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Alone A Vampire Story written by Ashintuku (ME!) |
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It was so quiet…
He placed his hands on the cold, black walls, running his palms across the smooth surface. He turned his head to look over his left shoulder, smiling as a young girl mock curtseyed to him, blood red hair curled into ringlets, framing her lovely face and falling down to her shoulders. She stood upright, straightening the white skirt of her gown, before she walked over to him.
“You’re acting strange again.” She said smoothly; her voice like church bells. He turned away from her, smiling uneasily. “Are you hungry?”
“More so than is normal.” He replied, closing blood red eyes. He felt a small hand pushed strands of black and white hair from his face, and he smiled softly. “I’m sorry I cannot go to the ball with you, Christine.”
“Don’t worry; I’m sure I’ll be plenty entertained by the gossip I’ll hear.” She smiled turning and walking away from him as she went to grab her mask. He watched her for a long time, when suddenly he felt a cold griping at his throat; telling him to feed. He clutched his throat, rubbing the column uncomfortably, before looking up at his wife, smiling. “So? Am I presentable?”
“The Queen would be envious of your grace, dearest.” She laughed at that, placing a hand on her white mask trimmed with gold, before she walked over to him, kissing the corner of his mouth slowly.
“I’ll see you in the morrow.” She said sweetly, and he nodded, smiling at her kindly before she pulled away from him, walking to a manservant and slipping the cloak which he held, clasping it quietly before she nodded to the manservant, walking out to the carriage. The man she left behind placed his hand on the smooth black stone wall again, gritting his teeth as he listened to the carriage roll down the cobblestone roads; the horse’s hooves clopping on the ground loudly until finally all the sounds disappeared and he was left in silence.
“I’ll be back in a few hours, James.” He said as he passed the manservant, grabbing his black cloak and with a swish wrapping it around his shoulders, clasping it in the front with a silver broche. “If I am late, tell the Mistress of the household that I was caught up in something.”
“Of course, sir.” James said, semi-bowing to the Lord of the manor, before opening the door for the man, letting him step out. “Please be careful tonight, Lord de Valsing. I hear there are hunters out tonight.”
“The lycans are most probably watching as well; I do not fear them.” He smiled reassuringly to James. “I’ll see you soon, James.”
“Of course, sir.” Robin de Valsing then walked out into the night, slipping into the shadows as all creatures of the Damned did. James closed the door, bolting it shut as he did every night whenever the Lord and Lady were gone, going to do his other duties.
Robin walked down the cobblestone quietly, his cloak swaying with each of his silent steps. Even though it seemed as if he were alone, he knew better than that; no one was ever truly alone in the streets of this village. He saw a young girl holding an orange as she walked around the sidewalk, hips swaying back and forth, and Robin frowned. A prostitute. Weren’t they usually at the theatres selling themselves? It was the first time he had ever seen one outside of a theatre pit.
He walked to her, watching as she smiled slowly at him, cocking her head to the side. “Hello good sir,” she greeted, holding up her single orange. “Would you like to buy my orange?”
“It seems spoiled to me.” Robin said, watching as she rose an eyebrow at him, smiling coyly.
“Never; it’s the freshest orange you’ll ever taste.” Robin frowned at that, narrowing his eyes. “It isn’t too costly, sir.” She said, holding the orange again. “We could bargain prices in my room, if you would like.”
“If it so pleases you.” She grinned, and turned, walking to a dirty apartment, knowing that he was indeed following. Once they had gotten inside in some apartment, she locked the door, placing the orange on the table and turning to her guest, smiling slowly as she leaned against the door.
“So?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. Robin swallowed as that cold from before returned, and he walked to her, placing his hands on her shoulders, gripping them tightly. He pressed his lips to the junction of her throat and shoulder, flicking his tongue over it and she gasped, before suddenly he pulled back a little, his canines elongating, fangs retracting as he sunk them deep into her neck. Her eyes widened, and she felt limp in his arms as he drained her of her blood.
Once she was dried, he dropped her to the ground, frowning at her. “I was right; you are spoiled.” He then unlocked the door and walked out of the apartment with grace, walking back out into the streets, looking for a new victim.
He stopped, looking up at the sky as he looked at the bright full moon, sighing. “The lycans will be rowdy tonight.” He mumbled softly. “And the hunters shall be numerous; perhaps I should take James’ advice of being careful.”
He then slipped back into the shadows, moving forward to gather more food for his hunger.
Slowly, he opened his eyes.
Sitting up, Robin ran his fingers through his hair at the distant memory. Christine…His first wife…He sighed, closing his eyes as he slipped out of the bed sheets, stepping onto the cold wooden floor. Walking to the wardrobe on the other end of the room, he looked out at the setting sun, watching as the moon slowly started to rise; his day was beginning.
He pulled out a simple black dress shirt and black jeans, his combat boots beside the wardrobe. Quietly dressing, he ran his fingers through his white and black hair, before grabbing his ankle-length trench coat the colour of all of his clothes; black. He slipped it on, leaving it unbuttoned as he opened his door, sliding out of his room into the hallways.
Robin looked around, listening for his fledgling, but heard no trace of him. “Strange…” He mumbled, frowning as he walked towards the stairs. “He’s usually up around now…” He trailed off, stopping slowly as he felt a familiar presence behind him. Before the fledgling could do anything, though, a pale hand with piano fingers was wrapped around his neck, slamming him against the wall. Bloody eyes with slit pupils glared at the blonde, the man’s green eyes wide and nervous looking. “Hello Victor.”
“G’day Master!” The Irish man said happily, holding up a hand in greeting; even as he was pinned to the wall by an angry looking vampire. “I see that you’re in a foul mood this evening! Would you like a drink of your favourite blood wine?”
“That is fine, Victor.” Robin muttered, letting go of his neck and clenching his fist at his side. “I’ll just be going out for a walk tonight.”
“It’s Hallowe’en, though, Master.” Victor said, crossing his arms as the red hand marks pressed against the skin of his throat disappeared. “There will be many people out tonight…Can you…?”
“I can control myself, Victor; don’t think me a petty vampiric being that has no control of his bloodlust.” Robin snapped, narrowing his eyes. “It would do you well if you didn’t go outside tonight, though; you cannot control it just yet.”
“I’m getting better.” Victor said half heartedly, watching as his master walked down the stairs. He sighed, closing his eyes as he placed a hand to his head. “My master is such a grouch.”
“What your tongue, fledgling.”
