The First Beast (Vampire Verse..All Ships)

Chapter 22 - Enemies & Allies

Encre's kneecap throbbed, a physical moan of pain that hiccups several times a day. His body clamps up, and he has to freeze everything he's doing until the pain subsides. Like a wave washing away a dent in the sand.
Running his hands over his fave tiredly, he cursed at himself for his now faulty body.

For more than three weeks he's been trapped in this colorless castle, forced to do nothing but sit around in the world's most comfy bed, eat what is probably the most devine food he's ever tasted, and read books that are so fantastical and unrealistic that he's swept away to the majesty of the pages.

.....ok so it's not been THAT bad.

The residents of the dull castle had no need to torture. Only interest For the most part was trying to get him to leak information. And since the Beast is the only one who can speak his language its easy to ignore everyone else's interrogations.

Encre banged his skull against the back of the bedroom in frustration, tired of not being able to do anything or have anyone to talk too.

He closed his eyes, recalling the events of every chance meeting he had with the King of the Vampires.

His night dripped bones, the colors that swirled across his face like an abstract painting. How long and slender his fingers felt when they delicately held them.
And the long oriented fangs that ever so slightly stuck out from his mouth, glimmering in the candle light.

Fear struck Encre's veins, causing his body to shiver in a mix of confusing pleasure.

His thoughts -the ever so dangerous ones- were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Come in," he declared. Depsite knowing full well that they probably didn't understand his alien tounge.
After all when it came to communicating with anyone in this God forsaken hellhole, all he could do was hint at his words.

A slight click of the door being unlocked (as if it helped) and in came a young strapping skeleton, holding the cane that nearly helped Encre escape the first time he awoke. Based on his fine attire and poker faced emotions, Encre could only assume he was just another butler.

The butler cleared his throat, and took a small bow, before walking over and holding out the wooden carved cane to him. A look upon his face that hoped he understood him.

"The....Master...he wishes to...speak...to you," the butler said slowly with a deep voice.

Encre only deadpanned at him, before rubbing his temple and sighing once more. "Speaking slowly does mean I am going to understand your dumb confusing language more than I already do. You are really lucky your so pretty, Monsouir. Hopefully....there's a brain in there to match such a face."

Encre spat the words with a twisted smile, hoping that the way he spoke behind the language barrier at least declared in some way of how displeased he was.

The butler's frown deepening, he made a move to go ever so closer to the side of the bed before sitting down. Meeting with Encre's eyes he pressed a hand to his own chest.

"Suave"

Encre stared.

"Suave."