Bloody Rossie: Tears Of Vampires

17. Despondence

Part 17's

It was such a stifling night for Eien, for the butler played his power-net like a spider that refused to let go of prey. He gasped heavily, sickly, and helplessly. I do not know how many tears, but pity never arrived in their hearts. The glasses of blood kept coming, smearing himself with an unstoppable sense of disdain. Red, thick and sweet-scented. His hunger seemed to be being played with by anxiety and doubt. If you want to live, grab and gulp the liquid of life, and if you want to die then shut your lips forever. Make like! What exactly are they trying to do?!

Layered wrinkles already shadowed the dark in William's countenance. All means from the softest such as seduction to inhumane coercion are in fact unsuccessful. Look, Adela is now locking the wrists of the lady who insists on thrashing, refusing all available blood dishes. Even the fancy glasses were toppled over, brushed aside and smashed on the floor. His blood? Of course it splashed on the bed, splashed in all directions and stained her nightgown. The sickening rancid aroma of the liquid almost made Adela want to vomit. The sound of crying and moaning in pain tried to ignore them for the safety of his master's captive.

Eien's exhaustion was like an infinity as a result of the heinous act that forced him to drink the cursed blood. "It has. Enough already! The hentikaaan! Hentikaaaan!" his moans.

"Nonaaaa," said Adela who did not see her heart tormented. His heart could no longer bear the burden

sadness, then released the weak arm that is still resisting.

Once freed, frail Eien pulled his arm, rubbing his reddened wrist while curling up in fear. What is wrong with living a horrible life? Were it not for that man making his life miserable, he would still be in the shade of the palace. Remembering his residence where there were both his parents there created a sculpture of sadness that was engraved so deeply. Tuhaaan. Really, I want to go home. I really miss my boring palace. I miss you, father, ibuuu.

Guilt rippled through Adela's mind. Not feeling a puddle of tears almost fell when he set his breathing full of sadness. "I'm sorry, Nonaaaa."

How could Eien lay the blame on a servant who knew nothing. He can only understand because this is his job. If examined, why would the man hire a human to be his personal servant? Eien flinched for a moment. The owner of the castle knows that he likes humans. Eien glanced softly at Adela, the only weapon belonging to the man that made him not wince. "I'm fine, Adela. Can you leave me alone. Just leave me like this. I'm mohooon."

Adela was filled, her heart was increasingly sliced because this woman still behaved well after the treatment received and still tried to cover up her pain. He should have just vented it, scolded himself or whatever. What is his heart made of? It was as if he had a trough of fury eateries that would have difficulty climbing the steep, dark crater. It was just that Adela could see a spark of despair in her dimming eyes. "Sir, what should we do?" sadder.

But the tiny lips were tightly clenched, sobbing painfully until his vision became blurry. Something bad is going to happen to him. His instincts say so. Is it wrong if he thinks that death might be much better than having to live a life like this? There is nothing known of it, freedom has long run, and the warm sun will never stop again, even in this time the existence of Lyonis has become a forgotten story. So what's he here for? Why should he tread on the life that the man had snatched away?

The kidnapper's sad form is a heart trap, a perfect mask that covers evil. Does he deserve to be imprisoned like this? It is impossible if he himself has asked for a life that cannot be lived. This must be the lie he was playing. Although Eien was sure of it, but he was even stunned for a moment because of the doubt caused by his damaged memory. Do I really believe that?

Adela got out of bed, agitated when she noticed the broken glass on the floor, then turned to William who only sighed resignedly due to the condition of the room. He looked more confused as if he was looking for an excuse for his master because of his failure. Honestly, Adela is very concerned. "How is this?" whisper of a panic as Eien's condition worsened.

William's gray iris was closed for a moment, looking tired and confused. "Nonaaaa, this refusal of yours will hurt Mr. Hornest. You have to stay alive."

Hearing him, Eien's cry hardened. "Take-up. I hateit. I hate her! I don't care about her!" His tense attitude made his heart feel squeezed, no doubt he became groaning sore, his eyes closed tightly while biting his lips held a scream, his forehead twitching when unable to snatch his chest to hold the pain. It was as if he was going to be sucked into the darkest trough. "Release. Get me out of this body!" her groan.

Adela's lips trembled to hear the terrible sentence, while William still did not give any explanation. His face was as pale as an undead, he was like a person who did not know what else to do. "William!"

The old servant regained his senses, then rushed over to Eien. "Miss!" His roar grew pale and dark. "How is this?!" He spoke to himself when there was no good omen when he saw the princess in excruciating pain. William was increasingly panicked to glance at the antique clock in the corner of the room. The hope is only to wait for his master to quickly return because there is nothing he can do anymore.

