Harrington's Journal

Chapter 11: February 3rd - Moonlight and Seduction

February 3rd

It is about time I should talk about how I knew the exact dates when I write a new entry in my journal. Ever since I had walked through the forest, I instantly noticed that it remained in the time of night. The moon rises from the west and sets in the east, signalling the end of the night. Next, the moon rises from the east and sets in the west, meaning that day had ended. Therefore, each day is replaced with nights. There is no sun but the moon. That is how I knew about the date, as well as Roseangela updating me on it too.

I now have a freshly new attire that was a black buttoned-up jacket with a high collar and silver outlines. Fastened around my neck was a bow-tie. I was glad to get out of my old and tarnished clothing. And it felt very odd to be wearing such formal wear. Nevertheless, I liked it.

During my stay in Roseangela's now larger home compared to the manor, I have met one of Dravis's relatives. His young brother, Dovian.

He was a composed and yet man when I first met him. His posture remained straight and stiff, with one arm in front and the other behind. Unlike his older brother, Dovian's ebony hair was long and was tied back into a pony tail. He did not eye me as if I were food, but instead ignored me. To define Dovian, he was just a butler for Roseangela. Since he is Dravis's younger brother, I do not know the reason why Dovian is entitled to a low position. He too is a vampire, and even if he is a quiet man, I better be careful around him.

Since I have succumbed to living here, I've found a few house maids. They had pale grey skin, white hair, and green eyes. Their attire is simply a black dress with laces and Dravis tends to feast on these maids for the time being. I think that he getting a little bit impatient, especially when I sat with the family for dinner. I sat next to Roseangela, then there was Dovian and Dravis who were sitting on the opposite end. It was just the three of them surprisingly; I thought that there would be more relatives in this household.

Dravis hasn't taken his eyes off me ever since we sat down. To rid of the awkward silence, I questioned them of their bloodline.

"Our parents are living in a place far from here," said Dravis. "They gave us this castle so that our authority remains strong. Our predecessors reap off the lands so that we, as the fifth generation of pure-blooded vampires can continue their work. The elders simply died before we were born."

"May I ask of their death?" I asked.

"The sun," replied Dovian in a dull tone. "The sun was our greatest enemy."

"And your kind got rid of it?" I assumed.

"Exactly," said Dravis with a wide smile. "There is no sun here and now we have nothing to fear."

I looked at them in confusion. It's impossible to get rid of the sun. How they got rid of the sun got me even more curious. But Dravis stopped me from asking any further, and told me that I should finish my meal, which was red meat. A sickly feeling forged within my stomach.

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Afterwards, Roseangela came into my room in her black gown. She proposed that she should drink my blood so that Dravis would not come near me.

"Is it going to hurt?" I questioned. I placed a hand over my neck and cringed at the thought of it.

"No...well...yes," replied Roseangela honestly. She then pulled a small dagger out from her sleeve, its blade glinting in the candle light. I took a step back with both hands nervously raised in front of me.

"What are you going to do with that?"

"Cut you of course!" she yelled, becoming frustrated at my uncooperative manner. "If I bite you, then you are going to be stuck in bed for days. Now give me your arm."

I pulled my arms closer to my chest unwillingly. "Can't you just do this when I'm asleep?"

"You wouldn't be able to sleep if you knew that I will be coming. Arm. Now."

"I had enough pain for once," I mumbled, remembering back to the witch in the woods.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked and started unbuttoning my jacket.

"Yes I'm sure. Dravis will not know about it."

"No. I'm mean you."

Roseangela looked at me hesitantly before saying, "We shall see."

I stretched out my arm slowly. She tugged onto it and rolled my sleeve back. In one second she nicked my skin with the dagger and I winced at the pain. Blood poured out of the cut like syrup, and my arm was brought up to her rosy lips. Every movement of hers was slow and careful, as she was treating me as if I was fragile.

Her mouth opened slightly, with her fangs peeking under her lips. She then poked out her tongue and licked the blood clean off my arm. Roseangela brought her lips over the wound and began sucking, being careful to not graze her fangs on my skin.

After seconds that felt like minutes, I began to withdraw my arm back. However, I was unable to move it away from her mouth. I tugged harder but she continued to resist, her grip tightened. Her eyes opened and I saw a different look in them. They were so eager, so stirred with desire. She stepped forward, pushing me back until I fell onto the bed.

"Roseangela!" I called, but she didn't listen. It was as if every part of her beastly desires had taken over her body.

She stopped sucking onto the wound and she leaned upwards. Her hands moved around my chest; etching to feel the skin that was lying behind my shirt. Her tongue trailed up my neck, causing me to shudder. This time, she opened her mouth widely and her fangs can be seen completely.

"Stop! Stop it!" I yelled, and with all my might, I pushed her off.

She stumbled back, her eyelids blinked several times before regaining who she was. I stood up, breathing heavily and with sweat pouring down my forehead. Roseangela looked at me guiltily with my blood trailing from the edges of her mouth. "I'm sorry, Harrington."

There was no definite way I could respond to that. Should I simply accept her apology and pretend as if nothing had happened? Or should I be angry and tell her that she was a monster?

I said nothing.

"I couldn't help myself. It was so...tempting," she wasn't able to look at me anymore. "I shouldn't have. It was wrong of me to do such a thing. Now I've made you become fearful of me."

"Rose...I..." My stuttering words were interrupted by a chuckle. A chuckle from Roseangela. Her mouth curved into a wide smile.

"Fooled you," she giggled. "My, my, my dear Harrington. You should've seen your face."

I stood on the spot – dumbfounded.

"How could you?" I shouted. "That was unnecessary!"

"How could I?" She pouted her lips. "It was so adorable watching you squirm like that. I was planning on to see more but, to see how frightened you were was enough for me."

I had never expected for Roseangela to act like this. Even so, I was angry at her audacious behaviour.

"And to say it was unnecessary? I say it was necessary. I have smothered you with my scent. Now, Dravis will suspect nothing." She took out a bandage that sat in the bottom drawer of the desk and began unrolling it.

"Even so, you should've told me earlier," I grumbled, whilst she wrapped the bandage over the wound.

"If I told you, it wouldn't be fun."

"Still, I never expected this from you."

She tightened the bandage and when she was pleased, she torn it apart from the roll. "I've told you Harrington. I am not the same." The edges of her mouth relaxed into a warmth smile. "Now, get some rest," she said gently.

Before I had the chance to protest, she simply had vanished. I sighed, still unable to shake off the tingling sensation that spread throughout my body. My hand travelled over my neck, recalling the light touches of her soft lips on my skin. How was I meant to sleep after what she had done?

Harrington. H