Peace was one thing. Oblivion is another thing. And in this world, there has never been peace. Humans have not just realized that, nor have the vampires. The humans may not be aware of their existence, but that's because they disguise themselves as...
~WHETHER IT WAS A CAR door, or a very string hangover, I'm not sure, but the headache I'm feeling right now makes me want to scream. In fact, I almost was going to believe it was a hangover until visions of last night came flooding through my head, forcing me to shoot up in a panic.
I let it happen again.
My hand travels up to my head to rub away my headache, using as much of my healing powers I am able to obtain, which is not much. I let a sigh pass my lips and search the room I'm in. I'm easily able to tell that it is one of our pair guest rooms, and I allow another sigh to pass my mouth, though this a sigh of relief. Although, I begin to wonder, where did the man go?
Carefully, my eyes skim around the room in hopes of finding a clue of the vampire from last night. There, neatly placed on my bedside table is a note. My body, even as painful as it is, reaches across the bed to grab the note. I read it aloud to myself:
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The thought of last night makes me shiver once again. Sleeping with random men, just for a bit of information.
Information.That's right!
Quickly, I jump out of bed, grab a robe out of one of the dresser drawers, and quickly make my way out of the room.
I have to tell mother, my mind rushes as I run through hall after hall. Finally, I think I did something right for once.
~"WHAT THE HELL COULD YOU want," my mother sits in front of me on a couch in our gathering room. She takes a sip of her coffee, but her glare does not leave me. "Did you just come in here to ruin my morning, or is there a purpose behind your unwanted presence?" Her glare sharpens as she refers to me as "unwanted", causing me to stiffen, but I start to speak.
"I thought I'd inform you about the information you wanted me to get off that man." As she was about to take a sip of her coffee, she stops. She stares me down completely before setting down her coffee, forgetting all about it, just as she does with me.
"You got the information," she questions out, her voice in an awed whisper. I nod my head in answer. Her glare is now a look of shock. "I... don't quite... understand."
"Well," I sit across from her. "Last night, when I left to go... take care of him, I got a taste of his blood. He didn't notice, I made sure of it, but it was not blood of an aristocrat, it was the blood of a human turned vampire, just as you predicted." My mother takes time to take in and register the information, but she still seems to be a tad bit confused.
"I just don't understand how he would have made it past our guards..."
"Maybe his master had brought him in?" The reason I give her seems to justify the situation for her, because she nods her head in response.
"Yeah," she says, seeming to come out of her moment of shock. "That is a reasonable explanation." I nod my head as well. She continues to speak.
"Last night at the ball, when I went out to welcome everyone, I spotted him almost right away. Immediately, I expected something, but I did not think I'd be right."
"You're normally always right mother," I stare into her eyes. For a moment, it is like she is staring at me like I actually matter to her, but that look is wiped away quickly. She looks away, out towards the window next to us, attempting her best to most likely block me out.
"Mother," I ask, gaining her attention. "If I may ask, why do you need to know all of this?" No answer is given for my question. All she does is pick up her coffee and take another sip. It's obvious she is not planning to give me an answer, so I change the subject, ready to leave.
"Is there anything else you need?"
"No," she speaks darkly, a glare back on her face. "Nothing from you other than to get out of my sight." Her cruel words do hit me hard, but I never show it to her, because I know that's what she wants. For me to break, fall in pieces right in front of her. But I'll never give her that satisfaction of crying in front of her, not even if the devil said he'll pardon me from Hell.
I turn on my heels and head out the door, leaving that cruel and torturous woman behind me.