“Sorry.” Victor muttered, looking up as he saw his master disappear down the stairs. “….Keh.” ____________________________________________________________________ He walked down the sidewalks quietly, watching as little children with their siblings and parents ran down the sidewalks, going to collect candy. He saw a single boy with deep blue eyes run down the sidewalk, smiling happily; fangs glistening. He looked back as he saw the young human run by him, frowning. He was dressed up as the stereotypical view of the vampire. He smiled bitterly at that, turning away from the boy as he turned onto a dirt road that no one was walking near, walking down the path quietly.
He entered a deep forest, the trees dark and thick; but he didn’t mind it as much as the regular person. He preferred places like this; quiet places where no one went because it gave him a chance to be alone. It gave him a chance to think to himself and be alone with his mind. Even though he was always alone, he liked to give himself the impression that he was willingly going somewhere bare of people, instead of knowing he would always be just that; without the presence of people around him.
The trees slowly cleared to show an old abandoned church, the moon giving it an eerie glow. He walked out of the trees and up the fading dirt path to the church, stopping in front of it. He placed a hand on the rotting wood, looking up at the broken stained glass window.
“A good church, still standing after years of solitude; it surprises me no one comes here to visit the dead in your graveyard.” He turned to look at the tombs, frowning slightly at the mold covered headstones. He saw large grave markers that signified that the person had been well loved.
Now they were abandoned, just like the church. Robin sighed sadly, feeling the melancholy aura around the church and graveyard, as if hearing the pains of the dead souls, wishing to soothe their loneliness. “I know how it feels to be alone…”
“Hey!” Robin turned his head quickly, seeing a human woman marching up to him with anger in her deep blue eyes, dark blonde hair in a high ponytail as she stood clad in a pair of dark blue jeans, and a white winter jacket; the night was chilly. “What do you think you’re doing up here? This place is off limits to civilians!” She declared, marching up to him with her arms swinging stiffly by her sides. “What’s the big idea?”
“Forgive me; I thought this place was accessible to everyone. I suppose I was wrong.” He nodded to her in apology. “I shall leave the premises.”
“Hold up,” the girl said, holding up a hand. “You can’t just assume I’m gonna believe that bunch of bull crap. You wanna try answering my question again?”
“I already stated, though; I thought this was an accessible sight to everyone. I was mistaken. I asked forgiveness and will now remove myself from the premises.” He repeated, looking at her oddly. The girl smirked at him, crossing her arms and sticking out a hip.
“I seriously don’t believe you; you seem smarter than that.” She said, and then sighed. “What’s your name, sir? I’ll need to write it down when I report a trespassing.”
Robin sighed, closing his eyes as he let his hands lay limp at his sides. “My name is Robin de Valsing, ma’am.” He said gently, opening his blood eyes to look at her. Her reaction was unexpected.
She gaped at him. Her mouth was opened in an ‘o’ shape, her eyes wide, before she pinched her arm, squeaking. She then turned to him again, narrowing her eyes. “Robin de Valsing was the son of a Lord in England that disappeared shortly after he turned 20.” She said softly. “They say he died on the coast of Spain of a disease.”
‘When I fainted from hunger after Isabella left me…’ Robin thought, furrowing his eyebrows as he thought of when that happened, before he looked at her again. “That may be so, but that is also my name.”
“Are you related to him?”
“I suppose he must be my ancestor. I have heard comments that I look like him.” The girl looked at him, leaning forward; observing him before she grinned.
“You’re like his twin brother.” She said, and then pulled back. “My name is Josie Macintyre. I’m the local Historian of the area, and this is a closed off area that I’m researching so that we may properly have a display of it for the town’s tourist attractions of the city that we’re making up for the summertime.” She held out a hand. “Nice to meet you Mister de Valsing.”
“Pleasure,” Robin said, taking her hand and kissing the knuckles softly. Josie blushed a deep red, and Robin smiled a little teasingly. “You seem flushed.”
“Uhh…Warm.” She said, taking back her hand hesitantly before she smiled. “So why are you here, sir? Other than you thought it was open to civvies.”
“I like old churches; they’re…Nostalgic.” He replied, turning to look at the old building again. “It’s sad to see it so underappreciated, though; it must’ve once been a good church.”
“It’s a church where those who died in war were buried.” Josie said, looking over at the graves. “It was a small community that went here.” Robin looked at her, nodding. “Are you interested in historical buildings, sir?”
“They have a certain…allure to them, yes.” He said, looking at her quietly. “I collect things from different eras.”
“I would love to see them sometime.” Josie said, smiling. “Where do ya live? Gotta live around here somewhere; no one knows how to get here from the city.”
“I live in the old Victorian styled home on the hill.” Robin said, smiling at her quietly. “As I said, old buildings are nostalgic.” He said, pocketing his hands quietly. Josie looked at him with a smile.
“That’s why I’m not allowed to research it; it belongs to you.” She said, and then nodded. “Alright, can I come over tomorrow morning? I’m free then.”
“I’m sorry, but that will be impossible. I’m allergic to the sun so I sleep during the day.” Robin said, looking away from her. He wasn’t about to tell the woman the truth; it was too unbelievable. Sometimes he swore he was a loon, but then the cravings would come and remind him of whom he really was…
A monster…
“Well dang, that’s gotta stink.” Her voice broke through his thoughts, and he looked up at her with a raised eyebrow. “Alright, I suppose I’ll have to come tomorrow evening, then; I’m free then as well.” She said, smiling. “Now I gotta head back to the neighborhood before my brother tries to take more candy than he’s allowed. I suppose I’ll let you hang around here for a while, but not for too long. I don’t want the teenagers coming in here thinking they’re allowed to destroy the place.” She waved turning and walking down the path.
Robin watched her for a moment, before he disappeared from where he stood, heading towards his home on the currents in the wind. Josie had stopped and turned to tell him something when she noticed he wasn’t there anymore. Her eyes widened, and she blinked dumbfounded.
“…It’s like he wasn’t even there.” She muttered, frowning, before she sighed and continued down the path back to where the children were crying out ‘Trick-or-Treat!’ and doing tricks for treats for the older inhabitants. ____________________________________________________________________ Victor looked up from where he sat by the bowl of candy to see his master reappear in front of the door, looking tired. “Master, you look hungry.”
“There is food in the fridge, correct?” Robin asked, looking at him with tired eyes. “You did restock last weekend.”
“Just like you requested me to.” Victor replied, grinning at him. “It’s the good stuff this time; so you can enjoy it in peace.”
“I thank you.” Robin muttered, walking away from the front foyer into the kitchen, pulling the door open and grabbing a chilled pack of medical blood. He took a wine glass, pouring the blood into it and placing the half empty packet into a bucket of ice, before he placed a hand on the counter, his other hand holding the glass as he sipped from it leisurely.
