Blood, fire and death

Chapter 18

Belladonna De La Sanguis was not anyone's cup of tea. Anyone but his uncle Girard that is. As he happened to bed her numerous times. Planted seeds in which she bore fruit not once, nor twice but four times. All as healthy as she was. Unfortunately.

She had a variety of faults and ticks which made her, oh so annoying. One of which was her obsession with the color red.
Vampires drink blood, blood was red. Her infatuation with the colour had as much sense as a vegetarian loving the colour green or a an asian loving the color of rice, white.

Yet she placed it everywhere it would be deem acceptable.

Aaron hadn't come into direct contact with her since before he'd been locked inside his room back at the mansion. At the time, she had been rushing her one eyed son to the medics.

Belladonna never visited him, not once. It didn't bothered him. The only person he truly cared about back then was his Devil. Sylviana, who, he would admit, was the main reason he supposed he disliked his uncle's "wife". The two women loathed each other.

None of the blood born De La Sanguis women liked her. But the hatred between the two was pure, genuin. And the fact that Sylviana just so happen to be the primary caretaker of the halfbreed filt that wounded Belladonna's precious offspring only thickened their relation.

Thus, Aaron was quite shock to be receiving her letter. Multiples, a day after the first, he receive  a second letter. Also red, the day after that, he got another. That one had been different but it didn't take a genius to know it was from his uncle. Or from Belladonna through her husband.

Aaron was on day four, sitting on Roy's desk chair, still in his evening gown at 9 almost 10 in the morning. Bored out of his mind and staring every so often to the unopened letter on the bed. With the help of his toes, he spun himself around on the chair, waiting patiently as it came to a stop before reaching for the computer mouse. Absent mindingly surfing the net, searching the drive, just looking for a way to intertain himself. But his attention would never be captured long enough to stop his eyes from darting every so often to the envelop on the bed.

He didn't like Belladonna. Belladonna did not like him, so why would she booming him with messages? Aaron couldn't help but bonder on this question. The only plossible anwser would be the content of the letter was important. But his devil would never approve of him reading anything that woman sent to him, no matter what reasonning he had. 

As for his Devil, her letters had been arriving as usual. The things she wrote were as benine and uneventful as alway, never once did she mention anything about her brother of his terrible wife.  Aaron could not help but be slightly suspesious about all of this. Sylvianna would not lie to him and there was no obvious reason why she should keep anything from him.

Looking away from the letter that had once more pull his gaze, Aaron looked back towards the computer. Oddly enough, the one thing he hadn't gotten into during his years of isolation was the internet. Connect to million in the comfort of one cell. The pull was corny at best. Aside from various how to videos and online lessons, Aaron never really delve into the world wide web. 

But he knew the basics, could recognize and use the most populars and unavoidable such as google, youtube and email providers. This limited understand was enough for Aaron to notice that Roy's email was left connected. The alpha did not have a habit of shutting it off, and no one would think to look through it. Aaron didn't think much of it, absently he look over the contents not really caring. It was bland, purely business and borring. Aaron was bored,  It seemed fitting.

For a while it was sort of fun, his attention was for once, completetly off of the letter as he went through already read emails. He readying through files and documents, some messages even made his smile.