Blood, fire and death

Chapter 19

Aaron paused at the door of the De La Sanguis mansion.

It was, as he remembered, quite grand. Like a palace, beautiful, elegant and of course hard to find with a somewhat abandoned look to it. To the random mortal that  stumple upon it, the mansion was just another haunted house or a victim of the failling economy. 

It was currently mid day, though Aaron's aunts and uncle were of the age were the sun's dying cries no longer cause any great fret. They still kept mostly to their traditional ways. Sleeping by day, feasting by night. Thus, when Aaron rang the bell, he knew exactly who would welcome him in. The shocked and taken aback face with which he was greeted was expected so Aaron smiled the way he knew would make the old butler take pause.

"Where is my aunt?" The mix breed demanded, taking advantage of the servants confusion to walk past him, heading straight to the west wing where his devil resided.  

"She's asleep, in your former chambers sire" The servant quickly bounced back and responded with a voice that was calm despite the speed in which the words fell from his mouth. 

Aaron stopped in his track and turnned and went in the opposite direction. The buttler anticipated this and rushed to block Aaron's path. Aaron paused infront  of the dark suit stranger and slightly tilted his head in an attempt to meet the older man's gaze. 

"Ms. Sylvianna has been put on a strict schedule, i can not allow you disturb her." He explained in a calm and even tone. His back straight, his head high. He utilize every ounce of elegance his talord suit and shoes provided. He didn't even low his gaze to look at Aaron, a person which should technically his young master. 

Aaron felt his brow twitch. "You hate me don't you" He says, the butler did not react to his statement. Aaron took a step foward, closing the distance between them, his chin further rising. 

"I could hear you, you know, all those years locked in that room. I remember" He smiled at the stiffening boster of the old servant . "It's alright," Aaron shrugged. " I understand, you've worked for the De La Sanguis for years. From the moment you were turned, but a servant." He continued, reaching up the to run a finger over the expensively made and bought tie. It was red, a blood like crimson. " I suppose you told yourself it's the way of our world, the weak serve the strong, i could only hope that such words helped you slumber at night.  However, there was nothing you could tell yourself to justify our position, was there? " He tore his eyes off the tie, his hand thightly gripped at the tie. The veins on his hands and arms buldge and his eyes narrowed into a sharp glare. The butler did not dare loower his gaze, he was a taller, and his back was straight, thus Aaron could not see his face. But the sudden paleness of the butler's chin did not escape Aaron's eyes. "You at the bottom, me at the top. Me the young master, you the doorhop!" 

"If i have direspected you in any-" The older, former human tried to appologize. His voice slightly trembling but Aaron did not give him the chance to finish. On the contrary, annoyed by his intterruption, Aaron yanked the tie, successfully dragging the Butler down. Not allow expecting it, the older man knees buclked and his back was snapped into a bent position, he could no longer keep his head up and in his shock, he meet Aaron's gaze. He could not help the silence chills that ran down his back upon meeting those glaring eyes and joyfilled smilling lips. 

" And then i go and mate with a werewolf." He raised his free hand and lightly tapped at the servant's cheek. 

"Sir, please" The butler begged. Trying to pull away. But the strenght of a human that had been changed could not compared to that of Aaron, a somewhat born hybrid infused with the blood of a werewolf.  He wasn't going anywhere if Aaron did not release him. And Aaron was not done yet, He pulled the servant closer, turning his head so that the flegging's nose touched the nape of his neck.