Miriam Ferdanide Von Rosa II is a just a regular vampire in a modern x mideval world. But when some village boy challenges her authority by not leaving her manor when told she finds out her name has been trashed! In order to regain her former status...
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Miriam's perfectly manicured hand twirled a long goddess braid in a repeated motion as she sized up another wannabe hero who is challenging her to battle.
She couldn't care less. Tired of this repetitive lifestyle that she lived. She needed to start carrying mortal peasant repellent around. It was like her manor was constantly infested with them.
She drummed her long nails against the arm rest of her red and silver hostess chair in her dining room, wondering what time it was and what she should eat after this guys over used speech was over.
She should just kicked him out and save herself the trouble. Yes, a fantastic idea! That's exactly what she'll do. Kick him out and save herself the trouble.
"Get out. I'm not in the mood." She said interrupting his endless babbling.
She laughed softly while eyeing the glass of rose cow blood infused milk on the table.
That should do the trick. Or so she thought.
"You bloodsucking wench! I've come to end your terrors."
What.
She stopped everything she was doing. The hall once only filled the noise of her drumming her nails and meaningless speech of an intruder went silent. By now what he said to her echoed. She couldn't tell if it echoed in the dining hall or her mind but it did get her attention.
The wannabe was trying work her up. She doesn't show her short temper when faced with twinks like him but he practically told her "no."
"What do you mean 'end my terror'? I sit here day in and day out minding my business the terror here is all you Perseus wannabes invading my home and trying to defeat me in unnecessary battle! Take the knights test for Dracs sake. ITS FREE. They stopped sending invitations to only nobles 10 years ago! Just register at your nearest sponsored parlor. You're embarrassing yourself."
"You don't know? You're an easy win. All village boys know that."
Miriam couldn't believe her ears. She was disrespected by the potentially weakest, most pathetic looking, obnoxious, low life to ever enter her chambers. Not just by one. But by plenty more she had yet to meet.
"I'm a stepping stone..." She took a deep breath. "To a stable boy dream?"
"Essentially."
While possessing the strength to flip the table over she thought about the rose cow blood infused milk and decided against is it. But she did run across the table to meet the boy who dripped in audacity, audacity that dripped and gave the place a foul stench, and if almost fitting she gave him a good punch to the nose.
She doesn't remember the last time she's been this upset. She never put much effort into fighting no names so it's no surprise she was deemed easy. But they never won against her either. She gave some speech, hinting she didn't want to fight apparently stroking their ego enough so they felt like leaving.
But then a question popped in her mind. Who started this rumor? She was as common as vampires got in terms of her ranking but about 20 years back when aspiring heroes were original and had vigor she still got some respect.
She stopped her train of thought to find the boy she just punched. He lay against a wall covering his nose as blood poured down his scrawny fingers to his itchy looking brown tunic. It smelled repulsive.
"Great Mother of Blood, why does human blood smell so bad..."
Grabbing a handkerchief from the dinner table she moves him into the common area, her mind full of questions.
"Boy-" she began.
"It's Morem..." He croaked.
"So, twink. Who started this rumor? You know... the whole I'm an easy win thing."
"Not sure. But us village boys hear I from a tale singer. He comes by on Tuesdays. A favorite among the village boys. Your story that is..."
Miriam shoved a few pieces of cotton up his nose. Then reached for a healing salve which was probably decades old now and placed it on the area where his nose split. And just like that it looked like she never punched him. Minus the blood all over tunic.
"How does it go?"
He began to sing for her, his voice gruff and weak, almost struggling to hold up each letter.
"Stop." She commanded through her teeth.
Her dark eyebrows furred and shifted as tried to decipher what he just croaked to her but to no avail. She wasn't getting anywhere.
She just dropped him and left him on the floor as she found him of no use. She let the boy scurry off and gave him loose change.
And even after all that all she could think about was who started that rumor and how could she clear it up?
She tossed in bed for 3 nights, the feeling of her wounded pride keeping her awake as her heart pounded and cold blood rushed through every part of her body straight to her head. Her curiosity was killing her with every tick of her grandmother clock and it felt as if she was burnt at the stake. And although immortal she was just dying to find out who could tarnish her name like this.
And then it hit her like a rock stone from an angry mob one night. I'll find the tale singer and then clear my name.
It seemed quite simple. Find this guy and tell him its a lie. And then she will finally know peace.
It was as simple as that.
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Chapter 1 is up! yahoo! I didn't wanna spoil too much so I had to hold back. Kinda was hoping for this chapter to be over 1000 words but I think it's for the best so you guys can get a feel. Cant wait for the next chapter I have so much planned.
