The Magnificent Mÿlanian Silver Bird Al'Frjdian

The Magnificent Mÿlanian Silver Bird Frjdian

When Mason opened his eyes, he laid on the bed under the covers and looked straight into the blonde's content sleeping face. His hair was tousled and there was still a red hue on his cheeks. Mason smiled and couldn't help but stretch out his hand to stroke the soft hair lovingly. Lord Chastain slept deeply like a cat. Mason watched him for a while and gave him a kiss on the forehead, before he stood up and stretched his body. He went to the bathroom and once he had finished washing, he came back and fumbled for his pocket watch in the pile of clothes in the floor. He snickered inwardly, never had he ever carelessly thrown away his precious clothes like that. Once he found his watch, he gazed at it in shock to find out it was five in the afternoon already. However, he felt as though he had only dozed off for a moment, before had had to stand up and use the bathroom. He had not calmed down completely yet, his heart was still racing, but he felt utterly satisfied.
He picked up his white shirt and started to dress himself. He would have loved to crawl back into bed with Lord Chastain, but he had to prepare dinner. He had just put on his slacks when he heard a quiet knock on the door. Without him saying anything, the door opened and he saw Liz peeking inside. The two made eye contact and Mason grew utterly confused when he saw her entering with a rope in her hand. Right after her followed Julie, the cook and more servants. When she spotted Lord Chastain sleeping in bed, her eyes lit up and she ushered them all in. Mason looked at them with a frown.
"What are you doing? Phil, why are you carrying a knife? A sword as well?!" The butler asked in shock.
"This is our chance! We need to act as long as he's asleep," Liz whispered. Without Mason being able to say anything, she approached the bed and pulled away the sheets. Very carefully, she grabbed the wrists, brought them behind his back and tied them together. Phil, the cook helped her making it as tight as he could and then they did the same with the legs.
"What chance?! Leave him alone..." Mason tried to help Lord Chastain, but Phil stopped him. He looked at him with a frown on his forehead.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked.
"With me? What's wrong with you?!" Mason returned and started to become really angry. Liz approached him with a smile.
"Mason, you did really well, even if we have been waiting for hours. I don't believe he actually fell asleep..."
"Let's not waste any more time. We should kill him right here, but not on the bed," Phil said. He put a blanket around Lord Chastain and heaved him up over his shoulder.
"Kill him?!" Mason jumped over to Phil and tried to get the blonde, but he was stopped by the other servants, who grabbed him by the arms.
"Quick! He must not wake up. Mason must have been manipulated," Phil said, as he walked to the middle of the room and laid the unmoving body down. As he laid him on the hard floor, Lord Chastain stirred.
"What's this noise...Why am I bound!?" He asked and started to wiggle within the sheets. "Did you do this Mason? I think we played enough...my whole body hurts..."
Mason struggled against the restraints but couldn't break free. He watched with terrified eyes as Phil pulled away the blankets far enough so he could reveal the head and neck.
"Hey! What do you intend to do with this knife?!"
"Lord Chastain!" Mason screamed. With one forceful jolt, he ripped free and charged towards Phil. The other servants quickly caught up though and tackled him to the floor with four people. He fell with a gasp and panicked.
"Ahh! My neck, it hurts!" The blonde struggled as the blood rushed out of his neck and pooled under his head, soaking his beautiful blonde locks.
"It's not enough, the sword!" Phil called. He had sat down on the blonde, who laid beneath him face down, struggling, but without a chance. He screamed and cried and Mason did just the same. Mason was subdued in a similar way so he couldn't intervene and Liz made sure he couldn't see what was happening.
"Yes! Right here," Julie said. Lord Chastain quickly became weaker to the point where his struggles were futile attempts. Phil stood up, grabbed a handful of the blonde's hair right at the skull to lift him up from the floor. With his chest exposed, Julie charged forward and thrust the sword right into his heart until it emerged from the other side between the shoulder blades. The blonde cried out one last time and then you could only hear him fall down with a wet smack in his own pool of blood accompanied by a quiet clinking of the metal. The only thing that could be heard then was Mason's miserable howling and whimpering. Liz tried her best to shake him and bring back his sense.
"Mason! Please, wake up! This was not Lord Chastain! He was a monster, he killed the master's family!" she repeated over and over again in the hopes to get through to Mason. Eventually, he faltered, stopped his crying and searched in his memory. He could hear faint screams, feel the pain when he had fallen into the door, but everything was muffled heavily by Lord Chastain's sweet songs of pleasure, still engraved in his clouded mind.
"We need to burn him. Let's bring him outside, his magic should be weakened enough now," Julie said. She looked over to Mason who was quiet and tried desperately to sort his messed up memories. Liz stayed at his side and helped him stand up. Phil and Julie had picked up the lifeless body wrapped up in the sheets and had gone ahead, so all Mason could see was the huge pool of dark red blood. He even smelled it and a cold shiver ran down his spine. Liz ushered him on an rubbed his back on the way.
"It's alright. He manipulated you. Maybe he even erased your memories."
"He didn't. He didn't do anything, it was all myself. I wanted him to be Lord Chastain, so much so that I believed it at some point. And he of course played along perfectly. I can't believe it..." Liz gave him a friendly smile.
"It's good to have you back, Mason."
For the rest of the way until the main hall, Mason was still lost in thought, but the longer he thought, the more he remembered.
