The Vampire Servant (Editing)

A window to the soul part 2

"Wadim!" My father voice called me from downstairs. My hands put down the book I was currently reading. Making sure to take notice and my now much more pale hands. The once dark brown tan, was replaced with a lighter colour almost matching my hair. If it wasn't for the small traces of my tan still remaining.

"Yes, I called back." Making sure to clear my throat so that my parent could understand me.

"Can you come downstairs for a minute?" He called back. His voice slightly cracking. That's when I knew something was wrong. My old man usually had a strong voice. It only sounded like that when something bad was about to happen. Quickly placing my book down with the cover facing up, I started to make my way out of my room.

Keeping my steps calm and quick. I continued to make my way down the short hallway. Passing at least three book cases and a closed window for safety. My pace continued as I reached the long stair case. The only steps left keeping me from my fathers call. As I started my decent, another voice reached my ears.

"Mr. Albu, How much longer will it take for your son to get down here?" A masculine voice questioned. His voice sounding somewhat rushed. My violet eyes snuck a peak. Realizing that it was a member of the police sitting waiting impatiently at the front door, his left foot tapping at a steady rhythm.

"He should be only a few more seconds. However, I must ask, what makes you think my own son would commit such a crime." My father started to argue with the visitor. The cop glared daggers towards the man in front of him.

"We have been over this, witnesses have mentioned the frequent disagreements between Cezer and your son. Not only that, but have you seen him lately. His skin is almost sickly pale. " The cop argued back. My father visibly paled.

"I'll say this now so that my job will be easier once your son stops taking his sweet time. A man who had been walking home during the night of Cezer's murder claims to have seen your son wandering the streets all alone, and has said to have seen your son covered in blood escaping the scene." My father took a seat. Nodding in understanding. Knowing he was fighting a losing battle.

'That traitor.' I bitterly thought. 'He willingly gave up his only child, without so much as one complaint.' My hands tightened into fists. Knowing I had been caught. My body turned around, making it's way up towards the top window. Using my inhuman strength that was so kindly granted to me, I opened the window as quietly as possible.

In one swift movement, my body found it's self barley standing on the roof. Seeing a few other figures waiting outside of my house. Only one stood out completely. A famous hunter, who was a legend in these parts as well as in books. I turned to glare at the man. 'Van helsing.' I hissed at the sight of him. The man himself was a pest. The way he walked all high and mighty trying thousands of times to kill my savoir from that night. In his hand was a silver gun surrounded with crosses as an extra precaution. The man turned to stare right at me.

"Stop where you are halfling!" He hissed aiming his silver gun straight for my head. I growled before jumping back and landing safely on the ground behind my house. Using the fastest speed known to man I began to dart across ally ways. His footsteps somehow following close behind. Which was accompanied by frequent sounds of gunshots. One just missing my shoulder, while another grazing the side of my leg. I screeched, falling to the ground in pain. My hands grabbed onto the wound. As an attempt to stop the bleeding. Van Helsing catching up rather quickly, put his gun on my head.

"It will only hurt for a second." He spoke, noticing the tears falling from my eyes from the pain. "After that, you will be free from this curse." He continued. Putting more pressure against my head. I looked at him helplessly. Noticing a cloaked figure standing behind the man. It's red eyes stared at him excitedly.

"If it isn't my favorite hunter." The figure spoke. His found sounding smooth and almost childish. I noticed the man holding the gun immediately tense up. Before grumbling under his breath. "Hey~" The figure teased. Walking until he was directly behind the aged hunter. "Is that any way to great a play mate?" He asked generally sounding annoyed. The hunter removed the gun from my head, turning it to face the other.

"You are not my play mate Dracula." He hissed. Taking a careless shot, missing the other completely. I felt happiness spread through me. 'Dracula, he came to save me.' I excitedly thought. But I didn't miss the way Dracula looked at the tired man before him. The look made me disgusted. 'Why is he looking at that man like that?' I angrily thought. Dracula pouted before making a sudden jump back. Landing on the closest roof.

"I hope you mean that you like me more than a playmate." He spoke hopefully. "I know, lets play a game of tag. You're it Helsing. Catch me if you can." I spoke childishly before making a run for it. The hunter, forgetting about my existence completely blindly followed the other without a second thought. Leaving me to bleed to death.

I stared up at the darkened sky. Noticing the first star had appeared. My mind began to wander. Thinking mainly about the powerful vampires actions towards the hunter. The way he had acted and look at the other made me jealous. Feeling rejected that the other preferred the company of his possible killer over me. 'I wish I had a chance to make him look at me like that.' I thought looking towards the sky. Not caring, that my interest in the other had turned into a slight unhealthy obsession.

"halfing." A voice whispered near my ear. My eyes began to take notice of red cloaked figures surrounding the exits to the alleyway. In front of me stood a taller hooded figure. It's face covered by a mask. 'How long was I lost in thought?' I questioned. My violet eyes started distantly at the other.

"Dracula a blestemat de tine, cum a facut si la noi. Vino cu noi şi veţi avea răzbunării" The figure whispered again. While reaching it's hand out to me in an inviting manner. Luckily for me, the stranger had spoken in my mothers first language. Being her child, I of course had the advantage of learning such a complex language. I accepted. My own hand grasping the others. Knowing, this group and vampires like me would lead me to Dracula, and perhaps even to the death of Van helsing.

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Translations

Dracula a blestemat de tine, cum a facut si la noi. Vino cu noi şi veţi avea răzbunării- Dracula has cursed you, as he has done to us. Come with me, and you will have your revenge.