Thereuss clan : William Cadden

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I could spent the time at home today. I had finished my job at the university and everything I needed to submit for the lectures next semester.

I prepared a comfortable situation in my room. Started with my attire. I put on a pair of sweatpants and loose t-shirts. I let my hair messy and damp from the shower. For casual moment like this, I would prefer to let my hair free from chemical product such as hair gel or cream.

I also put a bottle of wine and a glass on the coffee table, books to read and a plate of cookies that still hot from Henry. He liked to feed the clan.

I managed everything in neat situation near the fireplace. I could see the painting I got a few centuries back. It was the painting of myself, made by my friend back then when I was in Italy. He was an apprentice in an artist workshop. He now was known as a big artist with his most famous painting, Mona Lisa.

He had wonderful creations, despite him being a worker in another artist’s workshop. He could make beautiful sculptures, paintings, and drawings. It’s a pity that there’s not many of his works could be saw in public now.

I knew him after I came to his work place once, a studio owned by a famous artist in that time, Verrocchio. I saw a beautiful painting and wanted to buy it. From the worker I knew that the painting was made by Verrocchio and his garzone, a man named Leonardo.

He was so good, his master almost gave up painting because of his works were not as good as his.

I met Leonardo that day. He was just in his early twenties, but his works were magnificent. I asked him to make a painting of Alex as a birthday gift for him, and he happily accepted.

We spent more time together to finish the painting. We became friend since he was very good not only in art but also in other departments. We could talked about chemistry, or architecture or metallurgy, or anything. It’s like I’d met a person who equivalents to me.

He was also fascinated by the world of the eternal. When he knew I am a vampire, he almost lost his consciousness. He never thought there’s another creature beside human in the world.

We still became friend even he had finished his painting. And to honor our friendship, he made a painting for me, as a retribution for me being his muse.

The painting was magnificent. He paid attention so much in details. If this was sold, I believed it would cost so much money. But this painting couldn’t be bought by anything because I’d got it by a friendship. I hang it near the fireplace so I could see it since I sat near the fireplace for so many times a day.

After everything was in place, I sat on the sofa. I looked at the books I had. I had many kinds of books from fiction to scientific encyclopedias. I hope my future soulmate would love to read books with me. I would even read for her to sleep, like a bedtime story. It would be an intimate time for me to share with her.

I decided to take a book and read it. I read several pages before feeling something was not in place. I tried to ignored it and continued reading. But after a few while, the feeling still came again and again.

I put aside my book on the table and rubbed my face. I already felt this feeling several times.
I’d knew it. It’s the feeling of lonely and empty. The feeling of yearning for my soulmate. Like an owl who waited for the moon, or the sunflower yearning for the sun. Like a dry land need for the rain, or the glacier that awaited for melted.

I still remembered the vision I got. It was flashes of events. Every vision I’d got always jumped like photos in an album. But the vision I’d got for her was more like a trailer of a movie.

One of the moments was like I was standing with my clan in some kind of beach. I could see someone, a girl, with slender hips and petite curvy body. Her blonde hair was thick and wavy. It was blown by the wind while she was running. Her short dress bounced with every movement she took. She turned her head towards us but I couldn’t see her because the sunlight covered my vision. But I still could see her beautiful smile, very care free and genuine toward us.

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