Beast of the Night

Eldest Ambrogio - TWELVE

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The sturdy servant carrying Ennard saw the pale haired human standing slowly with effort; he waved his dumbfounded expression to the group of smaller, less muscular and more housekeeper-servants, giving them the signal to help the struggling boy. The group stood motionless till Sir Ennard growled once more in weak irritation, instantly turning back to the boy. Two slid their arms over the boys wounded back, taking Vee's unsteady arms, and wrapping it to their skinny necks, forcing each step towards the large gate with gentleness.

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Once the pureblood was escorted inside, Vee following closely, the servant brought the exhausted Ennard to his large matt. The room was only lit by the moonlight that was slowly falling back down to the horizon; the sheets were pure black, along with the drawn curtains that fluttered in the slight breeze from an open window. As Ennard Ambrogio was set carefully to his bed, which was a wide white matt, low to the ground but oddly comfortable. Stone walls surrounded them, a green moss growing from the corners as if this castle was many centuries old, and it was. Vee was placed at the bottom of the matt, close to the extremely pale, peaceful sleeping beauty. The lowly vampires who Vee absolutely despised, just for being who they were forced to be, frantically ran in and out of the room; they quickly brought in medicines and iodine supplies, placing them on a small wooden platter. One stayed behind, a domestic, who had not been seen outside and had just entered the room. 

"Lorelei?" Vee coughed out, recognizing the woman's beauty, and her calm proper posture. 

"You remembered my name," said she, smiling with her eyes, "but you must not say anything of our meeting to the lord. He may not be pleased to know I belong to the auction." 

Vee nodded and cocked his head to the lifeless male beside him. Lorelei Day swiftly walked to the back of the human, unbuttoning his shirt from behind and slipping it off with a bit of struggle. The shirt stuck to Vee's wound until Lorelei gave it a strict tug. It ripped off, Vee cringed in pain as the woman apologized quietly; she winced at the look of the hole, knowing it was from the rod which had pierced her the same way, by the same greedy man. The woman's hair was tied back with a ribbon, her clothes loosely fit, a pale puffy red collar ringing around her neck, along with her wrists. Disinfecting the humans wound with a small orange cloth, wiping gently at the crusted blood, she felt a rustle of movement on the matt below her. When she tilted her head to the side, looking over the boy's shoulders, Lorelei saw two hands intertwined tightly by the fingers, one hand belonging to Ennard Ambrogio, and the other to Vee Elrod. 

"Is this... vampire... ill? He saved my life, and gave his own in payment," murmured Vee, looking back to the woman with dull eyes, "is he dying?"

Lorelei stared in confusion, nodding her head in reply, "yes, he has no blood you see. It's been a week since he had his feeding since he refused to bite into a human that had already been used."

She was not surprised that Vee had not known of the pressing death by the male's grey eyes, as he was a human, and probably lived in one of the hidden villages, away from proper education. But the hands that held each other tightly caused her heart to bounce. She didn't know which hand moved first, but she did know of Vee's hatred for vampires, and it was odd to see him accept the grip.

"My master is very kind," said she with a gentle tone, "he cared for me when I was a human, just like you."

Vee's eyes went wide and glanced to the woman who stared down with narrowed, peaceful eyes, "a vampire cared for a lowly human?"

She nodded in return, "not just a vampire, my boy, but the pureblood who made us all. And yet, with all his efforts, chaos still remains with changelings and humans."

Her gaze wandered to the window, the morning sunrise, filling the sky with vivid red hues, pale orange lining the outer rims of the clouds. Lorelei gasped quietly as she stood, tripping over her crimson dress as she ran to the rusted window, drawing the blackout curtains with a loud shhh. Vee had not glanced to the frantic woman, nor heard the closing of the large blinds, as he was staring down at the pale purebloods face with an astonished, disgusted stare. His hand did not move off the ills soft hand, Vee's peach irises moving around as it recognized the features. Ennard's pure, shining black hair, that was loosened out of its bun, and fell messily over the silk mattress, which Vee assumed would fall easily past his upper waist; the narrowed, gentle features that was beyond humanly beautiful; the ivory skin, never seen by the sun, or greeted by the tanning of Vee's skin. It all made sense, in a way.

"He is the eldest Ambrogio?"

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