Bloody Rossie: Tears Of Vampires

10. The Miss

The Part 10

The blue diamond slices gently narrowed as her rancid lips curled back to witness that the girl's fear was growing instead of disappearing. Their first impression may seem terrible - various meet the undead - especially for humans like himself. At least Eien felt guilty for suddenly making a sound and surprising his sanity. "I'm sorry, Dear. There is no intention for me to make your day a nightmare. Please, ignore what you just heard from the lack of my grammar. I'm just shocked and embarrassed about it."

How should Adela react? It doesn't fit into his logic at all. And look at this woman now, so graceful and classy.  It is not a ghost, monster or various spooky creatures that run around in its prejudice. She moves, speaks, and behaves like a whole human being, just a woman who is too perfect; regardless of what she was before.

For the sake of the servant, Eien distanced himself, again sitting straight while glancing slightly back. "You don't have to worry because I won't hurt you. If there was such a thing, my choice would not have been for you. Rather than a cold-hearted person who is so willing to imprison me here." Eien closed his lips with a fingertip. "Ah, I repeat it again. Ii'm sorry. I'm afraid this is gonna be a contagious bad habit."

The subtle innuendo forced Ernest to turn around a little voluntarily. His black bead rolled softly towards Eien's back, but his lips smiled faintly. There was a heartache implied from the thin line of those charming lips. "Sure, Your Majesty. I guarantee that there is no prohibition against retaliating against a cruel man who is no better than an animal. Ah, sorry, I've spoken rudely. Looks like we really need to forget about the grammar tonight."

The brief dialogue is enough to explain that there is a discrepancy between the two. Even a layman like Adela can judge it. This beautiful woman clearly showed an attitude of hostility and her master did not deny the accusation. In jail? A reply? Adela felt dizzy.

There was someone else in this room, and it was not yet time that he understood too much, for the decision would be answered after this. Ernest didn't want to share too many secrets before Adela answered - her curiosity - wisely. Survive or run. "Adela. Please leave us" he asked.

Although still confused Adela obeyed him. He got up because his feet were still weak and begged. Outside the room, William was waiting for him, his facial water was tense judging Adela who looked uncomfortable. It is unfortunate if this girl took the wrong action, but William likes her innocent nature. When that happens it's her job to silence her sweet little lips for good.

"Master!" pekik Adela mixed in fear and confusion.

"William only. We only have one master and one miss here."

Adela's lips docked for a moment, but her gaze seemed to be begging for an explanation. "What's going on?" his voice shakes with fear.

"Come with me" William asked.

"But-but!"

William just silently looked at him, as if waiting for the next sentence even though his face water seemed to say not to act rashly.

It seems that it is a warning, Adela nodded her head without refuting again even though the contents of her head felt very messy, while her fear was still reluctant to leave her. William led him to the kitchen room, where his movement swiftly prepared a clear crystal glass which was then placed on a silver tray. After that he went into the cooling room containing many blocks of ice in it until the temperature felt lower than winter. All ice blocks are obtained during the snowy season, only salt can maintain it so as not to melt, especially during summer as it is now. The ice beam can last until this second it feels very strange for Adela.

Not long after they had re-locked the cooling room door with a dark bottle in William's hand. Opened cork stopper bottle then pour the contents in the form of a thick liquid red into the glass until almost full.

The smell of rancid squeals pierces the smell. The fish is unbearable until Adela spontaneously closes her nose to control nausea while observing a thick liquid that is slightly dewy. "What's this?" he asked as he rubbed his nose repeatedly, trying to get rid of the unpleasant smell.

William took a breath. "That's an unnecessary question because I'm sure you've already figured it out."

Adela who was stunned sure that the typical fishy aroma is only released by a liquid called blood. "But for what?" his tone was astonished, his tone was rather demanding. Why is this blood put in a fancy glass? Somehow Adela was so dislikeful of the meaning of William's current gaze, so clingy as a lion that would not let his prey run away.

"It's yourjob. You should be able to persuade the lady to drink it..!" it was William who closed the bottle without turning away from Adela who would protest. "Miss needs this to cope with her illness. If not, we'll lose him. So you have to make sure miss drinks everything until she's left - a drop!" press it.

William's gray eyes raised in alarm. "Any?"

"Yes. What kind of disease causes humans to become puppets and consume blood as healers? A-is miss cursed?"

The butler let out a heavy sigh, were it not for his last question that further emphasized his lithe nature, there would probably be a new tomb within the forest behind the castle. "Does that bother you?"

Adela was worried. It is unfortunate if such a beautiful woman has a fatal deficiency. Which man was willing to accept his extremely strange flaws? He too was bowed. "Maybe it feels inappropriate for a commoner like me to feel this, it's just that I feel sorry for miss," he said honestly.

A touching expression of heart, which is why William likes this girl. May nothing compel her to get rid of the new maid. "Your worries are useless, Adela. As long as there is Mr. Hornest by his side, everything will be fine. Now you'd better get this glass delivered immediately."

