Millennium-Betrayal

Chapter 6

It has been weeks after celebrating Emily's birthday, she is now in her office with stacks of paperwork to chopped and approved. Her digital pad suddenly light up with a smooth piano sound. The name [Miranda] showed up on the sceen. The digital pad was given by Avondale himself, it was for her work purpose so people can contact her easily. It was kinda like a cellphone and a laptop being fused together as one.

The rouring sound begin, it was filling up her mind with this sadistic music of screams and machine clunking. It has been going on like this for quite some time now. She chose to ignored it but the more she ignored the louder it gets.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

She took out an orange botol from her drawer and popped a tablet in her mouth and threw back the total into her drawer again.

"PTSD. Post- traumatic stress disorder." Avondale said handling a booklet about it to Emily. "It seems you have ze symptoms to it. It's far more similar zhan depression, Fraülein. But it seems, depression ist vhat you have right now.Depression ist far more deep und ze period of time last longer. Trouble falling asleep, a great amount of weight lost , not to mention... your sudden cutting habits." He said eyeing the few fresh cuts that was visible on her wrist.

Emily gulped unable to look at Avondale in the eye. "Don't tell Major."

"Nein, it ist not mein business to be intruding your relationship vith herr Major. But-" Avondale took a step closer to the girl, lifting her chin up so their eyes can finally meet. "It ist mein business if you mingle vith your very own life, girl."

Ugh... Disgusting.

The taste of bitter medicine slowly melting in her mouth, she quickly grabbed the half drink cup of cold coffee and wash the bitterness down her throat.

That damn professor.

With that, the noises are all clear up and she is finally left alone greeted with silence once more. Her digital pad light up again, the name [Schrödinger] popped up.

>>Come Quick to the throne room<<

Emily huffed and place back the digital pad down to the table, putting on her coat to see what's was Millennium's mascot up to.

The throne room, more like the planning room. It was located down stairs. Filled with hundreds of screens around the room, each and every single light beam on the map of Germany. The biggest room in the manor.

"Guten Tag, Rose." Schrödinger greeted, sitting on the Major's special seat or as they like to call it his throne. "Come, sit. You look extremely tired."

Emily sighed, she was allowed to be seated anywhere she likes including 'the throne' . "Alright."

The throne was big enough for the two thin figures. Schrödinger had his head  closed to her neck, he licked his dry lips and sniffed. O positive blood, the rarest most expensive blood of all. And the little human contains such blood. Most vampires would kill for the blood.

"Huh, it seems, you're not a virgin anymore so your blood smelled different zhan ze lazt time." Schrödinger said having his head pulled back way from the neckline.

That night. All because of that dang horrifying night.

"You flattered me, dear." Emily deadpanned.

Schrödinger widened his violet eyes upon seeing Emily's emotionless face. Not a hint of smile to be seen across that human's face. "... Look, if you are still trying to hide everyzhing avay from Major. Be mein guest. But so you know, I don't vant you, a human, to end up on ze medical table juzt so ze dok can perform weird surgery on you. Truzt me, it's horrifying to be forced to vatch." He was referring to the time where everyone was forced to watch when Rip was turned that faithful day. Emily wasn't there to witness, but she heard stories told by the other vampire soldiers. Screams of pure agony roaring over the entire manor, through the pipes, no one could have a decent rest that day.

"I don't hide things." That's what she said, every single time. "I just go along with it. It is a life lesson for me."

"Even if it got nozhing to do vith Sir Miranda?"

That name. That fucking (pretty) name.

Emily sent a death glare to the cat. "Don't you dare say that name ever again. I fucking hate it. I fucking hate her."

It angered her very painfully.

"What's your problem with me...?" A figure came out off the shadows, it was Miranda.

Uh-oh. Schrödinger knew he can't be in between two ladies' argument, so he vanished like a coward.

Emily jumped down from the throne. "You whole entire existence is the problem!" Taking a few steps forward closer to the Commander

"My whole problem? What are you, 5? You still act like child! Why can't you forget whatever happened and move on!" Miranda raised her voice a little.

She is dressed in the uniform that she designed. It is mocking Emily badly. All the medals were not to be seen as well, wow, Miranda did went all out for her so they could be friends again.

"...I can't. That is the problem."