“It’s a cryin’ shame that we can’t hunt like we used to.” Victor said from behind him; Robin already knew he was there, though. “Now there are people who would investigate until they found us and called us murderers.”
“A sad thought.” Robin said sarcastically, looking over at the Irish man. “Though in truth, we are heartless murderers. Maybe not of the same degree as those like Jack the Ripper or the fabled murderers like Freddy and Jason; but we are on the same level as them. We take away others lives for our own purposes.”
“It’s for us to live, though Master.” Victor said, looking at him worriedly. “It’s the only way we can live.”
“What a life it is,” the older vampire whispered bitterly. “A life for the walking Damned.” He then closed his eyes, downing his wine glass before placing the glass into the sink, licking his lips as his pupils dilated for a minute, before they returned to normal. “Victor, have you watched any horror movies lately? I know how you like them.”
“I watched those old Dracula movies; those things are amusing. How humans depict vampires is ridiculous! And how they showed Count Dracula was terrible.” Victor said, grinning. “They insult the first so much.”
“Indeed.” Robin mumbled, placing a hand over his chest where his dead heart lay unbeating. “Master would be in a boiling rage if they saw how humans depicted his great person.”
“That’s right! You’re the fledging of Count D.!” Victor said, looking at his master with a grin. “So what was that guy like? I’ve heard stories, but they’re a bunch of bull crap I assume.”
“What was my Master like?” Robin asked, looking out the window at the moon shining down on them, giving him an eerie blue glow. Victor looked at his master, watching the sadness enter those bloody eyes. “He was…A strict man.” He started softly, his right hand fisting on the counter. “A man who didn’t like to be defied. I was his only fledgling…I was his son of sorts. And so he made sure that I followed the code of conduct for all vampires; that I didn’t do something that would disgrace their name.” He smiled bitterly. “Master wasn’t cruel, though; he was kind to me. He chose me because he thought I would be a good candidate for his heir. His wives, Marissa, Linda and Clarissa were all killed and he never bore a son, so a fledgling was the next best thing.”
“Did he attack humans?”
“Never; he never attacked. He was the only vampire to be able to call a human to him; for them to willingly give their lives for his meal.” Robin placed a hand on his throat, biting his bottom lip. “The day that my Master was killed and I drank his blood, I gained this ability.” He scowled. “A hateful ability.”
“How?”
“The humans are hypnotized; they know not of what they were doing.” He sighed, closing his eyes tiredly, his hand dropping from his throat. “I wish to change the subject; my Master brings painful memories.”
“…Forgive me Master,” Victor said, bowing his head. Robin turned to him, placing a hand on his head.
“All is forgotten.” He then removed his hand, looking at the door. “We have tiny guests.”
“Huh?” The doorbell then rang, and Victor smirked, looking at his master with grinning green eyes. “You always know when someone’s coming.”
“That’s because your senses are dull.” Robin said, walking to the door. He opened it quietly, looking out to see the young vampire boy from before, and Josie. He blinked, looking at her interestingly. “Hello Ms. Macintyre.” He greeted, pleasantly surprised. Josie looked at him before she grinned, holding up a hand. “I suppose this must be the little brother you spoke of?”
“Yeup; this is James.” Robin looked down at the small boy, and raised his eyebrows; the resemblance between this young child and his past manservant was uncanny. What was James’ surname…? “So, Mister de Valsing; ya gonna give the kid his candy?”
“Of course,” he replied, smiling at the young boy before he turned to Victor. The fledgling stepped up with the bowl of candy, and placed three mini chocolate bars into the boy’s pillow case, before he pulled back, grinning. “I hope that will suffice.”
“Oh yeah, that’s a good amount; innit James?” Josie asked, ruffling up his dark brown hair. James nodded, grinning a toothy grin before he turned and ran down the steps, going over to the next house. “I’ll be right there, James! Don’t be greedy!” She called, before she looked at Robin again. “So how did you get here before me? I left before you did and I didn’t see you on the sidewalk or the dirt road.”
“I’m magic.” Robin replied, smiling. Josie laughed; a full sound that was nothing like the light tinkle of Christine or the airy chortle of Isabella.
“I guess I’ll have to accept that.” She said, smirking at him. “Shall I see you later, Mister de Valsing?”
“I suppose so,” Robin said. She nodded, turning to leave when he tapped her shoulder. She turned, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. “And please, do not address me as ‘Mister de Valsing’; it makes me feel older than I should.” She grinned.
“Then what would you like to be addressed as?”
“Robin is fine.”
“Robin, then; but you gotta call me Josie in return.” She said, looking at him. “We got a deal?”
Robin thought for a moment, before he nodded. “We have an accord.” ____________________________________________________________________ The next night came quickly, and Robin awoke from another strange dream, blood sweat dripping down his skin. He sighed, sitting up and getting out of his bed, walking to the bathroom connected to his room. He turned on the tap of cool water, cupping his hands together and filling them with water, before splashing it onto his face, the blood sweat dripping down his face and into the pearl white sink, staining the white. He washed the red out, wiping his face with a towel before he tossed the towel into the basket, walking back to his room to his wardrobe.
He dressed quickly in a black turtle neck sweater and jeans with his usual combat boots, pulling on his jacket and leaving it unbuttoned before he went into the hall and met with Victor, who looked a little nervous.
“That Josie girl is here.” Victor replied to his master’s unasked question, and Robin nodded, moving past him and down the stairs to the front foyer, where Josie stood, looking at an old vase carefully. He cleared his throat and she jumped, looking over at him, smiling sheepishly.
“Welcome to my home,” Robin said, nodding to her in greeting. “I hope the dust doesn’t bother you.”
“I don’t see any dust.” Josie said, smiling at him. “But it wouldn’t anyway.” She then looked around the front foyer. “This place is gorgeous from what I can see.”
“Then perhaps I should show you the rest of the house. We will, of course, avoid my room and the kitchen; I’m afraid we have no food or drink for any guests.”
“I can handle anything; even blood if I really needed it.” Josie said, grinning. Robin raised an eyebrow, shaking his head, before he led her to the dining hall where he kept his portraits.
Josie rushed over to the wall, looking at the portrait of Robin when he was 19, sitting on the wall in perfect condition. “Is this the real one?” Josie asked, pointing to it. Robin nodded, and Josie gaped at him. “How could you afford this sonuvabitch?” She asked bluntly. Robin smiled at her, amused, before walking up next to her, looking at the picture.
“I inherited it,” he said, looking at the portrait with contemplating eyes. His face in the painting was a smiling one, with the same black and white hair, but instead of red eyes, he had dark, midnight blue eyes. He inwardly sighed; days when he was mortal. “My father had it, and so he gave it to me on his deathbed.”
