Right Outside My Window (ErrInk)

Chapter 37 - The Garden

Error's POV

  We walked down the hall to the garden. There was nothing but silence between Ink and I along with sounds of footsteps against the marble hallway floor. I tried to hear any thoughts within my mate's mind but it seemed that his anger kept him from thinking anything.

I took a glance at Ink and then further down. I saw the brown scarf covering his neck, and then I thought about the marking that was underneath. A small flame began to burn inside me, it was hunger. The urge to feed burned in my mouth, on my tongue, and on my fangs.

I wanted to grab Ink and drain him of all of his sweet blood. It did not help that thinking about his blood not only made me hungry, but it also made me excited.

Shaking my head, I was able to temporally break the thoughts in my mind. It scared me how much the blood moon was already affecting my vampirism. There could not be anymore mistakes, I will not allow it.

My mate and I arrived at doors at the end of the hallway. When we entered the garden, I finally saw the beauty that my father talked about.

From the doors there was a stone path that led to a fountain in the center of the garden. A statue stood elegantly in the center, a woman in a long dress. She stood in a sad stance, in the motion of crying. The garden was divided into sections with each having their own flower.

Ink admired every bit of the garden. I could finally hear his thoughts which let me know that he was at least not as angered as he was before.

'This is so beautiful. I would love to paint this.'

A smile appeared on my face as I listened to him. I hope this can help with convincing him to forgive me.

My mate took one of the paths around the fountain, slowly running his hand over the petals of the many flowers. I watched from afar, deciding not to follow him for his safety.

I found a set of posh stairs that led to a small platform that overlooked the garden. There was a loveseat that faced the statue and it had a wonderful view of the flowers. I saw Ink walking around, drawing in the sketchbook that he brought with him.

I leaned back in the seat and stared up at the moon. It was bright white but in a few days, it would be a deep shade of red. I could feel my animalistic instincts clawing in the back of my mind. I was starting to see red in the corner of my vision and my fangs were becoming sharper.

My hands gripped my knees and I released a small primal growl through gritted fangs. I was fighting to stay in control. My royal blood was so strong it made me feel like all of my years of discipline training was for nothing.

'How is my father able to do this?'

I heard footsteps behind me. I jolted around, seeing that Ink was walking towards me. He stopped when he noticed me and there was a small expression of fear. It might have been because my eyes were red.

Me: I am sorry. I am quite hungry as I have not fed recently.

I had to lie to Ink as I did not want to scare him about the blood moon.

He slowly nodded before joining me on the seat. His intoxicatingly sweet blood filled my senses, further arousing me.

Ink: Do you need to... feed... from me?

Me: As much as I would love to, I do not want to accidentally hurt you. My bites can be painful sometimes and I apologize for that.

I said as I met his eyes. Ink looked away but I could see a small hint on rainbow blush on his cheeks. Despite how angry he was with me, fate had still tied us together as soulmates.

Ink: Is she anyone significant?

Ink asked as he motioned towards the statue of the woman.

Me: Extremely. Most of us know her by the name of Bloody Mary. She is the mother of vampires and the center figure in our religion.

Ink: She is like God?

Me: Not exactly. She is not all powerful but she was quite gifted in her abilities. She was also most respected since she is the reason why my people exist and the way we live as beings.

Ink hummed as he opened to a new page. I watched him as he began to draw the statue of Bloody Mary.

Ink: Do you know her story, Error?

I nodded.

Ink: Can you...

Tell it to me?