THE AGE OF LOVE

CHAPTER 10

-Tudor Vladimir!!!!he said standing nonchalant in his sit ,between Matei Corvin and the sinister empty chair ,while throwing roughly but with a calculated movement his red rose on the table.
- I am one of the oldest vampire in the world ,at you're service ,beautiful Ana!!! He said in a grave voice with a slight courtesy of the head.
-My story ,begins many ,perhaps too many centuries ago on our sacred land.
I was just a simple orphan and an ignorant peasant whom, his only pleasure in life was to have a decent meal at the price of 3 coins.
I was found by a kind and wonderful woman Mother Christiana ,she was serving in a northern monastery as a nun when she took me under her protection wing and she raised me in a very modest way but with faith, plenty love and prayers .
I have not enough life in my immortality to thank her for what she did for me .
And after centuries of witnessing the world evolution and lived all kinds of feelings ,i can say that the day i lost her my soul was wriped from my chest.
It was the day i saw for the first time the face of death, and the pain she could inflicted inside of me.
That day i started to run away ,run as much as my feet can handle it.
I was 11 years old and my world was already at the end....he said with regret in his voice ,lowering his eyes until the point he could reach his own chest.
-In that desperation i stopped in front of a window house ,something was catching my eyes or perhaps my soul itself ,everything was so alluring.
The memory of that moment remained with me even today, how happy that family was ,the lady of the house she was arranging the table and her husband was kissing her worked hands from now and then while her children's were jumping in utter joy, playing and stealing from her food.
-At once from that sound of joy and laughter and purity a little girl with her beautiful locks ,blond hair and hazel green eyes saw me and came near the window and she started staring in the most loving way.
My hands were full of mud and my clothes were drench with filth and i wondered what she found so interesting to look at, then she came fast near me and opened the window and gave me a big loaf of cheese pie. Then it happened ,the most gentle gesture a human did for me ,she touched my cheek with her delicate small hands ,it was like a silk just landed on my skin it was almost magical ,etherical as if the world stopped to exist and we were the only humans left.
-But am i still a human thow????mister Vladimir said as if he was relieving that moment again.
-Brought back to reality by her father's eyes on us which were in pure terror ,he then grab his sword and grab her hand and with violent movements pushed her away from me.
I was about to run just as I turned ,but only to fall at the feet of an enigmatic man ,a boier by the clothes he was wearing .
He grab my hand ,helped me with the furious farmer man and we get lost into the mysterious night....Mister Tudor Vladimir said lost in his words.
-We were in his elegant carriage and i was wrapped in a clean blanket by an older man, it was his servant, he gave me food to eat and clean water to drink ,then he told me that he need it a young boy to take care of his horses and i was perfect for this job .
Having no other choice, I accepted instantly his offer, and now i had a decent meal and a place above my head ,but that time i didn't know what was hidden behind his generosity...he said in anger taking over in his eyes which started to change in to burgundy red color.
-Well ,time flies and I was growing, i was in the serving of horses and the peculiar master for 22 years now.
Life was beautiful at the castle between the horses and the master whom teaches me everything I know today ,art, music, poetry he was a walking monument of cultural heritage ,and slowly i become his only friend and companion .
In secret, i was meeting the little girl from the house ,we grew up together and quickly we feel in love so deeply i couldn't see my life without her.
But cruelty of life was to teach me different ,i found out why my master haven't aged a day, why he never eat with me or why he never walked on the daylight ,always hidden in his night with his red rose on hand....Mister Vladimir continued capturing us with his words.
-I decided to run from there ,leave all behind but he became so raged and furious that he did something i never thought is possible, he bite my neck. The most excruciating pain i have ever felt took over my senses ,to mock me and satisfied his pleasure, to feel how is to be like him he cut his wrist and the burgundy blood poured on my lips into my mouth swallowing it .
I was in agony, pain mixed with pleasure, the taste of his blood was an old wine and sweet cherries and was filling my mouth.
It was alluring to the point i can say i was in ecstasy ,i was enjoying it more then i admitted, then he returned to drink more from me and with that in that moment he invaded my hall mind ,my soul, my very blood cells ,he made me like him, he made hum i am today ,he engaged me with the darkness and blood, without even asking ,he made me like him ,a husband of the tenebrous, a Vampire.
He didn't know he can make me same as him ,he was created after a curse and his first instinct was to kill me but he couldn't.
