Vampiric Interdiction

[7] How Does It Feel?

Author's Notes: This chapter is dedicated to the amazing BrittanyLeigh8 - Thanks so much for reading and supporting me and my story. :D *hugz*

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Rimmed with a thick painting of silver liner, Karolinna’s eyes were swimming with wonder and excitement. This wasn’t the first time she’d asked her friend about the moon, but it was indeed the first time she phrased it so bluntly. She knew how much Villahr despised the topic, and usually tried to avoid bringing it up in conversation, but there were times her curiosity got the better of her. Sometimes her words simply went too fast for her brain to follow. They spilled from her lips like an excitable pup out the doggy-door, bounding up and down the steps awaiting his owner to appear close in the rear, keys and leash jangling in his hand, in confirmation of an impending walk.

“Kar. Don’t.” Villahr spoke sternly, shaking his head. He brought his hand up to where Karolinna’s held tight to the curtain and carefully pried the fabric from her perfectly manicured fingers. Her hand remained suspended in mid-air, digits reverting back to the shape they had made around the dingy, black material, making it look as thought she were holding something that was invisible.

Karolinna shot Villahr a look like she hadn’t a clue why he was rejecting her interest. When they were children, all she ever had to do was snap her pudgy little fingers and Villahr would come running, ready to follow her with no questions asked to whatever mischievous event she’d pencilled in for the day. 

Compared to the human children, their brains had surpassed the mortal whelps development in the area of intellect by a stupendous margin, but they were still only children. They may very well have been able to build their own laser beam at four years old, if they set their minds to it, but why waste time with that when you could play with worms and dirt? As a young boy, had Karolinna pitched the idea to play out in the moonlight, he would have agreed in a heartbeat. As a matter of fact, he did on several occasions, a fact which Karolinna had obviously forgotten.

“What’s the matter?” ask the pale faelna, turning her focus back to the tarp-like material that kept them in the dark.

“Were you not lecturing me just a couple hours ago about how stupid I have been for forgetting to bleed? Now your asking me about the moon?” 

Villahr shoved Karolinna from the window with a little more force than he’d intended and instinctively reached out to grab her arm as she stumbled back a few steps. Stepping in front of her so she couldn’t regain her space on the floor, he crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at her crossly. In the moment this put Karolinna back in the past a couple decades and brought up the image of her two angered parents standing over her as a little girl. The only thing different about this mental picture was the absence of a little, white-haired boy, staring down at the floor next to her. Back in reality, that boy had shot up a number of feet, and instead of her parents being there to scold him, Villahr took their place.

“We’re not children anymore, Kar. Well, at least I’m not,” he stared her down with icy eyes so intently that she thought it might almost be possible for her skin to turn black and frost-bitten.

“All I did was ask a question. About what it would be like. I never  said I was going to go out there,” 

Villahr scowled, his delicate features turned hard edged and irate.

“So you mean to tell me there’s no way this conversation was ever going to lead to that?” he snapped. Karolinna went silent. That’s exactly what she had wished might happen. Truthfully she remembered completely what it was like out there at night. She remembered it like it were yesterday. But she was hoping Villahr didn’t. How idiotic.