Music To My Soul

Ch. 7

Alucard: 

I woke up to the sound of humming, and the sound of a piano being played. I get out of the coffin and notice Timothy sitting in my chair, hype focused on a piece of fabric and the sound of a piano coming from my record player. I carefully look over to see it is an eye patch he's making, and it was mostly black, but he has carefully sewn into it several small red seed like beads into the eye of Hermes, the thread was black so it wouldn't show, and he was almost done with the design, the tear drop near the bottom being a lone fake gemstone to imitate a ruby. It was amazing how he had done this all on his own, just for me. 

" Good morning, or rather, good evening. I've been up for a while just doing this. Laurence got the fabric and such. The inside is set up to function as a blindfold of sorts, so it doesn't mess up your healing process. What do you think?" 

" I love it, draga. How did you-" 

" You are silent, yes, but the world around you isn't. I heard the coffin lid. Here, it's done. Lets see if it fits." 

I chuckled as I got down on my knee so he could reach easier, tying it up under the hair knot I've grown used to wearing now. I could feel the soft crushed velvet of the fabric, the silk of the string, and it was the nicest thing I had been given as of late. 

" I hope you don't mind the velvet, it was the only fabric that we had around here in excess. I found the silk from an old curtain being tossed out, so I repurposed it." 

" I don't mind at all. I love it. I didn't know you could sew, though." 

" Of course. I learned the first month of living on my own. Now, I believe the master of the house wishes to see you." 

He poked my nose as a vain attempt to be funny on the word 'see', and left with a small giggle. I smiled, but I rolled the one good eye I had, and we made our way to the office. I could walk there in my sleep, I knew it so well. We walk in, and I see Maxwell with Anderson. I instantly try to hide Tim, but Tim marches past me, making a bee line for Anderson. Anderson's smile fades to one of wonder, until a sharp smack echoed in the room from the force of how hard Tim hit him in the face, a bruise instantly forming from the sheer force he hit him with. 

" You foul, mean, vindictive, rotten fucking bastard! You should be ashamed of yourself, you manipulative, crooked, calloused asshole! I don't give a shit who the fuck you think you are, but you will not ever be fighting Vlad ever the fuck again, or I will personally blow your fucking brains out like the proper Texan I am, do you fucking hear me, you insignificant maggot of a loathsome worm?!"

I wanted to both laugh and gloat, but I also grew super worried. Tim wasn't a violent guy, and Anderson must've noticed, because he actually looked hurt by his words, so hurt in fact, he looked to be on the brink of tears, and on a more interesting, light hearted note, he did indeed have a thick Texan accent when he was upset.

" I-I'm sorry. I didn't think-" 

" Exactly, you didn't fucking think! You fucking Catholic pigs never think things out or of the fucking damage you can cause to people! You only serve yourselves, you selfish bastards! Now thanks to you, I lost my dream job, my one chance at going to collage like a normal person, and having a wonderful relationship with a man who loves me for who I am, and I return the sentiment! You ruined my fucking life with this bullshit!" 

" Tim...I am so sorry...I really am-" 

" Fucking save it. If you really were sorry, you'd apologize to Vlad, not me! I thought we could be great fuckin friends, but apparently, yet again, I got conned by a fucking catholic! Fuck you, Alexander, fuck you! I hate you!"

With a hard shove, Anderson was sitting in his chair once more, and Tim was furious. He stormed off past me, and I felt the hatred he had. I never saw him angry, and now that I have, I never wanted to see it again, for any reason. Anderson was on the brink of being a sobbing mess, his hand not moving from where he got smacked, the faint remnants of a bruise were slowly fading. I walked over rather lazily, no smirk, no smile, just plain voided emotion. Even Sir Fletcher was silent in the little display of aggression that came from the one person I never knew had a violent streak.

" So, what now, Sir Fletcher?" 

" Now, you get to come home and stay here. I'm not going to do what my ancestors did before me, but you are under house arrest until further notice. Anderson, in light of new developments, you will be forbidden from coming on property, and until specified, you will cease any and all contact with Timothy until further instruction otherwise on the matter. If he wants to talk to you, then he can express so to me. I'll have Laurence see you two out." 

Anderson dried his eyes, and when we locked eyes, it made me scared, but he looked so damn broken, it hurt. I knew he was a forever changed man from all of this, and he was going to take this lesson to heart, whatever it was.

" Alu-uh, I mean, Vlad. Listen, about the eye, I'm sorry. I got wrapped up in it too much, and I lost it. I never thought he'd get like that, but I deserve it. I know he won't want nothing to do with me, but, could you maybe talk to him for me? I'm so sorry I went overboard. I lost my mind. I guess it's true, when you look into the sun, you can go blind." 

" You're damn right, and an apology from you means nothing right now. You took my eye, and what's worse, you've stressed the hell out of my Mate with your stupidity and selfishness! I get to clean up a mess you made, and it's going to take more than words to soothe wounds that are older than either of us will ever understand. I thought that maybe having him show you the better side of me would change your mind, but apparently, your friendship to him meant nothing, because to him, it meant more than he'll ever admit. I knew you were what made his work days better, but I said fucking nothing in hopes I wouldn't have to do this shit, but here we are. He's been hurt like this before. I hate to say it, but if I never see you again, it's too fucking soon. Go away, and stay away."    

Anderson looked so broken, so hurt, it was actually surprising. I meant every word. I knew it was him, hell, I was so confident it was him, I made this back up plan just in case it did just what I knew it would do. You don't live as long as I have without paranoid backup escape plans. Anderson looked down in dejected hurt, and shuffled off like a scolded oversized dog, tail tucked and all, or more like a scolded child who broke a priceless vase. I took off to try and find Tim, wherever in the manor he could be, only to find him on the second floor in a spare bedroom, sobbing. I said nothing as I gingerly picked him up, pulled him close, and let him cry it out until he passed out, and even then, I refused to move. He needed me right now, and like hell was I going to leave him.