The Little Vampire Belongs to Mr. William.

Woman without form

The Part 69

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Arista had entered into William's residence, Arista's eyes looked to the right/left, the house looked empty, silent without occupants. Arista continued to step up, right hand pulling the suitcase he was carrying.

Kreeks!

Kreeks!

In a very large house there were only the sound of footsteps, and the suitcase that Arista pulled. Both of Arista's legs were stopped under the stairs leading to his and William's rooms. Stairs one way, because their rooms are side by side.

Arista set his right foot up the stairs, both hands tote the suitcase he was carrying.

Taps!

Taps!

Both of Arista's legs stopped in front of his room, both hands lowered the suitcase he was carrying on the floor. The right hand held the key pin door pink room mounted in front of the door Arista room.

“Why does Uncle put up a security like this? What really happened?” murmured Arista slowly looked to the right/left, but there was no appearance of William's face.

Arista continued to step closer to William's room. Arista's right hand held the door handle of the room that was not locked, Arista's neckline extended, sneaking into the open door. “Uncle. Haa!” Arista stared dumbfoundedly at a man who was lying weakly in a bandage that contained a blood patch visible from the bandage that wrapped the burly body.

Arista's face was shocked to see William lying weak, both eyes began to be flooded with clear liquid that filled his beautiful eyes. “What really happened.” Arista's murmured slowly moved his legs closer to William's bed.

Arista stopped his footsteps beside William's bed, his hands, body, legs trembling. The flushed nose held up the sobs that were about to break staring at the Uncle he loved lying weakly, covered in wounds.

The heart mixed into one, the shadow that flashed that there was a bulking of both eyes was the last time William found himself, giving a snake-shaped ring. William's awkward smile, laughter, and cold demeanor danced in Arista's memories.

Arista could no longer stand up, he dropped his body on William's stocky body which was only wrapped in bandages. His lips were still frozen as if unable to say anything for now, tears continued to flow even though sobs were not heard from Arista's beautiful lips.

Arista rose to justify his position, he climbed up to reveal William's blanket and entered into William's blanket. Arista tilted his body, both eyes staring at the silken handsome face that was now pale as if without blood flowing to the face.

Arista closed his eyes, his right hand wide open hugging the burly body that only half of his body could reach. Tears continued to flow, still pure red lips moved slowly.

“Uncle. Why is Uncle like this, and why is Uncle not telling Arista if Uncle is in danger. Who, who would do something like this to Uncle. Uncle.”

Sobs can't be contained anymore. “Uncle. Hicks! Hicks! Hiks!” Arista sat down, wiping away the rough tears that kept soaking her smooth face.

Arista re-embraced William's body, shaking the still-unconscious stock of his long sleep.

“Uncle. Wake up Uncle.” Arista took William's weak right hand, sticking it on the wet little cheek. “This is Dinda Arista, a little Vampire who has grown into a mature girl. Uncle now I no longer thirst for blood, nor will I bite Uncle again.” Arista placed his right palm on top of his head. “Arista dare to swear Uncle, Arista promise. The potion that Uncle gave when Arista before leaving school, it was very potent.”

Arista recalled that before he went to school, William had given him a cup of tea that tasted bitter but slightly sweet. The potion that restrains his thirst for pain does not drink fresh blood.

All the way Arista did, but William did not wake up, Arista dropped his body on the burly plane of William who was wrapped in bandages and hugged him. Both of Arista's eyes were closed, the tears that kept flowing now stopped.

Arista who was tired, now asleep in the field of the burly chest of William.

...Dream Arista....

...😪😴😴...

Arista stood in the middle of a garden filled with flowers of various colors and various shapes, butterflies, dragonflies, free-flying birds floating in the air. “That's great, what's this place.” Said Arista raising his face.

“Dinda Arista's. Now you are very beautiful, growing into a very beautiful teenage girl.” There was a woman's voice that was invisible.

Arista turned his body, his head looked around, looking for the source of the sound from where it came and why any woman could know about him. “Who are you?” shouts Arista gazed around the beautiful flower garden.

“It doesn't matter who I am. The most important thing now is that you have to help William, you have to take the purple plants. The plant is tucked inside very beautiful flowers, but you have to be careful. The stem of the flower is thorny, its duration contains toxins that can make you paralyzed for a while and difficult to wake up from your long sleep.” said the woman who did not appear.

Arista's face was visibly upset, he looked up at the group of butterflies, birds, and dragonflies flying freely in the air. “Why do you know about Uncle William? whoareyou? and why should I take it here? Why not in the real world.”

“You are exactly like your Mother when you were young. Never mind, it doesn't matter now. Most importantly, right now you must save William from the life and death of William, only you can treat the wounds made by the Demon King that stabbed William.

So you don't ask any more, I'll tell you what really happened to William. William was pierced by the light of Hell's fire, which was specially made from thousands of centuries to slowly kill opponents.

Hurry Arista. hurry, you must help William immediately. Take a purple flower where no animal can survive on the flower.”, the woman told Arista.

The voice of the woman disappeared, Arista still looks confused by what is meant by the woman without showing her form.

“Alright, if that's what you want a woman without a being. I'll save Uncle and take the flowers.” Arista muttered excitedly.

Arista stepped both feet walking into the flower garden which was full of various flower shapes and colors. Both feet continued to step, but the observant eyes looked one by one where the flowers he passed.

“Violet flower, purple flower. Where you hide purple flowers.” Arista Mumbles slowly.

Arista sat on the beautiful green grass, both legs crossed. The right hand elbow is placed on top of his right thigh, while the chin supports staring around the flower. Both of Arista's eyes were fixed on 1 pile of flowers that were not at all occupied by animals. Arista frowned remembering what the woman said.

“That's him.” Arista got up, he ran closer to the pile of flowers with only a few purple flowers, flower stems filled with thorns.

Arista crouched down, his lower lip bit, his face looked serious, his hands trembling closer to the purple flower. “I was just told, and you thorns don't be naughty.”

Eagerly Arista plucked the purple flower. After obtaining a pile of purple flowers, both of Arista's eyes were on the ground, his body trembling, limp and falling down with his hands both hands still tightly grasping the purple flowers.

...Wake up from a dream....

...🥱🥱🥴...

Arista woke up from a dream, his face bowed staring at the two palms still grasping the purple colored flowers. Confusion and disbelief mix into one, if the flowers he took in the dream follow him to the real world. “Flower.”

...Seriate........