‘Not a complete lie,’ Victor’s voice filled his master’s head. ‘Your father did have it and you did take it when he died; but he didn’t give it to you since he thought you died.’
‘Shush,’ Robin thought back, and Victor left his mind to mind his own business. He turned to see Josie looking at him oddly, and he raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”
“Nothing; you just suddenly looked angry.” Josie said, smiling a little uneasily. She then turned to the portrait of a woman next to the portrait of Robin, raising an eyebrow. “Who’s this?”
“That is Christine Lachrymose; she was Robin de Valsing’s first love and wife.” He said, looking at the red headed woman with melancholy eyes. “She was burned at the stake at the age of 24, convicted of being a witch and using witchcraft on the village children.”
“That’s horrible,” Josie said, looking at the smiling face of Christine. “She’s beautiful.”
“Yes, she is…” Robin said, and then sighed softly. “Shall we move on?” She nodded, and he led her out of the dining room, towards the library, where Victor was currently reading one of his favourite tombs.
“We have a large collection of books back from the middle ages till now,” Robin said, showing her the library. “Religious scrolls, diaries of princesses and kings. The like.”
“How’d you get them?”
“Bought them; inherited them.” Robin said, waving a hand as if saying it was nothing. “You can borrow one if you so wish it; but be careful. Most of these are the originals.”
“It’s amazing what you have; you have to be rich to have this much stuff!” She pulled out an old paperback book, eyes widening. “Is this the original Hamlet?”
“Yes,” Robin said, looking at her. “It took me a bit but I bought it off of the person who originally held onto it.”
“This is worth at least a million dollars. How much money do you actually freakin’ have? Next you’ll be saying you have an original Van Gogh!”
“…I do.” Josie slapped her forehead, looking at him with wide eyes.
“Is this a bunch of bull crap?”
“I’m afraid not,” Robin said, smiling a little. “I am wealthy, though.”
“He’s got more cash than Bill Gates,” Victor said, turning a page carefully of his book. Josie looked at Victor before looking at Robin.
“Is that true?”
“…I’m afraid so.” Robin said, turning and walked down the shelves of the library, pulling out a dusty tomb. He blew the dust off of the cover, looking at the title. Vampires. ‘This was your prank gift three hundred years ago, Victor. I thought I ordered you to burn it.’
‘But it’s precious Master!’ Victor’s voice echoed through his head in response. Robin sighed outwardly, opening the cover and flipping through it.
“How can you have so much money?” Josie asked, walking up to him and looking at the tomb’s title. “I mean, that’s almost impossible! Are you a hit man?”
“Like mostly everything here, it was inheritance.” Robin lied, looking up at her briefly. “Are you interested in vampires?”
“Interested? I’m obsessed!” Josie said, smiling; she didn’t even notice that Robin had changed the topic quickly. “They’re the most fascinating creatures in the world, even more so than werewolves!”
“Lycans,” Robin corrected quietly. Josie blinked, before smiling sheepishly.
“Right…” She then looked at the pages in the book, seeing it written in Latin. “…You can understand this?”
“I am fluent in the language.” Robin said, closing the book and placing it back on the shelf. “The title is English, but the content is written in Latin.”
“It’s old then.” Josie said, stating the obvious. Robin smiled in amusement at her. “So are you interested in vampires at all?” She asked, looking up at him. “Since you have a book, and all.”
“Just because one has a book on vampires, does not mean they have an interest,” Robin stated, walking down the shelves again. “But yes; I do hold a certain interest to vampiric beings. They’re…As you say, ‘fascinating’.”
‘We’re fascinating Master!’
‘Hold your tongue, fledgling.’
‘Sorry…’ Robin sighed, shaking his head, before looking at Josie. She was looking at him oddly, but when he cocked his head to the side, the look went away and she smiled at him brightly. “It’s awesome to meet another person who’s interested in vampires.” She said, smiling. “I’m especially fascinated about the stories of Count Dracula. They say he was a heartless, menacing beast that feasted on innocent women and cared not for human life, and then they also say he was Vlad the Impaler, and that he was a cruel lord.” Robin looked at her oddly, placing a hand to his chest as the presence of his Master grew angered, hurting him physically. “There’s also rumour that he killed his own family, but I’m not sure if that’s true or not; there are many different stories.” She turned to Robin, and her eyes widened as she saw him doubled over in pain, gasping. “Robin? Are you alright? Robin!”
Victor ran over then, taking one look at his master and knowing what was wrong. He picked his master up bridal style, looking at the human girl apologetically. “I’m sorry, but he’s tired. I’ll bring him up to his room and get him some food. You’re allowed to stay here though, and continue to look through our things. No stealing, though.” Victor winked, before he carried Robin away, looking down at him as Robin clutched to his shirt, silently screaming, and eyes wide as blood tears leaked out of his eyes.
“Master, what’s wrong?”
“…He’s angry…” He whispered, and Victor nodded, walking up the stairs. Josie watched from where they had left her, before she sighed, frowning. Her stomach then growled, and she thought for a moment, before she walked to the kitchen. ____________________________________________________________________ Victor had just set Robin in his coffin-esque bed when he heard a scream. He turned to the door, frowning as he heard hurried footsteps rushing up the stairs, and the door suddenly opened to show a frightened looking Josie holding a blood packet. “What is this?” She demanded, looking at Victor with wide eyes. “What the hell is this?”
“…It’s a medical blood packet; the blood is AB positive I do believe.” He replied after a moment’s thought. “You went trifling through the fridge then?”
“I was hungry dammit.” She said, throwing the blood at him. Victor caught it, nodding. “What are you…?”
“I’m feeding Master,” Victor said, tearing open the pack with his teeth, opening Robin’s mouth and pouring the blood into his throat slowly. Josie watched with wide eyes as Robin gulped down the thick red liquid, his pours sweating red dots of blood sweat. She stepped back, her eyes wide, watching as Victor finished off the blood, tossing the pack into a trash bin near him, before he shut the coffin’s lid, looking over at Josie.
“You have questions.”
“…Yeah, I do.” ____________________________________________________________________ Victor sat on the couch across from Josie in the library, lacing his fingers together as he looked at the blonde woman. “So? Where do you want me to start?”
“…What are you?” Josie asked, looking at him with wary eyes. Victor smiled kindly at her, his green eyes soft.
‘We’re vampires, dear.’ He thought, his voice echoing in her head. She jumped, squeaking before looking at him with shock. “Surprised?”