"What's this, William?" Ernest who suddenly entered the room was surprised to find blood and glass fragments on the floor.

William's lungs that felt tightened were instantly flooded with air. While Adela was overwhelmed with astonishment at the thought of how quickly her master returned. According to his calculations, his master should have arrived at the castle by midnight considering that it was still nine at night. It took over an hour to reach the palace, and strangely he did not hear the sound of horse-blooming or the rattling of chariot wheels entering the castle grounds.

That tone did not bode well for Ernest who instantly read the situation. Is correct. They failed to persuade the princess, seen when she reached the side of the bed, found her lover crying withstanding the pain. His fingers trembled as the blue iris seemed to question his actions. His condition worsened as he thought, his heart was almost regretful of his vile deeds. "Putriiii," his his hissing withered.

"No-nona refuses to drink her blood, sir," Adela explained in a panic. At least he felt relieved that his employer had returned, because he certainly knew what to do so that his nonanya improved.

Ernest sat on the side of the bed against the back of the pillow and pulled Eien slowly and carefully into the arms to examine the left chest where his heart was. His eyes widened instantly finding the surface of his skin turning blue. "Quickly. Quickly bring me some more blood!"

"Ba-good, Sir!" William headed for the kitchen.

Bad things will happen to his lover if he is a little late just give him blood. His fake heart would break and Eien would perish, which was what Ernest feared. "Rememberhana. Hold on a minute. You promised not to repeat this again" he said.

That sentence forced Eien to look at Ernest's face that was bearing a memory that was definitely bad. How could he remember that promise? And you may never remember it if tears were the reason. Please stop misleading me with memories I don't have. What do you want from me? From someone who has lost his memory.

The sadness and grief that was clearly implied in her master's beautiful eyes blocked Adela's breathing. There are so many feelings, especially love. But why can't they see it so well? I don't get it. Why does Miss Selia always think you're a bad person? Now, sir is so worried about him. Why can't the lady see such a deep feeling behind all her sad gazes?

"Can't you just let me go? I want to go back" whispered Eien weakly.

Ernest's jaw tightened while tightly grasping the woman's fingers to strengthen the heart. Shake is a forbidden thing that should not be achieved at this time. "I can't do it. Really, I'm sorry."

"Is that so? If so, let me be destroyed. My ability has been lost in dreams when the night has worn off. This horrible life is too embarrassing. Don't force me to be a damned creature who treats me," sobbed Eien in despair.

Those words slapped hard on Ernest's consciousness. Even so, he himself is helpless if the cursed blood is the only key to the connection of his soul. "You must be able, Princess. You have no other choice. Hang on." Her chest feels so tight. "I'm mohooon." But the princess shook her head weakly accompanied by flowing tears causing Ernest to choke on her fear.

His mind raged, was what he was doing a mistake? Is kidnapping her the only way? Should he let this woman just marry the candidate her father had determined? Should he return his girlfriend to where she should be?

His eyes were closed thinking of all possibilities, such questions kept spinning piercing his head until it hurt. A slight doubt seeped in his mind immediately he tepis. For him now this was not the time to give in to weakness. He must be strong even if circumstances force him to embrace cruelty. Therefore he cannot half-heartedly wear the mask of evil. His eyes reopened to stare at the pain and despair of his lover. He should have explained everything so that Eien understood and did not run away from the situation. He should have dared to risk the rejection. "Sorry. Really am. I'm sorry." His eyes began to be flooded with water swallowing the bitter taste of his abomination.

The beautiful black bead that held back the cry turned out to be able to thrill Eien. Somehow a feeling of pity began to creep in his mind due to that almost desperate tone. "Don't cry. Please don't cry. You're going to hurt yourself with those tears" she remembers.

Ernest gasped and looked up to hold back his tears and wait for them to dry up. He almost became a patient. Were it not for the life of the successor to the throne that depended on him, perhaps his tears had fallen.

Why does he apologize but persist in his crimes? What's all this for? What purpose? Perhaps his prejudice was wrong to think he was a heartless evil being. Never once had Ernest acted like a bandit or even intended to hurt him. Does this make him suffer? Sure, black magic needs great preparation and sacrifice. He must have been

trapped in the darkness.

When his mind was fixed on this man, suddenly the pain squeezed all over his body until it shook. An unbearable groan sounded slashing when something seemed to force his soul to come out from within his fake body, forcing him to embrace his own body in pain. His eyes were wide open staring at the ceiling as he snatched away the tight chest as if squeezed by mountains. It hurts! It hurts! Sakiiiiiiiiiiit!