Blood Bound

Chapter 1

*June 17, 1852; 22:30*

Amell Johnson was leaning on the door frame of his dining hall watching the male who was oddly dressed in the room, he was not even sure who he was or how he had managed to get into the castle. The male in question had raven hair that fell lightly on his shoulders and dark brown eyes that shone an evil essence under the candle light of the room, that was noticed when he turned from the portrait of Amell's late wife, when he was still human, hung on the wall. "I do apologize, I was not prepared for company, sir." Amell spoke after several minutes of watching the male stare back at him, almost in shock.

"Uh- well- emmm." The male stuttered over his words for a second before shaking his head rapidly, "I'm sorry, I just- I-" Amell slowly tilted his head at the foreign terms used by the male.

"May I interest you in something to eat?" The offer was genuine, Amell did not wish for the boy to be worried for the lack of hospitality as Amell was unaware he was having guests.

"No." That was on the harsh end, and the male realized as he quickly took a breath before amending his statement, "Thank you, really, thank you. I should be going, I got lost and somehow ended up here. The front door was open so I thought it was empty..."

"Sir," Amell offered a soft smile, "You seem weary, let me feed you. Recover your strength tonight, you will be well protected."

"I- I couldn't invade, Mister..." He faded off not knowing the last name of the male he was speaking with.

"Johnson." Amell offered a smile as he continued, "But please, call me Amell."

"Nice to meet you, M-Amell," clearly there was hesitation on addressing him by first name. "I am... Liam Agreste." At the last name Amell assumed the differing dialect was as Liam was from France.

"Liam, pleasure meeting you, you will need your strength for your return to France, let me give you something to eat." Amell nodded politely and the raven haired male looked down averting his gaze.

"I cannot ask that if you, just point me in the direction of the way out and I will be on my way. I don't wanna invade." Liam shifted to run a hand through the hair that was nicely combed.

Amell let out a small sigh and shook his head, "Liam, it is after sunset, I was doing something for my career when you got here, time passes faster in this castle than it feels." He tried to explain, but it seemed like the male was more confused than anything. Liam looked down at himself which caused the other in the room to take in the appearance of the male. "Your wardrobe is a French style, no?" It was an odd combination of attire, blue pants that were tighter than normal and a sweater with a hood, and laced up shoes.

"French?" Liam looked up from his attire to the male he was speaking with and noticed the suit and long cloak like thing that fell over his shoulders. Pursing his lips, his eyes darted to the right almost as if he was trying to come up with a logical reason on why he would be in such an outfit while his host was so nicely dressed, "It is an American style that has invaded some of the French influencers, yes."

Amell furrowed his brows slightly before turning to have his back facing Liam, "Walk with me, I will take you to a spare room where you can change into something more appropriate for my home, I should have something that will fit you," Amell and Liam were relatively the same size in stature but he also had clothes that had been left there by his previous victims that would also be suitable to fit Liam.

Liam had opened his mouth to protest the kind offer but Amell had a point, this was not appropriate for staying in a castle, based on the inside structure, and someone else's home on top of that. "That is very kind of you, but I don't want to stay longer than I have to. Thank you for giving me something to wear as well as the food." Of course Liam wasn't fed yet, but there was the promise of food that he couldn't seem to deny respectfully so he was going to eat...

Amell nodded politely and opened a door to a bedroom, "Here, there should be an outfit that should you hanging up in the wardrobe, most of those are ill-fitting on me so they should fit you." He said before Liam closed the door leaving the pair separated. Amell turned on his heel and went to make up something for Liam to eat, seeing as he wasn't hungry, nor was he going to feed on the man who had unknowingly wandered into the home of a vampire.