They soon arrived in the main hall and Liz went to open the door, but it was still closed. She tried using the key, but it didn't help either.
"Let's lay him on the stone floor in the middle, his magic is still too strong. We need to burn him here," Phil said in a calm manner. They went to the centre of the main hall and let the body fall on the floor. They were all looking to the pile of sheets and it was really quiet for a moment until the pile stirred and even groaned.
"Okay. Is the show over now? Are you all well entertained? It actually hurts to lay on this hard and cold stone floor..." The blonde struggled and managed to sit up. Everyone watched in terror, as he pulled away the sheets and tore the ropes apart as if they were mere threads. However, there were deep red marks on his wrists and ankles that showed just how tight they had bound him.   
"Quick! We need to seize him again!" Phil said and charged forward, but once he got closer, he was kicked away and send flying to land a few meters away with a gasp. Nobody dared to approach him after that and everyone just backed up slowly and stared in terror. Al'Frjdian stood up and looked down on himself, where the hilt of the sword still protruded from his chest.
"Couldn't you have gone a bit easier on me...? My poor body..." He grabbed the hilt and pulled the sword out with one movement. More blood gushed out and ran down over the blonde's bare stomach and crotch until it dripped onto the floor. He kept the sword in his right hand and then turned to Mason.
"So, what do you say? Was I too dramatic? Were my cries too exaggerated?" Mason said nothing and just backed away like the others. The blonde though approached him with a smug smile as if he wanted to attack, but then he turned around and went straight for Phil, who had still laid on the floor. It was so unexpected and fast that the cook had no chance to struggle before he was bitten in the neck. He screamed, but it soon died down as his blood was drained and devoured by the blonde. The people in the main hall scattered and tried to open the doors, but they were all shut tight, there was no chance of escape. Mason and Liz held on to their hands and trembled in fear as they tried to hide in a dark corner. After drinking for a while, the blonde got up and charged for his new victim, another servant. One by one he attacked them and devoured their blood.
"Liz. I need to tackle him and get the sword and when I stabbed him you need to set him on fire immediately," Mason said in between his sobs. The maid nodded and Mason watched intently who would be the next target. He moved closer to the centre, and once he saw that the blonde's look fell on Julie, he ran as fast as he could with Liz following him. The moment he went for the prey was just the right moment and so Mason really did tackle the blonde so he fell on the floor and let go of the sword. The butler grabbed it and thrust it into the blonde's stomach the moment he had sat up.
"Ugh! So brutal..." he huffed and looked straight into Mason's eyes. The butler though knew exactly where he was and that this was not Lord Chastain but an evil monster.
"Where's the oil?" he called out and then Liz came rushing towards him. While he waited, he twisted the sword within the other's body, who cried out loud. Liz reached them and doused the blonde with oil. They used the same oil as the one for the oil lamps so a strong smell spread quickly and entered their noses. Another servant had brought a lit candle, but as soon as the blonde saw the lit candle approaching him, he thrashed out, kicking Mason away who had still gripped the sword. The sword left his body and he jumped away. Now that he had escaped from the grip, the others had no chance to catch up on him again. In an instant he ran over to the furthest servant and attacked. Despite their hardest efforts to catch him again, Liz and Mason had no choice but to watch the other servants being attacked and devoured. They cried in terror when even the fearless Julie had no chance anymore. She struggled and screamed but soon her cries died down and she slumped in the blonde's arms and was drunk on. Liz and Mason were so shocked in their terror, they couldn't move at all. They were the only ones left, the blonde would come for them next. Mason tried to take a deep breath and braced himself for the moment Al'Frjdian would charge over. When he did so after a few minutes, Mason threw himself in front of Liz just in the right moment. He felt the sharp claws dig into his shirt and right through the skin on his shoulders. The blonde's sharp fangs stopped one inch short of digging into the vein on his neck. Fresh blood dripped down from his mouth and rolled down Mason's neck to his collarbones. The blonde inhaled the sweet scent of Mason's blood and groaned in a deep voice.
"My sweet tease...How many times did you throw away your life by now? Don't you see it's useless? You have to be a little more patient, it is almost your turn..." With that he grabbed Mason's shoulders tighter and hurled him to the side, so he landed a few meters away.
"No...No!"
"Mason! No, ahh!" Mason saw Liz face contort in pain and growing pale. Whatever Mason would have tried, he had no chance to stop the blonde who sucked and gulped down the blood eagerly. In his still naked and wounded human body, he was hunched over her and gripped her tightly.
Now the only thing Mason could do was try and escape by all means. He ran for the closest door and to his surprise it was open. He entered the hallway and followed it to the end. He went all the way back to the secret room in the hopes to be safe there for a while. Mason didn't know how much time passed while he just sat there on his stool and wailed miserably. After a while he was so exhausted from crying that he couldn't cry anymore. His throat was sore and his eyes were red and hurt.
My dear...you can't stay there and hide all the time. Sooner or later you have to come out. I'm not gonna hunt you just now, don't worry.
Mason shivered when he felt the voice again. But Al'Frjdian was right. Mason waited for what felt like an eternity, but nothing happened. He had only heard a muffled sound of steps from above after hearing that voice, which showed him that Al'Frjdian had walked back to the master's bedchamber. Ever since then he had not heard a single thing. On the one hand it helped him to calm down, but on the other hand it also strenghened his anticipation and his tension, since he didn't know when he would wake up.