Immortal Sorrow

“It is rubbish. But I have learned that if your nightmares feel like warnings, many times they are.” The elder walked to the fireplace. He stared at the flames. He found it ironic that he sought the warmth when the same flames were used to trap and kill his kind.

“Look at this fire… What does it give you? Does it not scare you? Yet you over come that fear to reap the benefits of the flames.”

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His eyes shifted towards the flames “It’s because it can’t harm me at this moment, nor it doesn’t wish to, they are harmless to scare me.” he stated. “These nightmares though, so vague, Am I truly missing the meaning of what the wind is whispering to me?” he asked. “I don’t mean to sound so helpless, but one cannot help such thoughts,” Ramiel said softly.

 “I often feel as though I have lost myself to what I can’t understand, I crave the blood of others and… yet? it feels good” he whispered. “Then? I feel bad for the life they have lost.. knowing they would never see their family again due to me.” Ramiel’s eyes shift to the flames.  “I guess such a lord like yourself never thought about such a silly thought like I… surely,” he said softly lowering his head.

“It’s fine. I usually get up early anyways.” He walked over still wearing only his sleep clothes. He handed the glass of blood to his guest and sat down in another chair with huff. He was not use to interacting with people this early in the evening. And he had to deal with some of the humans because they were violating their treaty. He rubbed his eyes and yawned.

Taking the glass into his own hand to only swish it around as if it was nothing more than fine wine until his lips tasted the ivory tang of its richness once it rose towards them. ramiel lowered the glass, “ I can tell i have caused some sort of ruckus senior and for that? I’m truly sorry, I just been having nightmares” 

Ramiel walked towards the fires that were held at a location no bigger than a hole in the wall that was fed by whatever that could feed it to make the ambers burn of beauty and horrid pain if one touches it.“Perhaps” he said softly looking into the flame that danced around his eyes. 

“It’s trying to warn me about something if I ever lose myself? to barware.. perhaps” he whispered “This all must seem rubbish, I know… to someone as great as yourself.”

“Look at this fire... What does it give you? Does it not scare you? Yet you over come that fear to reap the benefits of the flames.”

Hiding under the large table of the library, hugging her legs. Quietly sobbing, trying not to make noise. It stings, it still hurts, it’s hard to breath. It will hurt all night, she knows.

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- Y-Yes, Sire…

She wanted nothing but to eat everything, down to the last crumb. But she knew it was polite to leave a little something on the plate instead of gorging like a savage. Trying to make each bite last, she ate quietly, spying the large man out of the corner of her eye.

She could grab that knife and stab him… get her brother and run away… the little girl sighed softly. No, he was too strong, she had no chance.

Sliding off the chair, she stood with her head down, hands at the front as usual, waiting for his command.

He walked to her and looked her over. He didn’t smell any major wounds. She didn’t have any breaks. He got on one knee in front of her and cut his palm. He showed her the blood. “Can you move it?” This would be a good gauge to see how much more training and trails she would need to go through. Tonight was not meant to discipline or torture her, only to test how much longer he needed.

The young girl took a step back, wondering what he was going to do then looked at his blood filling his palm with undisguised surprise. She glanced at him again but quickly looked back and the blood, staring intensely at it.

She needed to focus… an emotion, she needed a strong emotion to trigger it… scary, he was so scary. The blood just twirled lazily, not looking very impressive. No, not fear, she needed something else.

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Hiding under the large table of the library, hugging her legs. Quietly sobbing, trying not to make noise. It stings, it still hurts, it’s hard to breath. It will hurt all night, she knows.

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Luminita glanced up at him briefly, a look of excitement on her face before she looked down again. Horses were great, they always seemed to know how she felt.

Pulling a chair, she sat down and started to eat politely, graceful, straight on her seat. He appreciated manners and she didn’t want to give him a reason to get upset. Still she was tense, which only made her aches worsen.

He watched her and nodded softly. He stood and went to open the window to let in some fresh air. “When you are done I want to make sure you are okay. You did well today, but I fear I may have hurt you too much.”

- Y-Yes, Sire…

She wanted nothing but to eat everything, down to the last crumb. But she knew it was polite to leave a little something on the plate instead of gorging like a savage. Trying to make each bite last, she ate quietly, spying the large man out of the corner of her eye.

She could grab that knife and stab him… get her brother and run away… the little girl sighed softly. No, he was too strong, she had no chance.

The vampire elder had feasted for his early evening meal. The maid had given him just enough to feel sated and enough to offer his guest. He sent her to bed to rest and to recover. Two days of no work was her reward for serving her master.

He went searching for his guest, stirring the precious liquid to jkeep it from clotting.

“Ramiel? Where are you?”