“…Yeah.” She said, settling in her seat again, pushing back her hair. “Really surprised actually. I would think you were insane, but I just heard your voice in my head and I didn’t see your lips move…” She then looked at him, clenching her fist. “I would like more proof, though.”
Victor sighed, opening his mouth, and his canines retracted into fangs, glistening bright in the moonlight shining in on them. Josie’s eyes widened at the sight, pushing her back into the seat, before Victor laughed, the fangs shrinking and he grinned at her toothily. “Don’t be afraid, lass; I’m not gonna bite that pretty neck of yours. I have a little more self control than to do that.”
“Self control…?” Victor smiled.
“My bloodlust, of course. I’m not allowed to bite living humans anymore since that’s considered murder, so I have to resist the urge to sink my fangs into slim necks at all costs.” She raised an eyebrow. “My blood preference is women; I’m a little bit of a pervert in that sense.”
“I see.” She frowned. “And what’s…His?” She asked, looking up at the roof to where she knew Robin was sleeping somewhere.
“The blood of the depressed.” Victor said, smiling sadly. “He says it’s bittersweet, and so it helps soothe his own pain.”
“To feel others?”
“It makes him forget.” Josie looked at him with sympathy in her eyes, before Victor looked at her. “Anyhow, what else do you want to know, lass?”
“…Is Robin the same Robin de Valsing that supposedly died in Spain?” Victor grinned at her.
“Yes he is; my master is the second oldest vampire in all of existence. He’s around 5000 years old, now. The day after his 20th birthday he was turned.”
“…How does a vampire turn a human?”
“Well…” Victor frowned, licking his lips quietly. “That’s a complicated process since there are two. Master likes the less complicated one; you drain the person of all blood and before they die you give them some of yours. You become their fledgling in that sense, then.”
“What’s the other way?”
“It’s gotta be of the opposite sex and a virgin to boot. And then you go through the drinking of the blood and some other complex things that doesn’t really matter since Master doesn’t like complexities.”
“Why do you call him ‘Master’?”
“He’s my Master of course!” Victor said, looking at her oddly. “He turned me; he saved me from death’s door by giving me eternal life. Though he wouldn’t say that; he’d say he damned me eternally into a life that was considered a living hell.”
“…” Josie frowned slightly, thinking over this. “You say that Robin is the second oldest…Does that mean his Master is the oldest?” Victor nodded. “Then who…?”
“Who are you fascinated with, lass?” He asked casually. Her eyes widened, a hand going up to cover her mouth.
“Count Dracula? He was real?”
“Why yes he was.” Victor said, standing up and stretching his arms over his head. Josie stood up as well, following him into the kitchen and watched as he pulled out a blood packet, tearing it opened and drinking it quietly. He looked at her, finishing off his quick snack.
“Though he died when he came to North America around 3000 years ago. Robin drank his blood and gained his Master’s powers, becoming the strongest vampire in existence.” Josie’s eyes widened at this tidbit. “Whenever a vampire council is called, he’s always the top seat, and he has to make the rules and code of conduct for vampires around the world. It’s because of his law that we’re not allowed to drink from humans anymore; we have to get donations from blood banks that know of our existence.”
“A vampire council…?”
“The old farts gather together to create and strengthen rules that have been created over the centuries.” Victor said, rolling his eyes. “Count D. used to be in charge of making all the rules, but now his heir, Master Robin, makes up the new rules. Before we were allowed to drink from humans, but after a few centuries, Master decided that this was about as low as taking the lives of humans for sick pleasure and destroyed that rule, making it impossible to drink from humans.” He smiled bitterly. “No vampire truly follows these rules except for Master, though; even I’ve drank from my preference.”
“Then what’s the point of the council?”
“It let’s vampires feel like we can still survive. We’re a dying race, Miss Josie.” Victor said, looking at her. “All of the vampires that used to live in Romania, Spain, Ireland, England and Scotland have all left and immigrated to different countries; some have been killed by our mortal enemies the lycans or the hunters.”
“The hunters?”
“Communities of humans who think vampires are disgusting and so they exterminate us so that their world may stay cleansed. It originated from the Roman Catholic Church; the pope of the time ordered it that all the demons of Hell and the children of the Damned were to be purified and cleansed so that the Lord ‘may have mercy on their rotten souls’. Unquote.” Victor rolled his eyes. “Master told me when that happened. Quite the spectacle of the day it was.”
“And the lycans…”
“You call them werewolves,” Victor said, leaning against the kitchen counter, looking at her lazily. “They’re creatures that turn into a beastly creature every full moon, and their food preference is vampires; they enjoy the taste of our cold dead hearts and the blood that we’ve consumed.” He said, shrugging slightly. “They’re also a dying race, though; but that’s because it’s harder to create lycans than it is to create a vampire. Vampires are actually much more efficient as well; we retain our intelligence while lycans, when in their beast form, loose all sense of intelligence and become bloodthirsty mongrels.” He snorted. “The idgits.”
“…Idgits isn’t a word.”
“…So?” Josie sighed, smiling and shaking her head, and Victor grinned. “Anything else, lass?”
“Why did Robin react like that when I started speaking about his master?”
“Because his master’s consciousness lives within him. Master isn’t what he used to be; before he was a kind man who hated biting people and used to starve himself of the blood he craved for. His master tried to teach him differently, but master never listened. When he drank Count D.’s blood, he gained some of the attributes and personality of his master; his ability to lure humans to him and to willingly sacrifice their lives; hypnotism; the ability to turn into mist and travel long distances; the ability to scale walls. He can even turn into a bat if he really wanted to, but he says that that is much too cliché.” Victor laughed.
“He can also regenerate lost limbs, and he’s almost impossible to kill. Master can’t die simply from a stake to the heart or his head being cut off; when he gained the ability to heal from Count D., he gained almost perfect immortality.”
Victor then grinned, and pointed to himself. “I’ve gained a few of these powers since he turned me after he gained his master’s strength.” Josie swallowed all of this information in a metaphorical sense, looking at Victor carefully.
“May I…Go see him?”
“Sure thing, lass; though be careful. He may react strangely because his master was greatly insulted by your words. Even though some of it may be the truth, Count D. never liked it when people spoke horridly of him.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” She said, smiling, before she walked to the stairs, walking up the large staircase quietly. She walked down the dark hall, looking into an office room as the moon shone brightly inside, before she slid opened Robin’s door, looking in to see Robin sitting up, looking out the window. He turned eyes wide as he saw her standing there.
“Josie…”
“Hey,” she said, smiling timidly as she stepped in, shutting the door. “Hope you don’t mind too much, Robin; I just wanted to see how you were.”
“I suppose Victor told you then,” he said, turning away and looking out the window. “I’m surprised; you’re not screaming in terror yet?”
