Lovesick - Legacies (The Hunter Book 3)

Chapter 44 - 'I'm A Seven Hundred And Twenty-Five Year Old Vampire.'

Wolfgang Nachtstern stepped out of the ensuite bathroom, a white towel wrapped around his waist as he ran a hand through his wet, messy hair. The Nachtstern sighed, walking towards the false armoire that was the entrance to his walk in wardrobe, pulling it open before walking in.

Wolfgang picked up another towel, rubbing at his wet hair with it as he unwrapped the one around his waist, heading towards the suit he would be wearing for the day. Julian had picked out a three-piece, double vented suit in Wolfgang's primary colour - black.

Wolfgang sighed, pulling on a pair of boxers and the suit trousers, covering his cold feet with black socks as he did so. The hunter regarded himself in the mirror for a moment, running a hand over his clean-shaven jaw before he traced over the heptagram carved into the flesh above his heart. Wolfgang shivered as though he was cold before he pulled on the olive green shirt, buttoning it up quickly to hide the brand from his eyes. The Nachtstern tucked the fabric into his trousers before pulling on his waistcoat, buttoning it up as it covered the shirt.

Wolfgang took a seat at the vanity table, grabbing a hold of the hairbrush that was next to the comb. Using the brush, Wolfgang neatened the looser strands of his hair, pulling it into the general shape of his usual hairstyle. Placing the hairbrush down after he was done, Wolfgang took the hair clay he used, dipping his fingers into the off-white paste. He found wax to be too stiff with regards to his habit of running his hand through his hair, and gel looked too artificial for his liking.

Wolfgang ran the clay tipped fingers through his hair, rubbing the hair product into his locks until each loose and unruly strand had been tamed. Then, he took his comb, and recreated the hairstyle he had done for decades now, pushing the hair back into a semi-quiff and then down and to his right, giving him a defined, professional look that suited the shorter back and sides, which had been taken care of by the hairbrush.

Wolfgang wiped the excess clay from his hands before running a hand through the top of his hair, giving it the natural look that defined his hairstyle. The vampire reached into the jewellery box, looking for the particular pair of cufflinks that went with this shirt. The Nachtstern frowned, holding up only one of the golden cufflinks. Wolfgang groaned, reaching for his spare drawer, taking out the reserve cufflinks and placing them through the cuffs, securing the sleeves closed.Wolfgang inhaled, smoothing down his waistcoat before pulling on his suit jacket.

The hunter took his pocket watch, slipping it into his waistcoat pocket as he pushed the clasp through the second button of his waistcoat. Wolfgang took a golden bracelet that Elijah had gifted him, sliding it onto his left wrist as he ensured it was secured properly. The Nachtstern vampire let out a sigh as he took Hope's ring, placing the black band on the little finger of his left hand as he traced over the silver celtic knot engraved into the metal.

Julian was reading the newspaper when Wolfgang walked into the parlour. The butler looked up, his eyes taking in Wolfgang's appearance before he cleared his throat, folding the newspaper in half as he stood to his feet.

"We are dressed particularly nicely, today, Sir." Julian stated, standing with his hands in front of him as he stood beside Wolfgang, "Do we have plans for the day?"

"Not today." The Nachtstern replied. Julian looked at him curiously, adjusting his gloves as he ran his tongue along his lip nervously. Wolfgang let out a sigh, moving to pour himself a glass of whiskey, "But in a few days, I have big plans."

Wolfgang pulled the stopper from the glass decanter, pouring the amber liquid into the glass. The hunter replaced the stopper, lifting the glass to his lips as he turned to face Julian. The butler looked at him curiously and Wolfgang let out a sigh.

"My anniversary with Hope. It's in a few days." Wolfgang explained and Julian nodded. The Nachtstern let out a sigh, holding up his hands as they trembled slightly, "Why am I so nervous? It's just a bloody anniversary. I'm a seven hundred and twenty-five year old vampire that has fought and bested Originals. Yet, I find that my hands are shaking. My hands have never shaken in my life."