Bloody Rossie: Tears Of Vampires
2. Bloody Rossie Castle
Part 2
Rolling time replaced the day for a week after a long road full of twists and turns that night. This afternoon the glittering sky showed off a clear blue color, a thin twisting of white clouds occasionally transverse the sky. The twilight that trails the green hills of the countryside looks golden this summer.
Several magnificent castles stood far apart there, overshadowing the nobility who lived under the rule of a wise queen. Among them was an ancient castle on top of a hill that was located quite far from the capital. The castle, built in the thirteenth century by an English nobleman, stands right on top of the family heritage hill. Of the many plots of land owned, the remote hill is an option for consideration away from the crowd, as if not wanted to be disturbed by the character of the heart that contains malice.
The castle fortress that stands as strong as six adult men is made of black rocks coupled with an artificial river as deep as nearly five meters. On the inside of the fort grew a vines rose that almost covered the entire wall. Now the charming flower crowned as red as blood is perfect, spread its distinctive fragrance and intoxicating.
This aloof castle seems to be waiting for the coming day when a tragic story is repeated on the new owner who is hanging there. Time was still reluctant to answer when that time would come, while the owner wished to be anxious, sitting uneasy in the study waiting for a human servant who would work to serve his special doll.
Red thread together knitting destiny, long transverse and so complicated, stretched to reach the outskirts of the capital nuanced deserted of life, especially in the area around dense housing and slum. Among the old houses, one of them was the shelter of a large-eyed commoner girl, round like walnuts, as bright as the sun dimmed at dusk. Her tiny lips were now moving about spelling out word for word that was contained in the invitation sheet.
As not satisfied, repeated the letter listed on the invitation containing the request to work in the castle of the noble family who had just come from a foreign country. His eyes moved in an uncertain direction, worried that his breathing was long. His seat was a bit restless weighing all the possibilities.
Yes, this invitation came from Rowlan, a neighbor who yesterday was unable to fulfill the call. The woman said she was concerned about her recent job loss, which is the backbone of the family, the hope that may remain. His father, a Marine, has long been killed in the war leaving nothing to survive. That sadness had long since passed, a powerful figure that could only be missed through memories. The memory is very precious to him, he will not forget the strong grip of his father's fingers as a child, and the warm embrace when the walls of this house did not manage to dispel the winter. Both of his eyes had glazed but soon he missed the lonely tepis.
His mind returned to the invitation, secretly he knew the real reason that caused his neighbors to be reluctant to fulfill the call after knowing the castle that will be his place to work later. How not, all creatures in London know the history of the castle that is not as beautiful as the splendor of the building. His heart pounding violently messed with determination as he tried to think hard about the job. Isn't this a rare opportunity? Not every day an invitation like this comes knocking on the door. That's right, he thought. After all, this was a golden opportunity to sustain life. At least there will be a warm soup and some buns served on the dining table. So I should have gotten this job.
The girl set her heart to see when the sky turned red, of course her goal was to meet the noble of the castle owner. He stood up from his seat, quickly sailed to the closet in search of the best clothes. Unintentionally the old woman lying in bed awake watching her only child seemed to be in a hurry. "What's Adela? Why so panicked? Did something bad happen? Hopefully not," asked Anna who was unable to get up, her body ache did not allow to move much. His pale face looked worried. Her sideways hair had turned white infrequently, the red color she passed on to her children had faded.
His rebuke was clearly jolting Adela who immediately turned to face her mother, looking guilty. "Oh, have I interrupted your rest, Mother? Ii'm sorry. Right now I have to get ready to get a job as a waitress in .. a castle." The end of his sentence that sounded floating and full of doubt invited a wrinkle on his mother's forehead. A smile pacifies the quick puff up in order to erase the question on the face that is made tired by the world. "It would be better if I look charming, at least neat so that they can see the seriousness in me," he continued softly. "Pray me, Mother." Surely such an innocent request gained a smile of blessing from Anna who nodded slowly.
