Bloody Rossie: Tears Of Vampires

18. I'm not gonna let it

The Part 18

"Daughter!" Ernest gasped in panic watching all the bad omens.

"Saakiiit once Horneeeest! sakiiiii!" her groan. Am I going to perish? Will I end up in this black spell?

"William?!" roaring. He turned to the direction of the bedroom door to coincide with the appearance of William who rushed to give fresh blood. Without saying much, the glass was reached and brought close to Eien's lips. "drink. Please drink," she asked in despair.

The tension ran strong in this space, Adela's breath choked like air had been filled with the poison of uncertainty. His hope only stayed dependent on the actions of his master where anxiety was tightly wrapped up there. Yes Tuhaaan, save Miss Seliaaaa.

But the rejection was repeated, even harder. Between pain and pain, the glass is always pushed aside. Fortunately, Ernest shrewdly avoided the glass from falling. "Daughter!"

"Tidaaak up. I'm not going to drink it. Keep away from me. Ohhhhoo!"

"Please! You wouldn't survive without this blood."

Eien was really bored with that sentence, as if his life was meaningless without blood. "Don't force me! I don't want to be a damned like you!" angry erang.

What the hell's going on? Adela until fixated confused to hear the humiliation that was thrown away. His master's heart must have been wounded, let alone those thorns received from the woman he loved. I wish there was something I could do.

"Please, princess!" Ernest's breathing was almost cut off as his lover wriggled in pain in his arms. A flash of painful shadows in the past swirled within his head, exactly like this. Has time run backwards?

"Master!"

Adela's screams resuscitated Ernest who had been trapped in the past. Aye! This is reality! "Eien, Hang on!"

The woman's cry hardened, her mind was too messy digesting all the words around her. Pain and despair mixed with stirring his mind, as a result he became mingled unclear. "Let me die! Lionis is gone. There is no longer anything in this world. Why else would I stay awake?"

"Your Majesty," he said. The tremors in his dark eyes seemed to be injured. "At least .. Do it for me." His choice was an answer in the past because his lover did not respond as if death was a way out for him. Don't run from me, Eien. An heir to the throne is not allowed to perish, much less perish in his hands. How could he possibly bear such a heavy sin, especially if the bitterness of his love were to disappear. Without thinking any more, downing the contents of the glass, holding the liquid in the mouth so as not to be swallowed, then his fingers held Eien's jaw, preventing him from rebelling.

Iris Adela widened in shock as her master linked her lips to her nona, forcing the woman to drink blood from her mouth. A little red liquid rolled in the corner of Eien's lips which immediately colored the two. Adela's fingers powerless snatched away the skirt of the maid uniform worn when witnessing the inappropriate treatment that was forced to be used. He regretted his failure until it had to happen.

Lips that touch there were glued when some of the liquid has been swallowed while the rest scattered. Suddenly something strange happened, the movement of Eien's lips seemed to be peppering with it. E-doer? Their detached lips changed their two eyes which met where longing flashed in the dark shadow of Eien's blue iris.

"Erneeest," heed Eien weakly.

The name plunged deeply into Ernest's trough of heart, even his eyes wide open. Not yet had he asked how Eien remembered her name, the woman's consciousness had dimmed like a extinguished lantern and fell in the darkness of fatigue. How come? A thin wrinkle appeared on his forehead along with the outpouring of hope that was flaring back like a candle flame that was thrown in a pile of husks.

"Master? Is miss okay?"

Adela's question again reminds to get rid of all thoughts of all possibilities, her priority at this time is her lover. "Of course, Adela. Don't worry about it." Eien's body was lifted to his chest. "William, clean this room. And Adela, follow me" he ordered.

"Ba-good, Sir!" answered both.

Ernest took Eien to another room located across the street, and Adela prepared the bed before her body was laid. As soon as Eien's body was on the bed, Ernest examined his left chest. The blue bruise had started to slowly subside, the sound of his weak breathing was still heard. Leaving him unconscious is the right decision. "Adela, clean up Selia's body."

"Good, Master!"

Ernest got up from the edge of the bed, his own eyes remained unchanged. Really, tonight is nothing compared to the nights when he almost lost his lover. The longing is not easily neglected, because the panorama when Eien laughs over the ocean can no longer fade. Therefore, even if only for a moment, his lover like back, jumping over time and space since the first time they were united in the same sense.

Tonight was full of surprises, a lot of new things that need to be studied. Ernest therefore planned to contemplate all possible answers. Stared for a moment the tired look that sleeps. Be rested. Then he went away, but had not yet gone out Adela blocked his way with a guilty expression of not being able to exert all his abilities for the sake of his duty.

"sorry. I'm sorry, sir," he regretted.

Adela could only nod in understanding then bowed in respect. Until the very end, her master remained ungrateful to be treated as such by her young miss, namely harsh humiliation and rejection. Glanced at the heart of a woman who was in a dream, her heart prayed that there would only be beauty in there after she experienced terrible suffering. If he were to ask William, would the butler answer? Yet he was anxious to find out why his nona should live in such a vile way? Why did his master care so much for the woman who hated him so much? Why can they live together when the young lady does not know her master at all? Why are there so many question marks stored in this castle? And most importantly, who are they?

