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The Blonde Arrogant Vampire

Inside, everything was dark, and the silence remained, there was no cold and no heat, but a breath, a short breath was the only thing someone could hear, inside a box, a coffin, maybe a cage. A pretty cage with a black bird. A black bird trying to fly, be free, waiting to come out and see the sky, going back to her nest and feed her own family. Oh, what time is it? Tik tok. Time to forget the past, and in the past there was pain, anguish and no hope. Time to play hide and seek and watch the first one being beheaded by lies. TIK TOK!

But outside, the candles lightened the room, and the smell they emanated comforted him. The doors were open, always making the curtains dance to the sound he made, the song he played, not a piano, but a violin. And every night he played it, after waking up to see the moon rising and the starts shinning. People coming back to their home, their families and Harold passing by, greeting a "Good Evening" for those who he had the urge to kill.

The black bird, who didn't dare to be free and the violinist who just care about blood.

And now was the right time to Audrey gets up, listening to the beauty melody, she wondered if she was literally dead and went to Heaven, because she could swear, the song was making the soul she didn't have feel amazed. And her ears were begging to get closer while her eyes discernibly wishing that they could see. The joy and the happiness, to get it again and put in a box to never let it go. A song that could make her spine shivers, and when the sound finally stopped, she wished she could hear over and over again, until feel the pain, cry and then go back to sleep. But the song was sweet, sweet as a kiss and smooth as a pillow, but even if the sweetest song could hurt, a person could kill.

She could see through the dark, and she opened one door bit by bit and to her surprise, it was no longer locked. So slowly, every daintily movement so she could peek at him. The pale tall man, skinny, but beautiful, and the long blonde dry hair. She everytime had to observe it, but now his hair was loose, letting her see the curls.

She couldn't see, but he was smirking, knowing that something was behind him, gazing at his back. But it didn't bother him at all, so he turned around to stare at the woman.

"I see you donkey, why don't you come closer?" He lay the violin on a table.

Audrey tried to escape his vision by closing the door, and when she heard him chuckling, she decided to open it again, getting up and leaving her cage.

"I just wanted to complain that your song is making me lose my sleep, and I didn't like it." She sat on the chair, yawning as she rubbed her hands in her eyes.

And Harold seeing her, did the same movement sitting as he bite an apple.

"Complain? Hum. "He crooned. "When I read your mind, it told me other story... Heaven, right? Thank you and no, you're not dead, "He paused to look at her eyes."Yet."

"Can you read my thoughts?" Audrey frowned, and her mind started to think if e was reading her thoughts since he met her.

"Yes, I can... And sure I read all of them, since we met for the first time,"

"So you knew I would kill myself."

He straightened up in his chair, forcing his eyes to watch the candles and the way the wind blew it slowly.

"Yes, I knew, but I didn't do anything before because I wanted to see if you would give up, but no... I saw how much brave you were, but still fool enough to don't know that vampires can't kill themselves." He held the goblet, that Audrey assumed to be full of blood, and then drank it. "And sorry for being so aggressive, if I didn't push you against the wall, you would try again."