“Did that already when I found blood in your fridge; I know I said I’d take it if I had to, but I wasn’t being serious!” She joked, smiling brightly as she saw the corner of his mouth twitch in a smile. “…And I’m sorry.”
“Hm?” He turned, looking at her curiously. “Whatever for?”
“Insulting your master.” She said, looking down at her feet in shame. “I don’t get why it did that to you, but I do get that Count Dracula technically lives on in you.”
“Yes; whenever he is angered, it physically injures me in the way you just saw. This is why I avoid watching the movies about him.”
“Yes…Of course.” She said, smiling softly. “So how are you feeling?”
“Much better.” He said, looking at her with kind red eyes. “Thank you for worrying for me, but you needn’t have.” She smiled, shrugging as she walked into the room, looking around it. She saw that there was a large mirror on the other side of the room beside a large wardrobe, silver cross dangling from where it hung on the mirror’s frame.
“Aren’t silver crosses or crosses in general bad for your health?”
“Not at all; I celebrate the same religions as you humans do. Even though I may be a child of the Damned, that does not mean I cannot attempt to cleanse my soul to try and have God forgive me for my sins.”
“Does Holy Water affect you at all?”
“A slight burning,” he replied, shrugging. “But one gets used to it. It doesn’t make us melt or something; vampires are stronger than that.”
“Of course; forgive my impudence.” Josie stated sarcastically. Robin smirked, looking at her amusedly.
“All is forgotten.”
“Oi.” She laughed, walking to his bed and sitting on it, looking at it oddly. “It’s a…Coffin-bed-thing.” She said, looking up at him. “Why do you sleep on such a thing?”
“To be part of the dirt in which my physical body was once buried; to be part of the dead.” He said, shrugging. “It’s an old custom I have grown used to; though we do not have to sleep in coffins any longer, explaining my upgrade on it.” She nodded, understanding what he meant, before turning to look at him head on, legs crossed in the Indian style. “Hm?”
“Why didn’t you tell me who you really were when I first met you?” She asked, leaning forward as she looked at him carefully. He leaned back slightly, raising his eyebrows in surprise to her question, before he shrugged a little. “That wasn’t a very eloquent answer!”
“Because I thought you wouldn’t believe me.” He said, looking at her carefully.
“…I want proof. Victor showed me his proof but I want yours. Show me your fangs.” Robin raised an eyebrow at her demand, and she frowned, being stubborn. “Come on!”
The vampire sighed, opening his mouth and his canines, like Victor, retracted into fangs, though they were longer than Victor’s by an inch, and fangs also protruded from the bottom row of teeth.
“Why do you have two pairs?”
Robin shrunk down his fangs before he answered. “A show of power.” He said, looking at her. “A true Nosferatu has two pairs of fangs, while a fledgling, like Victor, only has a pair of fangs, and they aren’t as long.” Josie nodded, and then grinned at him.
“Well, this is freakin’ sweet. I know two vampires.”
“You’re not allowed to speak of this, or else we’ll have to erase your memory of all of this, including when you first met me.” Josie’s eyes widened.
“You have the power to do that?”
“It’s to clean up any messes we leave behind.” He said, and then sighed. “Josie, the sun is going to rise soon; you should head home and get as much sleep as possible. If you have any more questions you may return two nights from now; tomorrow night I am going on a trip to visit someone.” Josie frowned, before she nodded.
“Alright; see ya in two…Nights, then, Robin.” She said, smiling, before she climbed off of his bed, walking out of his room. He listened to her footsteps down the hall and stairs, before hearing her farewell to Victor, his sensitive pointed ears twitching as the door shut, before he closed his eyes.
“Forgive me Christine…But I believe I am falling again.” ____________________________________________________________________ The sounds of shouting roused him from his slumber, and Robin opened his eyes as he looked at Christine, who was leaning heavily against their bedroom door in her church gown. “What is the matter, dearest?” Robin asked, sitting up and wincing at the sun’s rays as they burned him. A maid, young Abigail, shut the curtains quickly, before Christine answered.
“It’s a riot outside; I’ve been accused of witchcraft against the village children because they ran to me when church was over.”
“That is because you are kind to them.” Robin said, looking at her in confusion. “How is that witchcraft?”
“The village people are stupid and don’t understand that; they’ve been waiting for an opportune moment to declare me a witch ever since they saw the colour of my hair.” She said, before there was a knock on the door. She opened the door a crack, and it suddenly burst open as villagers grabbed her, dragging her out into the hall.
“Christine!” Robin shouted, jumping out of the bed and after them, only to be grabbed by James as Christine was dragged outside, crying and reaching out for him. “CHRISTINE!” He tugged on James’ grip, glaring at him. “James, let me go this instant!”
“I cannot, sir! If I do, you will surely be scorched by the rays.” James said, looking regretful.
“They plan to execute my wife on false pretences!”
“Forgive me, sir.” James whispered, lowering his head. Robin looked away from him, holding out his hand, the tips of his fingers being scorched by the rays. “CHRISTINE!”
His eyes widened as he saw smoke rising from the center square, as well as the painful screams of his beloved, and James let go of him as he turned limp in his arms, falling to the ground, eyes wide as blood tears leaked down his cheeks.
“Forgive me…”
Robin shot up from sleep, looking outside as the sun was setting, before he climbed out of bed, going to his wardrobe and dressing quickly, doing his normal early evening routine. He walked out of his room, going down the stairs to see Victor already standing by the door, smiling at him kindly. “Are you ready to go, Master?”
Robin looked at him, carefully thinking, before he nodded.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.” _________________________________________________________________ He stopped in front of a small grave marker, looking behind him to see Victor climbing up the rest of the stairs up the high hill, before he bent down on his knee, looking at the marker quietly.
“I come to visit you every year on this day, though I hate you.” He said softly. “You destroyed my life, but you let me meet Christine.” He narrowed his eyes. “But now she’s gone, and I live an immortal, unhappy life of solitude.”
He pressed his hand against the marker, placing his other hand over his chest where he felt his master’s presence. “I hate you master.” ____________________________________________________________________ The next night Josie came over again, equipped with a sleeping bag and a pair of pajamas. When Victor saw this, he smirked, raising an eyebrow. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Spending the night!” She said, smirking at him. “Or day as it was. My little brother James is staying at mom’s place.” She pushed past the fledgling, looking at Robin who stood there, looking at her with a raised eyebrow. “You’re up early!” She said, smiling. “Is it ‘cause you knew I’d be comin’ over?” She asked, smiling at him.
“Of course,” he replied sarcastically, shaking his head at the young woman. “So you’re spending the night without my consent then?”
