"What are you?" He asks me, breaking the silence. I am quite shocked by this question. Mostly because I don't even know how to answer it.
"Werewolf. I think... And you are a vampire," I state. He nods.
"You don't smell like a werewolf." He lifts his...
A most delicious smell hits my nostrils, and I feel my stomach start to rumble again with renewed fervour. I start to venture towards the kitchen, sincerely wishing that the food is for me. As I look into the kitchen, I spot a servant, probably a cook, pulling a dish out of the oven and placing it on the table. As they pull off the lid and the steam evaporates, I spot a creamy and reddish sauce bubbling around a huge chunk of meat in the centre, along with what looks to be carrots and onions.
My mouth instantly waters, and I look expectantly over at Isobel, who sits on the other side of the kitchen island along with Farlan, drinking a glass of red wine. Or maybe it's blood since it at a second glance looks too thick to be wine.
"I asked the cook to whip up something nice for you," she says with a warm smile, gesturing to the dish on the table.
"Only for me? I can't eat all that," I answer feeling a bit peevish. I feel like she has been too nice to me already, what with giving me all those dresses and now such a big meal? Farlan laughs in response, however.
"Don't worry, the servants will eat whatever you don't finish, so no need to feel bad," he says, and even though it sounds a bit condescending, I can see in his face, that it wasn't meant that way. I smile and nod to him.
"Well, thank you," I answer and let the cook lead me over to a table. He hands me a large plateful of mashed potatoes and the stew poured on top. Then he pours me a real glass of wine, and I smile and nod to him as well. He gives me a restrained smile in return, before telling me to enjoy.
I'm way too hungry to mind my manners, so I dig in quickly and cut a huge bite of the meat before shovelling a healthy amount of mashed potatoes on the fork as well and shoving it into my mouth. I bite twice before almost melting at the delicious taste. I've never had such a delicious stew ever in my life.
"Wow, this is amazing!" I blurt out, after managing to swallow the bite. I then look over at Isobel and Farlan.
"Are you sure you aren't going to try some?" I ask, not understanding how they could restrain themselves from the smell of this meal. I would have wanted a taste of this even if I had been filled to the brim.
"Food just isn't the same for us anymore," Dom then answers from the doorway. I hadn't even noticed him following me in here. I look at him surprised, and then back to Isobel and Farlan. Isobel gives me a mix of a sympathetic and sad smile and then shakes her head.
"It's true, which is kind of sad. A warm stew has always been my comfort food even since I was a little girl. But it just doesn't taste the same, ever since I turned. Now I'm actually kind of grossed out by it," she tells me, and I give her a small sad frown in response. That sounds horrible. I couldn't imagine not eating normal food ever again. And then I remember, that I have seen Dom eat normal food.
"But you ate back on the plane?" I ask him, and he shakes his head with a small smile.
"I was starving to the point where I could barely control myself, so I had to. But it wasn't enjoyable. Not even the slightest," he answers with a disgusted nose wrinkle. Well, he did seem like he was about to puke after just a single bite of his steak. I can't lie, that thought deters me a bit from wanting to turn into a vampire. I just love food too much.
Isobel, Farlan and Dom leave me, as I finish the rest of my plate, and then eat another one, even though I'm already full. I didn't lie before - I would eat this, even if I had no room left. I would just have to find the room then.
"Thank you for the food, it was delicious," I say to the cook while wiping my mouth with a napkin. He seems to almost blush and adverts his gaze from mine. Do they really never show any appreciation to any of their servants? I think to myself. Surely they wouldn't act so flustered if they were used to hearing a 'thank you' every now and then. Well, one thing is sure, even if I were a God, I would still show appreciation to those below me. Unless of course, they crossed me or tried to hurt me - then I would give them a slow and painful death.
I rise from my chair and smile as I envision myself ripping Kai, Timothy, that stupid old vampire Plantagenet, and maybe also my dad into pieces with ease. I look outside to see the sun starting to set behind the trees, making them look completely black, silhouetted against the pink sky. I stand for a moment and appreciate life, which takes me a bit by surprise.
It's weird to feel content and even happy when I had been so seeped through with rage and a lust for revenge just days ago. Oh, believe me, I still yearn after crushing skulls with my bare hands and ripping open jugulars with my teeth, but now the thought of doing that doesn't make me as furious. Instead, I feel happy. No, that's the wrong word. I feel certain that I will achieve it before long, now that Alasdair, Farlan and Isobel have joined us. So where those thoughts made me furious and frustrated before because I couldn't see how it could happen, now I know it will come, so I instead feel expectant and excited about it.
A hand on my waist pull me out of my thoughts, as I look from the window and into Dom's eyes beside me. I flash him a smile as well, grateful for his help, and grateful that he allows me to take such a lead in my own life, instead of trying to control it for me.
"Join us?" he asks, and I nod as he leads me back into the drawing room.
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