Little Miss killer and her loyal slave

A Meeting That Set Tears (Ch.2)

3 days have passed and the child is still passed out. The doctor said that it would take at least 1 week for him to wake up. It's not like she'll wake up soon, Right? (As I laugh to myself) " Well tell the maids that there is a ball and that I'm going." " My lady, are you sure you haven't been to one in 12 years!!" The head maid says. "I'm sure Lizzy I think change is good for a while at least-"

Silence fills the room. "Well, what are you waiting for?" I ask "OH right my lady right away!"

As she rushes out the doors of my study. (You're probably wondering what I am or who I am. I'll tell you, I'm Ruise Redbook. I come from a long line of vampires but not the type who die in sunlight, We only die like humans. But what makes us different from humans is that we live long lives, 10 million years to be exact. And my title in noble standard is Marchioness.)"Oh Lizzy , having to be the youngest and a head maid, I should really give her a raise." I say to myself. I get up from my seat and turn around to look at the moon. "How lovely" a male voice says "of course Bruce" "i thought you were gone for good but here you are". I turn to look at him "did that old wife of your die like the others" I say while I walk past him. " MOTHER I LOVED HER AND SHE LOVED ME" Here we go again he always rambles about how he loves a girl and when they die he comes back and gets another one. "I pity your stupidity Bruce" I grab a book named "how and why to love '' I turn I give it to him. I sit on my desk "Bruce sit down" he sits in the farthest corner of the room. " I never told you about your father, did I?" "no" he scoffs, "your father Willum RedBook was a great man, I met him in my 70's. Me and your father were a force to be reckoned with. We had love and care for each other." "and we had you" "your father was a writer and had written 104 books over his lifetime." I pointed to my book self and said, "He made that very book you have on your hands." I get up and walk to the bookshelf. I put my hand on it "and he wanted to give his child a book, but not any book one that could have a meaning to it instead of just a 'book' so he did just that until his death in 1786." "So i gave it to you" "Bruce look at me" he looks " i want you to finish this book and find a meaning to your life instead of a player who begs for love, you have to find it not in anyone but." "My son, My child you Bruce" I take my hands off and walk to him. I hold his hands in mine and look into his eyes "the only way you can truly love another is if you can love yourself. I get up and turn away and hold my hands around my back. "That's it, you can leave" I say as i try to hold my tears. Bruce comes at me and hugs me tightly. I let it out all of the pain of losing a lover, a friend, and a husband.