His affection for me ,or perhaps his loneliness made him stop ,for the first time in his existence, he could control his hunger and with that a new generation of vampires was created.
He was ,Vlad Vladimir ,the original vampire the source of all blood eaters in the world and i was now his first creations.
The second creation was Bianca Lacraru the beautiful girl from the farmer house, my fiancé and love of my life.
He said with his face painted in purest pain.
-The symbol of Vladimir's is a ruby in a shape of a read tear ,encrusted in a ring which allow us to walk on the daylight.
Made from the tears of loved ones and the melted gold from Carpathian mountains, it holds his own story and power.
There are only 3 Vladimir rings ever made and is a hunt for connoisseurs for centuries but perhaps another time the world will know his story and what is behind it......he said while closing the gold box in front of us where one of the ring lays .
Then he placed the candle on the support near him dropping the crushed red rose from his hand only to meet the cold stone floor.
Everyone is solemn contemplating to each word M.Vladimir has told as if they lived and saw his story before or with their own eyes .
I can't stop noticing that i keep on loosing track of my thoughts and all this people arround me, with their stories is simply from another world,are they even people!?
Hell, I am attached with a ghost man ,puff nothing seems impossible now !!!!....me and my inner voices having a chat.
-Well ,well after so longggg , is my turn!!!Finally, i guess ! ... a grave voice sound in a creepy manner.
-Matei Corvin and i am a fantastic traveller!Oh,and a mystic raven to!..he said in his oun way.
-You might wander what is a mystic raven rather then a bird ,isn't it!?
But yet i am a man, i speak ,i move and i feel same as you all!
-We are,creatureas of the two realms ,the travellers of missing,simply formed by the grief,build right from the craved marked hearts and souls whom are carrying the purest pain.
-One day ,at the beginning of time , it was the creation , from a mother's heart ,she made us exist while mourning above her son grave !!!!!... he said in a solemn manner and suddenly all the room stood still at once.
-With her soul filed with pain and with  her hands clutched on the earth's grave , her heart stoped at the same time with her son.
-In her agony and mourning she started hurting herserf by pulling out with her nails the soft skin that covers her warm and kind heart.
In this agony , suddenly with every sound of her painful screams ,a dense black clouded smoke formed and it begins moving around her.
Rising into the atmosphere with the speed of light it started to disperse above only to take the form of a large black ravens at the end of it...Mister Matei said while his face get even more serious,but he carried on with his story.
-After a while she noticed that she was surrounded by them ,flying arround creating a protective cercal around,giving her the confort that she needs.
She maybe lost her son today but she gained many more other sons and daughters!Generations of them all !
-At once she collapsed, her cries stopped,her nails are drenches in mud and in her oun blood ,only her slow breath can be seen and heard now,she's exhausted ,she gave in her last pain as if it can reached to the lifeless heart of her son.
-She realized now, that she can't give him his life again nor bring him back ,her beloved son !
What if only she could send her words of love to him,what if something or some one ,can carry her love to the other realm ,that she will never abandon or leave him againe!?
-Just for her to say to him : ,,You're mother is with you always! I love you my son !Are they treat you well !?,,:
if only she could have a way ,the last form of a mother sacrifice,for her son .
-She started to have vivid images,flashes with her being happy and hold her son blond curly hair ,making his first bath ,see his first smile ,running on the hills filled with the warmth of sun but all fade it away at the raven song ,,cro,cro..,,she is back to her agony and to her son covered in the mudy blanket of the earth.
-The birds flying around her are starting to be more loudly ,agitated and with every sound they make,a drop of hope it comes to life insede of her.
-One by one sudenly they become humans ,beautiful mans and womans with white long silky hair and so beautiful with their ivory skins ,they start to move around her so gracious and soft yet so elegant.
They all gadhered in their ethereal movements around her , and start helping her to raise from the ground ,one of them she started cleaning the mud from her face revealing the most ageless beauty possessed.
Other mourner ,start to talk to her in total understanding, i guess we can say it spoken by their language of sorrow and pain and so they told that will help her carry the words to the other world and reaching for the soul of her beloved son.
-After long time of silence and grief the only five words she said was:,,I lost my beautiful boy."...while she was looking for comfort into the eyes of the formed beautiful mourners around her.
-They are the messengers ,the carriers of loved words,the travellers between the two realms ,Living and Death,Humans and Birds and everything in between they are ,,corbi,,....Mister Matei said with his head high and proud of him and his line of ancestors.
