Scarlet Desires: Last High Blood

Ch.9: That One Dinner

 Dedication to DarkConscience because of her honest, detailed comments throughout the story c: Really, thanks a lot. And hope you read this chapter too! XD

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   "What do you mean by 'she didn't die'?" I asked, barely audible, not quite believing what I heard.

   "My daughter..." he trailed off, looking uncomfortable at the subject of our conversation. "Disappeared. She didn't die. At least, that's what I think."

  I took my time to digest his words. "You mean she ran away?"

   A curt nod was all I could get from him even when I literally begged him to tell me more about her. Something told me that the disappearance of Princess Elizabeth had something to do with me. I don't understand why this princess would have anything to do with me but it felt like a piece of my memories would return to me once I figured this out.

   At least that was what I thought.

   All too soon, Liliane and Lincoln arrived along with the maids. I sneaked a look at Lord Marcus before focusing on the infamous twins. A nearly silent sigh escaped from my grandfather's lips at the sight of Liliane and Lincoln. I am so eager to skip the topic, I grumbled inwardly. Pouting, my eyes did a quick scan on their outfits.

   As usual, they wore formal attires that looked suitable for attending funerals. Lincoln had a single white full bloomed rose on his black blazer while Liliane proudly placed several silver colored feathers on her hair. I hated to admit it but I thought the only person who could pull off such a Gothic dress was Liliane. She wore a corset, buttoned up by red skull-shaped buttons. The skirt flared out and finally ended with soft black frills.

    Jealousy rose within me. The only outfit I owned was plain white T - shirts that were obviously too big for my size and a couple of worn jeans. The sound of Liliane's high heels clicked on the marble floors soon became annoying to me. As if she's taking her own sweet time to get to the god damn chairs, I grumbled mentally.

  Once everyone was ready, the dinner officially began. There were so many dishes to start with. Buttered prawns with mint on top of them were expertly placed on top of the dish. And then there was Fontina which is an Italian cow's milk cheese stuffed bacon wrapped dates and so much more. So many different kinds of smells wafted through the air, making my mouth water with anticipation.

  Even though the appetizers sounded delicious and palatable, everything on the table had blood mixed in it so that the food wouldn't taste like cardboard paper. Or anything tasteless. Grabbing my fork and spoon, I quickly took a chicken drumstick and wolfed it down. The activities around me were on hold as they gave me shocked stares.

   "W-What?" I asked with a mouthful of semi-raw meat.

   I felt a kick under the table from my right side. I glanced up and saw Lord Marcus sending me daggers.

   Mind your manners, Artemis! He scolded inside my mind. Stop eating like a barbarian!     

   I'm just hungry, Jesus! I snapped back mentally. And I'm not a barbarian! 

   Someone in the hall cleared their throat uneasily. Furious, I turned my head around to see whoever that was. It just happened to be the Lincoln the Brat. I shot him a glare before scolding everyone.

   "Mind your own business!" My voice was heavily laced with anger and embarrassment.

   The maids quickly resumed to their tasks, fearing my wrath. However, the twins remained emotionless and stared at me with their crimson eyes. The gap between my eyebrows ceased at the sight of the snobbish kids. "Eat your own goddamn food." I warned them, pissed off with their attitudes; especially when they had this connection going on. Freaking incest!