Scarlet Desires: Last High Blood

Ch.17: A Beginning

   Everything went by in a blur. I got fed up with myself and went to my room. Just as I expected, Desmond was sleeping like a baby and the constant sound of his snoring tempted me to slap him. But eventually, I calmed myself down and went into a deep, peaceful slumber.

   The smell of bacon and omelette stirred me from sleep. Unable to prevent a yawn from escaping my lips, I rubbed my eyes and looked around for the source of the smell. Desmond only wore a pair of muddy brown trousers, revealing his beautifully pale abs. A grin reached his chiselled face when he caught me moving towards his direction.

   "Food..." I rasped, sounding like a starving zombie.

   With a quick nod from him, he quickly took a tray of food from his back and handed it over. My hands itched to just shoving everything in my mouth there and then but I had to acknowledge Desmond's presence. Ordering my ravenous body to behave itself, I took the salver and headed towards the bed with rigid motions.

   I was about to take my first bite when Desmond stopped me. Annoyance swept across me. "What do you want?" I snapped, hunger overpowering my manners.

   After a brief moment of hesitation, his head shook and gestured me to continue. Jackass, I cursed in my mind as I started chewing. Instantly, the taste of rough, salty cardboard triggered my taste buds. I made horrible sounds of retching as my hand reached out for a glass of water. Unfortunately, there was no sight of water anywhere.

   Is this why he stopped me? I pondered, trying my best to wipe the taste off with my hands. He heaved a sigh at me. I had the right mind to spew a couple of insults but when he guide one of my sharp nails toward his hand, no words came out from my lips. With one elegant stroke, my nail gave his wrist a neat slash.

   During that time, my eyes remained glued to his; wondering what was about to happen. Eventually, the slash began to bleed and Desmond held his blood with a cupped palm. I didn't say anything when he splashed the crimson liquid on my breakfast. 

   "Go on, it's better now." he nudged me.

   Hesitant, I took the fork and stabbed a bacon before putting it in my mouth. The familiar taste of blood filled my mouth - it felt as if I'm soaring high in the skies with angels singing to me. A minute barely passed before the entire meal had been completely ravished by me. Desmond looked impressed with my eating skills.

   After shooing him out from the room, I went to the cupboard and grabbed another dress. This time , however, its purpose was geared towards comfort and flexibility. With that, I discarded the clingy red dress on the floor and slipped into the comfier clothes. The green fabric fell just above my knees, decorated with white, fluffy lace. I fastened a brown leather belt around my waist in case the size of the dress did not fit me.When I opened the door to call him in, the old satyr named Edgar stood beside him. 

    He looked like he was in a hurry as he gave a light pat on Desmond's back. I was about to ask him what he's doing here when he galloped away into other direction. My forehead creased at his somewhat annoying attitude.

   "What did he say?" I asked, opening the door wider for Desmond.

   "Told me to gather our friends to meet Cuchulainn. He's in the main building," he said, changing to another fresh pair of clothes while showing his back to me.

   I replied him with a grunt before heading towards the maids' room. The sound of weak groans emitting from their place caught my attention. Rapping on their wooden door, worry swept over me. What is happening in there? I wondered, getting impatient. Thankfully, soon the door opened and revealed a pale looking Gwendoline. She plastered a weak smile on her face as she smoothed down the wrinkles on her skirt.