“Oh yeah.” Josie dropped her things by the stairs, stretching her arms over her head. “I still have a million and five questions for you, and so I think I should just stay over.” She explained, shrugging. Robin just shook his head while Victor pulled out a cell phone from his coat pocket. “What’s with the cell? Plannin’ on calling the police, vampire?”
“I plan on ordering you pizza, since we don’t carry human food in our cupboards. We have blood pills, tablets, and blood packs.” Victor explained, dialing up the number for the local pizza place. “So, I just thought you’d like something that wouldn’t make you gag.”
“…Point well taken.” Victor shook his head, walking out of the front foyer to the kitchen to order the pizza in silence. Robin looked at her as she looked around the house, before looking at him.
“So what do you want to know?” He asked, cocking his head to the side. She looked at him, smiling softly.
“Why does the sun burn vampires?” Robin smiled turning and walking down the hall to the library, the young woman following.
“The sun’s rays hit the skin, and if it’s warm enough you produce sweat, correct? A substance that is created from the sweat glands in your skin, which drags water from your body out of your pours to cool yourself down.” He sat on a couch, patting the seat next to him and Josie sat down hesitantly, looking at him in interest. “Vampires, though, have no water in their body; we only have blood. So if the sun were to ever hit us, we would just burn up because we have no water to cool use down.”
“Wouldn’t the blood cool you down, then?”
“Blood is a thicker liquid than water, and so would just add onto the heat.” He said, looking at her quietly. “Have you ever seen a vampire sweat? Or cry?”
“I only know two, and I’ve only known you for a few days.”
“They don’t explain the process in story books?” He frowned, looking disappointed. “I thought they would be well researched. Ah well,” he then pushed back some of his hair, looking at her as he continued. “I want you to watch my face, alright? Just watch it.”
“Okay…” Josie said unsurely, watching as Robin sat there, eyes closed. After a few minutes, she saw the red dots appearing from his pours that she had seen the other day, her eyes wide. “What the hell is that?”
“I’m sweating,” he replied, opening his eyes and wiping the red off of his cheek; but instead it just smudged like blood wiped from a bleeding wound. “We sweat blood, instead of water. We cry blood, instead of water.” He smiled slightly. “It’s why we consume blood, while you humans consume water. For you can’t live without water, right?”
“Yeah…” She said, looking at him oddly. “Doesn’t that…Bother you? Sweating blood?”
“I’ve had 5000 years to get used to it.” He said, standing up. “Excuse me for a moment; I need to wash this off.”
“Yeah…” She watched him leave, and then turned to see Victor standing there, smirking.
“It’s amazing what he can force himself to do. I can’t even force sweat.”
“Who would want to?”
“A lot of vampires, actually; sometimes we consume more blood then we need to, and we need some way to get rid of it. I have to cut myself; my master can just sweat it out. Most females cry it out by watching sad movies.” He smiled. “Master is the only one who can force sweat; it’s an ability that a lot of vampires envy.”
“…It’s still a little gross.” Victor looked at her blankly. “What?”
“You think force sweating is gross, lass? You think something as trivial as that is gross when I told you all about the gruesome things of vampires?”
“Probably not all of it; and I want Robin to explain it all to me.” She said, smirking at the fledgling. Victor scowled at her.
“I’m the one who ordered the human pizza, and this is how the human repays me? By saying that my explaining skills lack luster?”
“…Pretty much. And ‘the human’s’ name is Josie. Smartass.” Victor smirked at her, and Josie stuck her tongue out when they heard a soft cough from the other doorway. They both turned to see Robin standing there, eyebrow raised at the scene.
“Hello children.”
“Hello Master!”
“Hey daddy!” The two vampires turned to look at the human, and she smiled sheepishly. “He called me a child like a parent would. Going along with the joke…?”
“…We’ll be ignoring that.” Victor said, looking to the side. The doorbell then rang. “Pizza’s here! I’ll get it.”
“Please do,” Robin mumbled, sitting back down on the couch and leaning back comfortably, looking at Josie with lazy eyes. “So? Anything else you want to know?”
“I already said I have a million and five questions for you.”
“Make that a million and four; I already answered one.” She laughed, and then nodded, making herself comfortable.
“Alright…” ____________________________________________________________________ “Why,” Josie started, eating her pizza slice happily and drinking some of her coke, before continuing. “Did your body react to what I said about your master? I get that it hurts you physically when he’s angry, but WHY?”
“Hmm…” Robin sat back in his seat, popping a blood pill and swallowing it, before looking at her contemplating. “Humans have things like...you feel the same as someone when they’re going through something; you share their pain.”
“Empathy pains.” Josie said, shrugging.
“I’m…Technically empathetic with my master, since now he’s a part of my personality. Vampires don’t usually drink their master’s blood.” He said, looking at her. “In fact it’s forbidden, but I didn’t care at the time. What happens when a vampire drinks their master’s blood is that they morph into a new version of their master, while retaining some of their own personality. Whenever someone says something unkind about the master, though, they will feel empathetic in a sense that their master’s presence will make themselves known and grow angry, forcing the one who drank their blood to feel pain or anger or sadness.”
He popped another pill, swallowing before he continued. “Master never liked to cry, and whenever he got angry he would beat me, so whenever he is angered, or sad, I feel physical pain. It’s like he’s tearing into my organs, or forcing myself to cry and sweat, loosing large amounts of blood and threatening my life.”
“That’s terrible!” She said, looking shocked. “But…Wait, I thought you were practically immortal?”
“Practically, being the keyword.” He said, looking at her kindly. “All vampires can die. There are just three possible ways. One is if we loose all of the blood in our bodies; it’s like humans dehydrating except faster. Another is if we are staked in the heart, our heads are cut off and garlic is shoved down our throat; hence why Victor didn’t order you garlic bread.”
“I don’t like the stuff anyway.” Robin smiled. “So what’s the third way?”
“Master made it up,” Robin said, looking down at the bottle of blood pills in his hand, looking at it quietly. “His original name was Vlad the Impaler; you know this. Do you remember how he used to impale people who didn’t follow his rules?”
“Through the a**s until it came out of their mouths, though sometimes he would put oil on the sharp end and slowly dig it into their chest. Babies were impaled through the mother’s chests. He had other ways of torture as well…” She looked up to see Robin clutching his chest and stopped. “Sorry; me and my big mouth.”
“It’s fine.” He said, breathing in deeply, before he slowly let it out, relaxing again. “The third way for a vampire to die is to be impaled the first way, with a burning stake. Since it was rumoured at the time that fire injured vampires.” He smiled bitterly. “He made up this way of killing a vampire before he actually became one. So at this time vampires didn’t exist and he just used vampires as an excuse to torture and kill someone.” He then sighed, looking at her.
