Bloody Rossie: Tears Of Vampires

5. Final Decision

Part 5's

Adela's lethargy was greeted by William who deliberately waited in front of the door to deliver until the entrance of the castle. After saying goodbye, the butler only smiled faintly. Carrying a slightly disappointed feeling Adela turned to look at the sky that had darkened. The rose garden that looks beautiful before the sun sinks is now so memorable creepy. His feet came down ten steps made of granite in a hurry, glancing in horror at the dark shadows of the angel statues he passed by. From outside the fort the sound of the night birds sounded earthy. Suddenly his steps stopped when the grapevine feeling watched felt so intense that it forced him to turn to observe the mansion. The moonlight illuminated slightly as it looked up at the room where someone had peeked from there. Now the room was brightly lit where the figure of a long black haired woman wearing a white dress was staring at her. The parasite could not be seen clearly from a distance like this. A beautiful woman, he thought. Without forgetting the manners he saluted as a greeting, then rushed away from the place.

In the workspace, William opened all the curtains and glass windows, letting moonlight and the cool night air into the room. The blooming roses creeping on the castle castle castle walls caught his attention, and to be honest a little unsettling. "Master. Shouldn't the flowers be cut?" tanya was a bit anxious.

Before answering it is better for Ernest to weigh the problem. He got up near the window, feeling the cold wind blowing gently caressing his pale skin. For a long time he observed the flowers, the trajectory of memories associated with them flowed without being able to bend, no doubt his eyes were silent. "The beautiful flower. Don't they look like the ones blooming in the palace? The forbidden garden." Ernest seemed to speak for himself, but William understood what he meant. "I don't think it's necessary. Selia liked. Let them grow. Anyway I won't go near her," stop her slowly.

If his master had said so, William would have no intention of refuting at all. "All right, sir."

These roses had managed to trap Ernest in his memories and were trapped there. His sight declined weakly for a moment, hinting at a loss but was soon diverted towards the work desk. Perhaps what is being done with all that paper will dim the good memories that had locked him in the past. Not yet had he felt the comfort of the cushioning chair, the loud sound of the board being hit repeatedly accompanied by the screams of a woman prevented him from sitting. The instant they gasped, the calm atmosphere of the night turned a little awkward.

William immediately took the initiative. "It looks like it's miss. I'm going to-"

"Let me handle it," Ernest cut down. Usually it is almost every night William who takes the role to calm him since he rose from his sleep. Therefore, maybe this time Ernest did not need to hide anymore because the servant will come soon, join in this castle game. With a heavy heart he left the room accompanied by William's anxious gaze. The shadows attached to the walls of the corridor could even translate the noble's disrepute so clearly that it arrived at the front room. There he continued up the stairs to the top floor, the sound of screaming getting louder as their distance shortened.

At the end of the stairs Ernest turned left, entering into a red carpeted corridor. After several meters passed he arrived in front of the mansion's main room. Just on the left side of the large white double door with gold carvings that were locked tightly, there was still the sound of a loud female scream hitting the thick of the door. It was inconceivable how painful and red the two hands were. Ernest wanted to go in to check his wounds, but he remained silent there, enduring the forced persistence.

"Eject! Get me out of here!"

His shout crushed the heart of Ernest who was only silent there, as if all words would not be able to explain. Seen by a white board that will not be opened leaving endless screams. His breathing was so deep for the sake of restraining himself from fulfilling the request behind it. "Priniii, calm down" he asked slowly.

"You! Why are you keeping me locked up?! Why did you imprison me in this damned body?! What mistake have I made with you? What do you want? Don't you know that what you've done is a real mess. I'm mohooon, I'm mohoooon. Let go of meuuu." His voice is weak. "Why? Why don't you answer me?"

A question that continues to repeat itself without being able to answer. Really, his fingers almost touched the doorknob, but Ernest had to hold on. If he obeyed the weakness of his heart, then all his sacrifices would be in vain. At least until he gets a human servant, just in a moment. Therefore, in the meantime his lover must endure being confined in his room. "I can't, Princess."

Questions that scratch existing wounds. Ernest's eyes also declined softly, a painful sadness was painted on his face when he could only hear the girl behind this door sobbing. His forehead clung to the board while sticking palms there, helplessly slowly his two tired eyes closed tight. "I'm sorry" she whispered.

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Adela returns home to her slum after walking down a dirty and dark narrow alley. When he opened the door, his two young brothers greeted him with warm hugs. The feeling of uneasiness and uneasiness instantly evaporated as the two little angels embraced affection and smiled sweetly at her. "How's mom doing?" tanyanya slow.

"Mom is better after taking the medicine from the doctor" replied Harry, who is two years older than seven-year-old Mike.

Adela sighed, knowing the medicine she had just taken was the last. Until now, he was still unable to take his mother to the hospital and give her the necessary care. While to pay the rent of this house alone is quite difficult. The financial condition of this family is really on the edge. Look at his two younger brothers. "Have you eaten yet?"

"Today there was only leftover bread yesterday" Mike replied in his innocent voice.

Adela gulped bitterly. His dire financial condition began since the bakery where he worked was no longer able to run and went bankrupt. The owner is involved in debt because he likes to gamble, causing his son and wife are now abandoned on the streets. What can he do if his employer is forced to stop him from working? There aren't. Since then Adela worked odd jobs in various noble castles of this city. Even though he really hopes to work in the castle of a noble, so he will earn a monthly income without worrying about not being able to provide medicine and food for tomorrow.

Soon he went into his mother's room, checking that the old woman lying in the middle was fine. Observed face skinny and pale mother who slept in a dull bed. His heart was sore because of the guilt that was unable to give his best. He took a breath, closed the door again, then sat down on a chair near the dining table. There was no food on the table, but he felt a wild call from his stomach

he was torturing himself. Seen by his two younger siblings who had since noticed his behavior. There was no doubt that these two boys also felt the same hunger.

How hearty he was to let his sister starve and his mother lie down against sickness. Rethinking the offer of the Cloudivious Nobles earlier. Hundred pounds? That's a lot. I can take you to the hospital to get the best treatment. Harry and Mike don't need to starve like this either. The girl swallowed saliva when weighing the risks. Though he was tired of lamenting his fate like this, but when the opportunity came, the anxiety actually made his hope fade. Her tears flowed without her being able to stop. Really, it's hard for him. Honestly, he was afraid to work in the castle. His two sisters became sad even though they did not know what caused his brother to cry, but they did not hesitate to immediately embrace the eldest brother.

Adela is sobbing because of Haru. His younger siblings are stronger when compared to him. Their warm embrace seemed able to strengthen his heart to return to the old castle whatever risks and secrets stored in it. For the sake of his family he must be strong. If he had to die because of the secrets in the castle then he would convince himself that only he would die. After all, there was no castle that had no secrets. I should be able to!