Meanwhile, Ernest had been in his private room, standing by the window looking at the night sky as he reached into the pocket of his suit to wipe away the remaining blood on his lips. Whatever kind of thought he still did not get a clue - why did Eien suddenly remember his name?

A name swirled in Ernest's mind that might be helpful, someone who had created Eien's replacement body. "Roland," he hissed. He should write her a letter. The alchemist probably had a brilliant estimate. After all, there were things to ask about Eien's fake body. His lips were rubbed as he walked out of the room towards the study.

Just as the man finished writing the letter, William knocked on the door from the outside and asked to be allowed in. After Ernest allowed it, the butler appeared saluting him. "What's wrong?" ask while folding the paper, then put it in an ivory white envelope.

"His noble daughter's room is ready, sir. And ... regarding the blood that was meant for him-" William's tongue was bitten, his sentence could not be completed due to his failure which caused the preparation of the special drink to be exhausted, wasted on the floor.

For a moment Ernest fell silent, knowing the direction of those severed words. His motion continued to take back the goose down pen and dip the tip into the ink, then wrote down an address on the envelope. When he stood up to hand William the letter, a sudden feeling of nausea ran from the stomach to the throat.

"Master?" William looked worried.

For a moment Ernest held back, adjusting his breath in order to suppress the sickening sensation earlier. After slightly improving he said, "Ask Adela to send him tomorrow afternoon. And ... get me a change of clothes. I'll go back to the room."

"Good." Seen his master walking gontai while holding his stomach. "Master? You okay?" tanyanya's worried.

Ernest shook his head when the nausea made him cough and urged him to vomit. Instantly he fell to his knees on the floor, groaning softly as William approached, rubbing his back to quickly spit out his entrails. Ernest hadn't thought that he would still be like this since his escape to Lourdes City.

This was why William preferred to side with his master. His condition has become even more vulnerable since arriving at this castle. "Tuaaan," his his hissing that was unable to cover up his sadness.

Not long after Ernest vomited all the food that had been eaten at the queen's residence. Instantly his body felt limp, his blurry gaze fixated on the vomit mixed with blood on the floor. Really, he never thought, that he was the one who should survive, not just his lover.

William wiped Ernest's lips with his cleavage, then pulled the weak body away from the vomit earlier and lifted him towards the bed in his room. There Ernest lay helplessly. "You can't do it under these conditions. Let me do it, sir," asked William, who was enveloping Ernest.

"No, after a short rest I will improve. I don't want you to get too far." His breathing was still tight, he knew it was going to get heavier, but the choice was to move on. All the sharp thorns and bushes will he lunge without hesitation. All the sins that flowed from his blood will no longer be shared. The darkness will swallow itself alone.

"But, Tuaaaan." William protested because he did not want anything to happen to him.

"Prepare what I ask" said Ernest, his eyes closed all the debates that would be thrown again.

The loyal servant who understood silent language sighed resignedly. All his worries will not be ignored by his master for the sake of the princess. "All right."

The bedroom was as clean as before when Adela would pick up a new nightgown. All the pools of blood on the floor were gone, the splashed tapestry had changed, even the bed and bedding looked new. “Any!”pekik Adela is confused. Moreover, the scent of blood was not sniffed in the slightest. All these irregularities must be related, especially about what disease suffered by nonanya to have to drink a glass of blood. The variety of dialogue of all the inhabitants of this castle was bubbling, important words as if thickened and echoed within the wall of his mind. Binding soul in body .. doll ... is this some sort of black magic?

Shaken his head to get rid of that creepy thought. His employer was a respectable man who could not possibly do such frightening things as magic and so forth. His little laugh just came out because of his stupidity that believed in mystical things. So he turned towards the big cupboard for his purpose earlier. As soon as the closet door opened, his attention was drawn to the green leaf dress that had been stained with blood was hanging there. "Why is it here?" hernia. Didn't William clean it up because of Miss's critical condition? It can be painful if the spots are left on for too long. His intention, after taking care of his nonanya he will wash this dress, but when he checked to flip through the entire cloth, he actually did not find a single blood stain. There aren't. Why isn't there? Clean ... This dress is clean!  Suddenly his hands shook. For him it was impossible for one to remove the bloodstains so quickly, except by a miracle or magic. Immediately retracted his hand for fear that there was still a spell left there.

"What meda?" william's reprimand that made Adela surprised lalureflek closed the closet door until her right finger was pinched.

"Oh!" small scream.

William's eyebrows to the tip of his head while shaking concerned. "You okay?"

The girl's voice was grimacing in pain while nodding. "It's okay" he replied, blowing a finger

the middle is reddened.

"You'd better treat it right away" William suggested, handing him an envelope. "Mr wants you to drive him to the delivery service tomorrow morning."

Welcomed the envelope while looking at the beautiful handwriting, there was a firm impression that was visible from the scratch of the ink. Adela nodded in understanding. "Baii."