“Any other questions before we turn in?”
“Yeah…” She said, looking at him and smirking. “Why does garlic affect you guys so badly?”
Robin looked at her with a blank stare, before he smiled.
“We’re just allergic to it.” He then walked off, leaving behind a laughing Victor and a confused looking Josie. _____________________________________________________________________ “Father, I’m going out for a ride.” A young man said, looking at the important looking man sitting in a chair, writing something. “Do you mind?”
“Enjoy yourself, Robin; soon you won’t even be able to do that when you take over my reign.” He said, looking up at his son with a kind smile. “It may be the middle of the night but it’s nice out; enjoy your ride.”
“Thank you, Father.” Robin said, smiling and nodding to him, before he turned and walked out of the office room, down the stone halls and outside to the stables, where his black filly was penned up, sleeping.
“Hey there Precious,” he said, patting her muzzle. “Mind if I take you out on a ride tonight?” The horse slowly woke up, large brown eyes looking at him curiously. “Come on, let’s give you some exercise.”
He unlocked her pen, guiding her out and saddling her up, before climbing on, trotting out of the stable. He then went out on a full gallop, rushing through the fields and the wind whipping at his cheeks, making tears appear in his eyes, but none fell down.
Suddenly, though a man jumped out of nowhere it seemed, frightening Precious into rearing back. Robin pulled on her reins, calming her down, before looking at the strange man. “Sir, please do not jump in front of a man riding his horse; it’s dangerous.” He said, and then cocked his head to the side, raising an eyebrow at the strange man.
He was grinning slightly, his eyes a dangerous colour of crimson red like a red moon. “Are you the visiting lord that supposed to visit my father this week?” He asked, steadying Precious so that she turned to the side so he could face him better. “I don’t recognize you.”
“I’m afraid I am no longer a lord to any land,” the man said, his accent deep and rough. Robin narrowed his dark eyes, before they widened as the man smiled, fangs glistening in the light.
“And you will no longer be the son of one.” He then jumped at him, and everything was consumed in darkness.
Robin gasped, looking up at the ceiling, only to see Josie’s worried face. She moved away from him as he sat up, wiping the blood sweat off of his cheeks and smudging it, before looking into his lap. “I’ll go get a towel.” She said, looking at him worriedly, before she crawled off of his bed, going into his bathroom. He breathed in shakily, looking over at Victor who stood in his opened doorway, looking at him worriedly.
“Was it a nightmare?”
“Nothing but a memory,” Robin mumbled, taking the wet cloth from Josie gratefully and wiping the blood sweat off of his face. He placed the stained towel on his lap as he looked at the wall in front of him, before he turned to look at the two worried people in the room. “Go down and eat some breakfast.” He said softly. Josie raised her hand, and he looked at her oddly. “What?”
“What does a little ol’ human like me get to eat?” She asked cutely, smiling at him innocently. Robin sighed, closing his eyes and shaking his head.
“Leftover pizza.”
“Yum.” Josie then waved to him, following Victor out of the room, leaving the vampire to think to himself.
Robin sighed, getting out of his bed, and closing the door, before looking into the mirror, placing his hand on the glass reflecting sad eyes. “I hate you Master.” ____________________________________________________________________ Josie and Victor looked up when they heard Robin walk into the library where they sat reading, and saw him looking out the window, before looking at them. “Josie, you want some questions answered?”
“No,” Josie said, standing up. “Well…Yes, but not about vampires. Just about you.” She said, looking at him. “…Victor told me how you were turned,” she explained, looking at the Irish man who smiled and shrugged sheepishly. Robin nodded; glad he didn’t have to explain that.
“But…I was wondering…” She took his hand, leading him into the dining room and placed her hand on the frame of Christine’s picture. “Christine…Your first wife, since you’ve had many from what Victor told me.” Robin smiled a little bitterly. “…What was she like?”
“…” Robin turned from her, looking at the pictures quietly, running the tips of his fingers over the painting, before dropping his hand to his side. “She was kind, though stubborn. She treated me well, even though she knew what I was. She loved children, and wished for children of her own someday. But I couldn’t give her children for she was living, and I was dead.” Josie looked at him sadly, watching as sadness filtered across his face.
“She was caring, though whenever she was in a bad mood could be cold. She spoke her mind a lot.” He smiled a little. “She was free spirited, and I had been warned that I wouldn’t be able to handle her, but I married her anyway. The people of the village thought I had a strange disease that didn’t let me go outside while the sun was out; no one knew the truth of what I was. The village was filled with lycans and hunters, and a few vampires were scattered here and there. Often, whenever someone spoke of killing vampires, Christine would grow quiet, and then she would ask what was so wrong with them? But then people would ignore her question, and she’d stomp off, complaining about it to me. ‘They don’t know a thing about vampires! You’re not monsters!’ she would say, and I would smile and let her rant.” His smile dropped.
“But I knew she lied to me everyday. I knew she minded the fact that she couldn’t have children; I knew she minded the fact that I couldn’t go to functions with her because it would injure me to step out into sunlight. I knew it bothered her that she was married to someone like me…”
“Like you?” Josie asked softly.
“…A monster.” He closed his eyes, missing the anger flaring in Josie’s deep blue eyes. Suddenly he felt his shoulder being jerked; he turned forcefully to face her, his eyes wide.
“You are not a monster, Robin de Valsing! You are not normal, I have to admit that, but you are one of the kindest people I’ve ever met! You seem really serious, but that’s because you’ve lived longer than anyone in this entire neighborhood!” She shook him. “Goddamnit don’t be such an idgit!”
“….Idgit’s not a word.”
“SO?” She sighed, letting go of his arm and crossing her arms, looking over to the side. “I don’t get you! You’re smiling one minute and then you’re one of the most serious people on the planet the next! Do you suffer from bipolar personalities of something? Are you a schizo?” He stared at her with wide eyes, before he smiled a little, and she looked up at him in confusion.
“You remind me of Christine.” He said softly, cupping her cheek. “That’s all.”
She frowned at him, narrowing her eyes. “I’m not a replacement to anybody; I shouldn’t remind you of your wife at all. I’m my own person.”
“…Prove it.” Robin said, smirking. Josie grinned, grabbing the collar of his jacket and yanking his shoulders and head down.
“With pleasure; jackass.” Robin laughed, before Josie pressed her lips to his, and he wrapped his arms around her, closing his eyes.
Victor stood in the doorway, grinning slightly as he watched the two. “My master…You always say you’re alone when in reality…You aren’t.”
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