-She is the first one of them all ,the supreme symbol of help searched by every human in despair,the only creature after God in human power ,,the mother"!!
- She is ,Eve mother of Abel ! !!!!he stated in a regal voice.
-We are humans on you're world Ana and ,,corbi,, on the next, but even one of our feather is carrying more power then you can imagine.
-Whom posses one can trade it to weight their sins on judgement day,it is considered a passage to the heaven itself and it is given only for those whom made the supreme sacrifice.
-Some choose to use it for their oun benefits ,others to save their loved ones or to gain their immortality, after all is the absolute sacrificed gift...
-My heart knows very well the pain of lost ,despair and agony for centuries times as my beloved son was never to be found since he was little.
My beautiful and beloved Ilan !
Ilan Corvin !!!!
-Lost at the dawn, when the first dew sets on the moving grass and the forest starts to awaken ,the truth is that part of him belongs to the fairies and witches but the other part he is a royal corb by birth,he is my heir,my soul ,my everything....he stopped suddenly, with his eyes full of tears, he couldn't say any other word,he just paused.
- My life stopped when we lost him and since today we never give up on him,his mother is the past queen of witches and she made the ultimate sacrifice to never leave the other world, she is searching him there in hope she will not meet him that side.....with this word Mara she become tensed and her face becomes pale,but that didn't make Mister Matei to stop.
-As long as she will not find him there we have hopes he is still alive,and i will keep my search on you're world Ana...
-My boy is still out there waiting for me to find him ,and i will,even if it takes everything from me ,even to give all from my chest with my last breath......
-You didn't have to bring her name Matei,you didn't have to ,not in my presence....Mara said with her emarald eyes in tears.
-She is my tomorrow, today and forever,the mother of my child Mara , she is my perfect queen and the woman i loved for an eternity and beyond.
- Oh Mara we where just kids when we meet ,i loved you dearly,you're like my bigger sister,we grow up togheder but something changed deeper in my soul when i meet her ,my Ruxandra ,my queen...he said trambling only by speaking her name.
-Our symbol is the mighty black raven or ,,corb" carrying on a golden feather,as you might see i don't carry it on me and i pledge before God's to not wear any symbol of any kind ,unless I will find my son.....
I don't belong to anyone without my son .......then with the rapid movement he closed the golden box carrying the carved raven and placed the candle on the support near him and with that we all keep silent.
My eyes stopped on Mara ,she looks strange, lost in her oun mind and she realized how time passed over her and how much she lost waiting for this extraordinary man to see her as his .
It is extremely painful to her ,loving in shadows ,hiding her emotions ,a woman's body can endure all kinds of pains but her soft heart is more wonded,so fragile.
To love a man from far ,a man whom carry in his eyes the shadow of another woman!
-Ruxandra Padureanu, the witches empress!The true love of a black raven as Matei Corvin, mother of his son Ilan Corvin!
Then the silence was cut of and Mister Matei told in his self :
-Well my dear Ana, you're not expecting that much from an old crow like me, now,did you! ? he said with a smirk plastured on his face.
-At this point i do not know what to feel anymore ! I am overwhelmed with all this knowledge!?But i can see some things better now !i said with lower voice.
-Well ,well i bet you are not prepared to hear the silent one ,the dragon !he said in a teasing way and eyes daggerin Doc.Dragomir!
Then suddenly, all the room become more darker as if, for a moment their shadows become even bigger and some silent suffering was carried in to the cold atmosphere.
The smoke of sentence became denser filing our noses with the fragrance of an old oud tree ,the candles start to grow larger and from the corners of the marbel pillars of our chairs , covered with green moulds and ivy leaves started to rise toungs of fier that reached to the ceiling illuminating the full room.
By the fear that i felt ,i jumped from the chair at once direct under the table and took covered behing Monk. Stefan holly cloths that he was wearing as if he could have shield me from the rising flames with his divine powers.
They all were just sitting and not moving even an inch or show any grimaces on their faces, proving once more that they must have seen it before ,many times i guess.
Monk Stefan bent and reach near to my face under the tabe and whispered to my ear so soflty:
-Just slowly get up and sit onto you're chair ! Obey, our king is speaking!
And with that i slowly take my place back and just looked with greater admiration at Doc.Dragomir!
I just couldn't stoped noticing that all others took a change in their positions, they straightened their back and in this fiery light and the sentenced smoked ,the blue vails curtains moving etherical they all looked so noble and regal and indeed Doc.Dragimir was and is alluring regal.