The Reflection Of True Love

Hidden Beauty

The ticking of the clock is something that Yumi hadn't noticed the last time that she was sneaking around the house castle. She'd been instructed to stay on the rear porch again but found herself edging closer to the door and here she was, making her way through the hall.

In the past few weeks, it was the same repetitive pattern... and the only time she got to see the inside of the house castle was when her father showed up and they were ushered through the house to leave. As time went by she became more frustrated at how quickly they left, almost as soon as her father arrived and she needed to think up a plan.

The old vampire had been gone for ages, leaving Yumi on the porch and entering the house in search of coloured pencils this time. He liked it when the little girl was drawing because she was quiet and focused therefore he was able to enjoy her company in peace. He maintained that she asked too many questions all at once and he barely had the time to consider his first answer before she was firing more at him. Jungkook couldn't work out whether it was her childlike way or whether it was a trait inherited from her father and he didn't want to find out as it could be overwhelming to have them both asking questions at once. It was less painful if the father and daughter didn't hang around once Tae arrived. Jungkook didn't want to risk conversation in case the farmer was as talkative as the little girl and there was nothing to be gained from forming any kind of relationship, irrespective of how basic that was. His plan was to preempt the arrival of the father and have Yumi waiting by the front door, thus minimising interaction further because he couldn't risk talking to the man that he already thought was beautiful and whose eyes reflected a desire he couldn't afford to have.

While looking for the pencils and the other items that he knew he had, he'd stumbled across a drawing he'd done many, many years decades ago. He became lost in his head as he looked at the two coloured vines intertwined on the canvas. It was a memory that he'd locked away when his soulmate left him because that was the first time he'd ever felt physical pain. No one had ever caused him pain like that before and he wasn't aware that it was something vampires could feel until then. In a split second, he'd gone from knowing that he was the most cherished thing in his soulmate's eyes to the reality that no one could ever look at him ever again as his soulmate looked at him in complete disgust. The memory trickled down his cheeks as he held the small square canvas and he snapped it in two, throwing it away. He needed to compose himself before returning to the garden, he could see where the pencils were and looked around the room at anything else he could take with him. The tears represented everything that was taken from him but also what he wasn't allowed to have now. The problem was that he'd already started to feel. He'd begun to care for the little girl and there was an attraction to her father, planted like a fledgling seed in his core. Before leaving, he removed the mask from his face so he could wipe away the evidence of his emotions from his face and a sound from the doorway had him spinning around where Yumi stood.

The little vampire wasn't planning on being there for as long as she had been. Her curious, prying mind was interested in the room opposite to where the vampire was. The room was dusty, boxes stacked everywhere, blinds covered the window and the mirrors were smashed. She'd seen a room last week that had a mahogany dressing table in it, an ornate piece of furniture that looked splendid in the corner aside from the large, oval mirror that was obliterated. She'd paid more attention to her surroundings after that and each time she sneaked into the house she'd become increasingly aware that there wasn't one single mirror that was intact which was confusing because vampires were never reflected in mirrors anyway. Whilst in the dusty room with all the boxes in, she'd lost track of time and a noise from the room next door startled her and she thought that perhaps Jungkook had discovered that she was sneaking around his house. She was positive that if her heart was beating it would more than likely have been thumping like the hooves of horses in a stampede. She rushed out of the room, seeing the cloaked man in the room opposite and stood in the doorway transfixed as he turned and looked directly at her, mask in his hand.