Thas right. There is an employer who takes care of his nonanya. Maybe he was hired here not to be a nurse of a doll, but a personal servant of a beautiful lady who has a mysterious illness. He swallowed his saliva when he saw the pool of red liquid that was so thick in the crystal glass. Oh, dearGod. What place is this, his sigh in heart.

On the other hand, the stiff atmosphere in Eien's room had yet to melt. The frost between the two men left a spark that had to dance over the end of the candle because the breeze from the veranda was playing with it. The two sat facing each other, looking at each other where all the words were still stuck at the tip of the lips. As if sorting out what words might be right to start a conversation. Until the mysterious woman sighed lightly can not stand if you have to wait for the man who first told a story. "The servant of man was .. From the language used, I can guess we are in England. London?"

Ernest smiled faintly. "true."

Eien's lower eyelids covered half of his blue iris like he was thinking about something. "I don't think you've taken me this far." For God's sake, he didn't know what he had done wrong until he had to be here, a beautiful but very foreign place. At least he trembled at the thought of his fate, certainly in the last few nights he could only cry, but this time this man appeared before him. Therefore his heart ached, feared and anxious. Perhaps an inadvertently forgotten mistake had caused him to deserve to be in this body. It's just, "Until when?"

"Unfortunately, I can't give any certainty about it." Ernest's eyes could not be separated to see the change of Eien's face that became confused mixed with sadness. Indeed, he did not keep his heart silent from him and keep the truth.

What kind of answer is that? There is no certainty that can calm his heart like the pounding waves. Even the fragrance of roses carried in from the open porch door is still not able to relieve anxiety. He breathed in disappointment, braving himself against Ernest's clear black bead. Though the beautiful eyes did not give the impression of evil, his reflection was clearly reflected there. When the gaze met for a moment, the man's eyes dodged towards the chandelier on the table. Is it that hard to explain the situation? True, his crimes were not that simple. "Is it too much if I expect an answer to everything you've done?" Stared at his own two arms, where his fingers felt a little stiff because this was not his body. He hopes to get an explanation for what happened to him. The reason that makes it locked in the limitations of this fake body. "Why did you steal my soul on my wedding day? I hope you know exactly who I am."

Suppose what happens can be said as easily as breathing, his lover will not be overwhelmed with sadness. Instead, Ernest should refrain from misleading him further. Carefully handling it is the best path. "Of course I know your identity, Your Majesty." His voice was interrupted. "You are the daughter of the ruler of my people. You ... Great Holy Princess," she replied as she slightly bowed in reverence.

Smile concerned Eien narrow even though honestly he was happy because this man understood his position. His eyebrows frowned confused. "Lantas, why are you acting so horribly like this? You seem to be a noble among our people, but - we all know - what you have done is a great crime. Is my request too heavy?" He tried hard to be patient, tried to understand the situation, tried to understand the reason behind all this. He didn't want this man to run away from him and make him lose the lantern that lit up in the darkness of this matter.

Who does not know that stealing souls is unforgivable? Ernest knew. The mistake was choosing an extreme way to save the princess from a terrible situation. In fact, up to this moment Eien's real body was still lying in the palace and heavily guarded. Ernest may explain that although the memory of this woman has been erased, but the problem is that he cannot predict her psychic impact. "You better not know too much."

"Unfortunately, I don't have the same opinion. Can't you stop my anxiety? This unrest is too excruciating. Living in the shadow of a question mark is a severe torment. Do you understand my feelings?"

His eyes returned to Eien, softly looking down at him for hesitating back to hear the request. "Do you really want to know why?" His body was put forward as if testing Eien's courage to know the truth.

Although doubts had whack, Eien refused to turn to assert readiness. "Isn't the truth always better than it hurts? After all I've been here, locked up in that narrow prison you created. What else can I do besides surrender? But at least .. I should know what caused it," he replied confidently.

Ernest's smile grew thin as he faced his courage. About determination, nothing can beat the persistence of the princess. He knows it well. For a moment he weighed in, whether to give an explanation for this cruel deed of his or to continue to leave him lying in a blanket of abandonment. When he thought about it, he found the level of curiosity that was waiting. The expression evoked memories a few months ago, causing longing that sliced up into the heart. Although it hurt, it was enough to convince him to give a little hint. Slowly the red lines of her lips opened. "What I have done to you, is at your request, Your Majesty." His voice almost whispered.

Eien slightly tilted his face digesting the answer, then laughed softly in a graceful style while covering his lips. To him, that sentence was like a joke. Where could that possibly happen? Asking someone unknown to steal his own soul. Absolutely impossible. After feeling quite a laugh, lowered his hand then looked firmly at Ernest. "I'm sorry for my bad attitude. It's just it's a little funny. I don't even know you, Mr-Hornest. To be honest, I'm sure that Hornest is not your name either. Do you mind telling me your real name?"