Ramiels fingertips touched the very ends of each page before he would consider that the end of each passage was something he no longer should word in mind or in tongue. His eyes widen at each moment a word would pass on by “Miraculous“ he whispered. 

 Ramiel’s words were filled with a ghost of whispers as they happened to be filled with empty noises as the words slipped on by as the page-turner couldn’t help himself once it came to books he had never read.  The ears were always the sensitive one when it came to picking up extra noises that came closer or was far away that could be picked up in an instant.

 However, the moment the master of the house came looking for him? he knew he must have done something wrong.  He placed the book down at his side and rose out of his seat to show respect for the other. “Lo siento, I hope I didn’t wake you?” he said in a serious tone.

Hiding under the large table of the library, hugging her legs. Quietly sobbing, trying not to make noise. It stings, it still hurts, it’s hard to breath. It will hurt all night, she knows.

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Calmly sitting down next to the desk he places down a plate full of fruit, cheese, fresh bread with honey and butter and a glass of milk.

“Come little one. I promise, there will be no pain tonight. You did well. Your brother got his punishment for bullying you. Do not worry. Come out so I may check your wounds.”

He would be patient. He had all the time in the world.

Heart beating hard, she peeked from under the table, long black bangs hiding scared golden eyes. Finally standing up, she fixed her little dress and waited, hands holding together in front of her, head low.

“I-Is he a-alright, Sire?…”

Her brother could really be unbearable at times but she didn’t like seeing him hurt. Sire could be very cruel at times.

“He is. He is without dinner tonight. I gave him bread and water. He will be doing chores tomorrow while you can go to the stables. There is a new colt that was born this morning.”

He had to keep the experiments stretched out for now, too much damage and he would not be able to salvage his mistake. A break was in order for his children. Especially his little light. He pushed the plate closer to her. He sat there and waited for her to eat before testing her progress.

Luminita glanced up at him briefly, a look of excitement on her face before she looked down again. Horses were great, they always seemed to know how she felt.

Hiding under the large table of the library, hugging her legs. Quietly sobbing, trying not to make noise. It stings, it still hurts, it’s hard to breath. It will hurt all night, she knows.

Calmly sitting down next to the desk he places down a plate full of fruit, cheese, fresh bread with honey and butter and a glass of milk.

“Come little one. I promise, there will be no pain tonight. You did well. Your brother got his punishment for bullying you. Do not worry. Come out so I may check your wounds.”

He would be patient. He had all the time in the world.

Heart beating hard, she peeked from under the table, long black bangs hiding scared golden eyes. Finally standing up, she fixed her little dress and waited, hands holding together in front of her, head low.

“I-Is he a-alright, Sire?…”

Hiding under the large table of the library, hugging her legs. Quietly sobbing, trying not to make noise. It stings, it still hurts, it’s hard to breath. It will hurt all night, she knows.

“Come little one. I promise, there will be no pain tonight. You did well. Your brother got his punishment for bullying you. Do not worry. Come out so I may check your wounds.”

The elder vampire groaned as the other left the bed. Be he merely rolled over and continued to sleep. He bolted awake when his creams turned to an event in his life that he never wanted to relive.

He woke up and looked at the empty bed and sighed. He was not going to force the man to come back. It was going to be a sleepless day for him. He knew it was still a few hours before sunset, but he was going to have a small drink. Perhaps a maid would offer her neck.

Dracula sighed as he put on his robe and slippers.

Ramiel of course didn’t go where he was not supposed to, he just couldn’t sleep, and it was not far he thought if he kept waking up letting the other not be able to fall upon his slumber. Upon finding a book or two he took them both to the couch that was a bit comfortable of course he didn’t get anything to drink until the master of the house had gotten up.

 One book was rather interesting it foretold somethings he never quite understood but he was going to try and understand what the things inside tried to tell him. and the other book leaned on top of his wrist beckoning to be open as it waited for its turn to be read. Ramiel’s eyes shifted from page to page couldn’t tell how much time had passed or if any passed little at all, all that needed to be told was the words that mumbled along since he couldn’t tear himself away from each page of excitement,

 Ramiel thoughts were like shock waves down his brain as the very eyes he uses to find food in the dark where used to comprehend  the thoughts that  processed into the words that spoke to him making his nights useful of literature  ink that at times seemed to come off when it’s rubbed by his thumb and some other times it was something that never came to mind that It could easily be taken away like something that never existed. “How exciting” he whispered to himself.

He went searching for his guest, stirring the precious liquid to jkeep it from clotting.

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“Yes?” He glanced at his shy student as he wrote the assignment on the board. It was a research paper on the crusade, three pages with three sources due in two weeks.

Lue then spoke about the part she was confused on as she rubs her neck, she felt dumb for asking but she was new and never heard of the crusade , she was from over seas, she then sees what he wrote and writes  then down as well for the assignment.