Epiphany POV
Peanut butter, peanut butter, I thought, pulling my bed covers back. I opened my eyes to a dark room, not caring what time it was. I stabled my feet on the stone beneath them, my night vision kicking in instantly. I focused on the door of my bedroom, with clarity and quickness that not even the fastest camera could equal in the human world. I stepped barefooted across my unlit room into of the master halls; taken by surprise as how dark the day was getting through the high windows.
I reckoned it was late 5pm, which was pretty early for me seeing I got to sleep around 12am.
My phenomenal vision let me see everything outside with immense intensity, ever through the darkness and early dew. I could see leaves falling off the trees in the forest from miles beyond the window, and I could see the dust and dirt that's in the air blowing these leaves from their trees.
As I strode wordlessly, noting how quiet the master halls were. Levi was absent from his room, his bed still made. I refused my mind to think of where he slept last night. And I refused to think of why I didn't want to think of where he slept. I didn't care, I persuaded myself.
I kept moving further down the corridor and noticed all of the bedrooms were empty. The master halls felt eerie so abnormally silent. Though, I was thankful to see that the party last night hadn't entered here last night.
I whistled a tune that Governess had taught me as a child. It was a sweet, soft melody that forever made me grin like a little girl. And this time was no exception.
Our Governess full name was Count Jed Hetman Picador, but we all called him Gov. I took a left and went through another door, which exited to the entrance hall. I walked across the marble floor towards the stairs peeking around seeing the full extent of last night's gathering. The entrance hall was a very large room, decorated modernly with two large sets of contemporary glass stairs on either side of the hall leading to more rooms. Long singular box chandlers hung from the high ceiling, each candle on them already lit. I was highly surprised that the room wasn't anything like what I recoiled it had last night. I wondered if the boys helped the maids or did they have to do it all by themselves.
I entered another door revealing a channel of corridors; here I took a right and walked until I came to a long corridor. I knew every single door in this wonderful mansion; I also knew every room behind these doors and every corridor that led to them. It has been my home for all my life. I had been born a vampire from a human lady that died during giving birth to me. It was merely days later my Governess tracked me down; just a young baby I was snatched from human civilization to go live my destined immortal life as the Heir and second earliest of the supreme Asher VII Siblings.
Gov taught us everything we know, he taught me how to develop and control my powers, handle bloodlust as an infant, how to fight. He taught me of everything that's out there and at the same time he taught me how to crawl, walk and talk, right from wrong, love from lust. He taught me everything from experience and truth. He raised us as his own like he's done with so many Asher imperial siblings before us. He was the best of the best, and he was very much our father.
I reached a door at the end of the corridor that led to the kitchen, before opening it I knew who sat inside.
"Hey!" chirped a small voice coming from the counters. Kayaltora sat smiling perfectly up at me from her blood baggie and magazine.
"Evening Tora," I groaned back, moving around the kitchen so swiftly she jumped a little when she blinked and I was at her side eating peanut butter out of the tub. She looked at me to the peanut butter back to me and sighed.
"So what, I crave peanut butter! I'm not the one drinking the blood," I replied defensively knocking the glass jar of peanut butter towards the plastic sack of thick deep scarlet blood.
