The Vampire Servant (Editing)

Bitter sweet kisses

Wadim led me through a large dark hall way. Candles lit each corner leaving barley any darkness. Deep red walls surrounded us, along with large windows. I looked out to see no moon, even though it was dark outside. Much to my dismay.

"Right this way little prince." The boy spoke, while opening a large door. Inside revealed a large kitchen with many cooks. Each rushing past each other to get their jobs done. At the end of the room, sat a small table with two chairs. Wadim released my hand making his way towards the chefs.

" Avem un oaspete de foame, vă rugăm să vă ofere el ceva te pregatit. El pare a fi foarte crapa." He spoke to a young woman tending to what appeared to be wine. The young girl looked up at him. With small tints of red covering her face. Her deep brown eyes looked towards me. Her blush deepening. The youngest cook put the glass down, giggling just a little.

"- Vai de mine, ce un gol." She happily exclaimed. "Vino, stai jos, chiar trebuie să fie de foame." I looked at Wadim utterly confused. In response, the white colored boy sent me a wink.

"Go take a seat Marc, She will prepare something for you." Nodding, I made my way towards the small table. Making sure not to bump into the rushing chiefs that resemble chickens with their heads cut off. Wadim followed closely behind. A little too close. Before I could take a seat, the teen lightly pushed passed me and pulled out a chair. Assuming that was where he was going to sit I made my way towards the other. Wadim chuckled.

"Marc, I pulled this chair out for you." He whined.

"O-oh, sorry." Sluggishly I took the seat he ever so kindly set out for me. After pushing in my seat, Wadim took his own. His violet eyes staring awkwardly into mine. My eyes tried to look anywhere but at him. The chiefs worked too fast to follow sadly, and the walls in this large kitchen were bare. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Wadim's hand reach out towards me. However, luck was on my side, the young chief cut in.

"Aici vei merge, mai bea sweety" She spoke, her voice sound like a high pitch woman talking to a child. I felt myself pout at her treatment. 'I hope she isn't calling me a child.' My mind complained. Her hands placed two large cups and a large wine bottle between us. Her eyes looking towards me with great expectation.

"U-uh t-thanks." I responded, not sure how to respond to the motherly figure. The girl just cocked her head to the side confused. Wadim chuckled once again. His personality matching Vladamire's slightly. Much to my annoyance.

"El e doar timid." He told the girl.

"Cum drăguţ" She responded. Her voice shrieking like a teenage girl finding out her crush liked her back. 'Now I really hope she doesn't think of me as a child' I hoped. With a small nod of the head the girl returned to her busy schedule. Leaving me to my, companion who still continued to stare. We both sat in silence for a few seconds.

"So Marc." The boy in front of me started. Grasping onto the wine bottle. "Tell me about your self." He continued, while pouring his own red wine. I shrugged.

"T-there isn't much to talk about." Wadim tsked. As he reached out to pour my wine. "I can uh pour my own-"

"No Marc, I insist. After all you are my guest and my responsibility." He spoke, making great emphasis on the 'my'. Another shiver ran through me. "Now really, surely there is a story behind those deep brown eyes." I shook my head. 'What was he doing? Father has told me about actions like this. What was it?' A voice in my head questioned.

"Well I um, was raised in a church." Wadim offered a small smile, while putting the wine bottle down.

"See, I knew there was something interesting about you, so where exactly is this church?"