Bloody Rossie: Tears Of Vampires

40. Prejudice Seed

The Part 40

Just as the golden light began to peek, Adela woke up from the depths. I don't know why he wants to wake up sooner. His mind floated up in memory of last night's nightmare when he rubbed his face with a wet towel dipped in a tray. His mind felt uneasy at the thought of his nona, therefore after putting on the maid uniform he rushed towards his room. In the hall he came across a male servant who was cleaning a vase of flowers. A different servant than he ever met. In his uniform there is a hand knit in the form of the number five right on the left chest. As Adela greeted, the maid simply bowed respectfully without saying a word. Along the way to Eien's room, several male servants were busy cleaning the castle where there were also different knitting numbers. Each time they react the same. It's weird, he thought. When he arrived at the door of the room, his body suddenly shuddered. Are they all vampires?

Soon the servant entered the room like a man seeking refuge. His breathing became somewhat congested, quickly drawn as deep air as possible into the trough of his lungs are still kembis. After a bit of calm, he began the task. The first thing to do is to close all window blinds as much as possible, then immediately the room becomes dark. Finally he understood why the sun could hurt the inhabitants of this castle. Approached to the nightstand to light three candles on the golden chandelier, a dim light was creeping into the room.

Afterwards Adela approached the bed to check the condition of Eien who was lying down. His puppet body had immortalized the lingering grate of grief the last time he left it in a heartbreaking deep. All night long she moaned in pain and said that her chest was burning. Adela really wanted to understand, but all of that was limited because of her ignorance. If there was anything he could do to alleviate the pain, whatever he would do. The girl fixed the position of the blanket while not looking at the severed iron. His breath was stifled with concern given how miserable the fate of the beautiful captive was.  "May there be only beauty in your dreams," he said softly.Perhaps only in nature there the doll can be free from suffering.

As soon as everything was under control, Adela came out of the room. As he closed the door, his earlobe caught the light footsteps approaching, so he turned to the passage where Ernest was heading. The girl's forehead wrinkled in surprise to find a face that was paler than last night. “Good morning, Sir,” said. Almost never did Adela find her master wandering around the castle in the early hours of the morning.

“Good morning, Adela,” the answer is weak.

"Tu-lord? Your Face ... Are you OK?" tanyanya.

Ernest only nodded once, his gaze descending to the floor and looking very tired as if he had moved a mountain.

"Is that what you want? Maybe a cup of tea? I'll provide it soon, "the bargain answered by a weak trinket. Adela's eyebrows are linked increasingly anxious to see her jaded. He wanted to refute, but his courage was thinner than his determination.

Ernest threw a glance at the window that had been covered in curtains, the bias of the morning light slightly absorbed there. Her lover must have been in the form of a doll at this time. "How's Selia doing?"

The waiter hesitated to complain. "Not good, sir."Her employer's smile was bitter.

Of course, after what happened last night there might be some fun news. The burden perched on his shoulders grew heavier as this maelstrom of tragedy began. “Do I have the right to ask, when will all this end?”

Adela was flabbergasted not knowing what this man wanted to end. Then he ventured to answer the question that impressed the rhetoric. ”If it hurts, I hope it ends this second as well, but if it is happy, better the final word disappears forever.” Ernest looked directly at himself who instantly hinted in embarrassment. “Ma-sorry, Sir. I do not mean to patronize, these words were just my hope.”

The look in those eyes changed. “You just gave me a new question. Do I deserve to be happy?”

”Everyone deserves to be happy!” adela.

“Are you sure?”

The thin smile of his employer that effectively suspects Adela of something. “Ten-of course. A being like you is also entitled, I don't think God chose love.”

“Choose ...” After repeating those two words Ernest's gaze fell to the floor and made his servant at a loss for words. "I'm so tired, Adela. Let me be on Selia's side."

A red tinge appeared on Adela's cheek. "Ba-good, Sir. I understand," he replied awkwardly.

Ernest caught that clumsy attitude. "Clear your mind."

Ernest grabbed the door handle. "Don't hesitate to wake me up when you have to run errands." As soon as his servant assures him, he goes into the room and finds Eien's drooping body lulled in a dream. Slowly he sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his own face hard, then looked at Eien's slightly opened eyes. For a long time there was no chain of words strung together, there was only a silent lament that refused to escape the iras of the lover. Until finally the shame of powerless slap him to know himself. His black iris turned to all his fingers that looked as if they were covered in the blood of his victims. Does he still have the face to stand straight before his heart? While his entire heart had been crushed, but he tried to survive in the destruction. His lip line was trembling as he was about to spit out a bit of immortality and guilt. "I'm sorry, Eien. Maaaaf .. I am so damned! Really am. Even I have no right to God's forgiveness" he said.

