A Bloody Rose

Chapter 06

It was morning again. Meaning that feeding time was over, until tonight that is. Everyone who was feeding the night before returned back to their 'homes.' Frederick, who was included in that group, was carrying a knocked out girl in his arms, carrying her back to the mansion.

Winry.

She woke up in her usual cell, or 'bedroom.' But she felt warm, surprisingly, since her bed was usually hard and cold.

She sat up on the bed and realized a soft blanket was laid upon her. Then she recalled last night's events. She touched her neck and a sting of pain shocked her, but she still felt two holes.

Bite marks.

She figured the previous bite marks from the dining room had faded away, somehow.

Then she remembered the vivid images; how he trapped her, how he saved her. She picked up the blanket. It had a familiar scent on it. "He…did this?" A small smile graced her rosy lips.

Frederick was on the phone with one of the vampires that works for the king.

"My sister?" His voice became louder. "What's she coming here for?"

He sneered after hearing the response on the other end. "With him? The kid who saved a human when he was younger?" He mused.

"This afternoon?" He repeated. "What a predicament."

A smirk fired up his lips as he cut the call.

Winry got off the bed and folded the blanket, putting it off to the side. She sighed as she went to go put her shoes and to get a jump start on her chores. All of them.

She grabbed a broom and headed downstairs. First, she started sweeping the halls. It was her morning "job," anyways. Just as she started to rearrange misplaced items, she saw Frederick come down the stairs.

"Oh, Prince Frederick!" She started, but he didn't give her attention but kept walking forward.

"T-Thank you."

He stopped.

"F-For saving me back there and the b-blanket," she stuttered. He turned around and walked up to her, smirking.

"It wasn't saving your life," he said. "It was for the sacrifice." He said these words even though he knew he was fooling himself. He could've easily gotten another sacrifice. He felt as if he owed it to her since she had taken the blame for him, even though he had already told her that. Surely enough, she had forgotten.

"Oh," She said, a bit disappointed, "still."

He looked closely at her. She didn't look the least bit scared, unlike last night. Instead, she looked rather thankful. He let out a small scoff and left the mansion.

"Oh, that reminds me to go buy some food for tonight…" Winry recollected. She slipped on a coat that was surprisingly laying on his bed, as if it was purposely placed for her, and headed for the door.

It wasn't cold outside, but it was chilly; the weather of November.

She looked around for some food courts until she spotted a young man with chestnut hair and emerald-like eyes. Her breath hitched, her feet pausing. "N-No way…"

Her pace quickened, as did her breathing. Her hands were clutched in fists and she bit her lip.

She finally stood in front of him and held her breath. "Luke…?" She said in a hushed voice. The man looked around and then down at the girl who had called his name. His eyes widened. "W-Woah…" he whispered. "W-Woah!" He repeated, closely looking at her. "Woah!" He exclaimed yet again. "Luke?!"