Louise A Vampire's Story (Completed/Editing)

Chapter Fifteen (Re-Edited)

This was one of the last things I expected to deal with. My eyes locked on the two men who had quickly entered my office. One with copper red hair that contrasted his pale skin, which fell slightly in waves to his shoulders stood with a strong stature. As his eyes, like that of liquid silver, which crinkled around the edges from, his rather apparent, smug smile. Dressed like so many others in a proper suite and tie, with his top hat in hand and coat draped over his arm.

While the other who was much taller, with a thinner build, like that of a ballet dancer. He had such effeminate features it made me almost second guess his gender. Even though it was clearly obvious that he was male. He seemed almost far paler then that of the man he accompanied, but not to an unhealthy sort of degree. His hair that looked clearly white was done in a braid which rested over his shoulder. And much like me, his eyelashes and brows matched his hair with just how fair he seemed as those lashes framed deep green eyes. Like rich green grass after heavy spring rain. But there was something about how when his eyes locked with mine, he instantly glanced away. This man seemed to be the complete opposite of the other. Yet one thought remained in my mind as I looked at them both.

Why were they here?

As if sensing my thoughts, the man with the copper red hair bowed his head to me. "Forgive the intrusion Mademoiselle," he said, his accent thick with Russian as he spoke. "We did not wish to rush, but we also hoped to get the chance to meet you at some point. Now seemed far better then the first time."

The first time.

When I was with Edmond attending my mother's funeral. Surrounded with humans who would most definitely question the lividity of who these unknown men were that now stood before me. Something which would have caused rumors to surface damaging whatever character I held. Though it was only an assumption on my part, with what I had to deal with in school made me believe that it was something that would happen.

"Mademoiselle..." the woman spoke, drawing my attention away from the man. I could not ask questions with her around. Seeing her silent worried concern, I knew that it was for my personal safety.

I offered her a kind smile. "Apologies, these two had requested a last-minute appointment with me. I am sorry I did not warn any of you in advance. Please forgive my novice mistake. I am still learning, but I promise to do better next time."

"O-oh, I see. Forgive me if I acted too rashly. I will leave you three in peace."

When I heard her close the door and waited for her footsteps to vanish, I eyed the silver eyed man. "So, who are you?" I asked. "You can at least give me your name since you wished to speak with me."

"Ah yes, such a formality. But I do owe it to you I suppose." He took a step forward standing in front of my desk and bowed his head once more to me. "My name is Budurov, and this is my companion Ivan Voronkov," he said indicating to that man that was with him, who then offered his own bow in silence.

Upon hearing his name, it made me realise that he was the Sebastian which Edmond had referred too when he whisked me out of his home and into the arms of Abigale and Mercédès. As for the pronunciation, I knew it was probably my error in hearing it incorrectly.

My eyes then glanced to the man who stood behind Sevastyan.

Who once again instantly averted his gaze to something else in the room to avoid mine. As though he was nervous or afraid about something unspoken.