feet and wobbled to the door. He knocked three times and waited.
“Come in.”
Assuring himself he would not fall or appear weak or sick, the boy opened the door, hiding his tight grip on the handle as a means of steadying himself. He looked around for his sister, not seeing her anywere.
“You shouldn’t be up, Caspian. Your cold will get worse.”
“I’m fine,” he growled.
“What time is it? Where’s Hana?”
“There’s a few hours until the sun starts to peek. Hana is out in the garden. I couldn't play long with her and she wanted to stay there for a bit so I let her.”
Caspian suddenly straitened up.
“You left her alone!?” His voice cracked a little. It was the first time it had done so, making him blush in embarrassment, but his expression didn’t change.
“When she’s alone for too long, she wanders around. What if she goes into the forest and gets lost! You wouldn’t know because you never play with her!”
The older vampire tensed up. He suddenly stood up and moved to the door.
“I’ll go find her. You go back to bed.”
“No! I want to look for her, too!”
“Go to bed, Caspian. That’s an order. You need rest. Hana won’t want you getting worse and neither would our parents or myself. If you don’t go on your own, I’ll have a servant carry you there.”
His word seemed final and Caspian lowered his head, hiding his face behind his hair. Lucian left for the garden. A few seconds later, Caspian raised his head an inch; his pupils sharp. As if he would go to bed while his sister was alone. There was no way to take sneak past many guards once they were alerted which left only one choice. He wobbled over to the window in the hallway and opened the glass windows. Though they were considered expensive, fine glass windows, compared to Natasha’s time, these were slightly warped or foggy. He leaned over, looking out the window. Just imagining himself trying to jump down to one of the lower roofs was making him dizzy. There was a small ledge he might be able to walk on or lower himself down onto. Caspian climbed up onto the sill and carefully lowered himself down till his arms were wrapped around the sill. His heart was pounding and his fingers were getting slippery with sweat. His feet searched for the foothold but he couldn't find it so he tried lowering himself a little more. That was a mistake. His sweaty hands slipped and he felt himself fall several feet. The first impact hurt, but not as much as the second, even though the ground was softer than the roof. His back smacked into the roof, rolling right off in a bounce and hitting the dirt hard. The memory started to fade a bit but came back as he fought to keep himself conscious. Caspian rolled onto his side, whiping away the blood on his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Terrible... idea,” he rasped and coughed.
It hurt to move, but he knew he had to. He wanted to make sure she was safe. After his nightmare, he had to be sure. He just... needed a second to get back on his feet. To let the pain pass long enough for him to move.
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