Stifled bowed Adela still stood in front of Eien's room. What kind of end will his employer experience when he thinks about how strange the relationship and circumstances are? His breathing was heavy to wait for that answer. His feet went from there because all the tasks were waiting. The first thing to do was to make sure the sunlight failed to penetrate the entire black curtain fortress. After that, I took care of the cattle.

Now Adela is in the back yard right in the chicken coop. William asked him to take care of the animals because he could not do it during the day. Now he understood why there were so many dead chickens that were drained of blood, his body immediately shuddered in horror. Finished feeding the animals, Adela went into the cooling room to sow salt on the ice blocks so as not to melt too quickly. If the room temperature rises, it will be bad as a result of the quality of blood stored. But there was something that disturbed his mind, namely that the blood bottle belonging to his body had been refilled. As he recalled, William had thrown away the contents of the entire bottle after getting an order from his master. In fact, since the murder of a prostitute, the contents of the supply of unmarked bottles are still full and William did not cut anymore.

Then if the bottles other than his non-owned were filled with chicken blood, what was filled into this cross-marked bottle when there were no cuts to this day? The grapevine of uneasy feelings haunted him considering how pale his master's face had been. If they only consume chicken blood, why should the bottles be distinguished? Isn't this weird. Adela shook her head hard, trying to get rid of all the bad prejudices that had been eating away at the mind.

Along the way to his house on the edge of town his anxiety has not subsided. What if there was a more frightening reality about her employer? Does the case of the murder of the prostitute have anything to do with the nobleman? Adela's lips were bitten. However, taking one's life for the good of another is not a justifiable act. In a consciousness-transferring jubilation, he loses his hearing when a middle-aged woman in nun uniform greets him.

“Oh! Aadela! Aadela! Adelaaa?”

The girl flinched as the sweeper's hand grabbed her shoulder and gently shook it. Seen somewhat confused the woman moments later recognized him as the abbot of the nun. "Sister Mary!" Soon he saluted the mark of manners. Adela knew her from childhood because Mary's church was not far from her home. For her it was strange to find her wandering in the market during the day, because usually Maria just stayed in the dormitory to take care of the orphans who were displaced and educate the young nuns. "It just so happened to meet you here, not as usual," he said.

Maria just smiled to make her face wrinkle more visible. His body was no taller than Adela, so he looked up at her. "I heard that you've got a job as a waitress in the newly moved noble castle. I hope they treat you well."

Adela nodded with a smile. "Of course, Sister. They are good-hearted people. I am grateful to have the opportunity to work there."

"Thank God," he said as he gently patted the girl's cheek. "How are your mother and sisters doing?"

"They're in good health, Sister. Especially mother. I am so thankful to God for His blessings. Oh, yep! What is Sister doing here? Unlike usual Sister out of the dorm." the question turned Mary's face pale mixed with anxiety as if remembering her original purpose. Suddenly the fear alighted as if he was going to hear bad news from her. "What's up, Sister?"tanyanya.

Although he was hesitant because he was reluctant to burden Adela, in the end Maria also replied. "It's about Sister Sanya.”

Adela's forehead is wrinkled. “What's with Sanya?” To his knowledge, Sanya almost never makes trouble.

Maria's lips were bitten for a moment.  “Since last night the girl disappeared."

Once stunned, the grapevine feeling bad made Adela's heart beat hard. "You-it's possible that Sanya is staying at a friend's house."

Maria denied, her green eyes seemed to be getting anxious because it seemed Adela also had no clue as to Sanya's whereabouts. "I know Sanya does have a lot of friends and I also know the character of the child. I'm not sure he spent the night at someone else's house, he was too shy to bother them. If so, surely he will ask permission first or if it is urgent a message will be lying on my desk." He sighed in worry. "Last time the other sisters saw him alone in the chapel last night. From that moment on he didn't return to the dorm."

The servant grabbed Maria's hand, stroking her as gently as possible to make her feel comfortable. "Relax, Sister. Nothing bad will happen to a girl as good as Sanya. Everyone in this town loves him. God is like that too. He'll be fine. I will pray for his goodness and safety.”

Maria's head was nodding stiffly, her smile still felt bitter and her lips slightly quivering the remaining signs of worry. "Thank you, Adela. I will pray for you too. I know Sanya is your best friend, if there is a problem she will definitely come to see you. If that happens please tell her I'm worried about her."

"Surely, Sister," promised Adela. After saying this Maria said goodbye and passed away leaving him to continue looking for his protege. Adela just sighed with pity mixed with worry. Unknowingly his eyes went around looking at the people passing by in the market. It was possible that Sanya was walking among them, but all that was found was nothing. His feet began to step up to meet his two sisters and mother to cook lunch and chat for a while. Although actually he just wanted to make sure his family was safe while warning his two younger siblings to be careful, he said,  considering they often play outdoors until the evening where the mysterious killer who targets blood has not yet been caught. He hopes Sanya's disappearance has nothing to do with the killer. An unsettled sense of uneasiness controlled his legs to go faster.