The next morning, or in this case late afternoon, Evan was awoken by the sounds of hurried footsteps scampering around the manor. It seemed the excitement had multiplied tenfold on the actual date of ‘Ms. Malara’s’ birthday. How were vampires even born? Did those t.v shows lie to him? The Nolvas seemed to be well-liked by the humans who lived here. That, or they were just downright afraid of being killed for disobedience.
Having gotten ready for the day, he left his room only to slam face-first into something err… someone. It was Jason. The smaller male rubbed his forehead from the collision, obviously in discomfort.
“Dude is your head made of titanium or something!? Dang, I already got a headache.” Despite his words, there was a pearly white smile to show there were no hard feelings. “I came up here to ask if you’re going to the party today right?”
“I don’t know. I’m not really into those. Not my scene.”
“But it’ll be so much fun! Plus, the Nolvas’ parties aren’t like human parties. Since they’re royalty think of it as more of a ball or something fancy-schmancy like that.”
“That sounds even worse actually.” Jason laughed before hooking his arm with that of his older friend. The two walked together chatting, though it was mostly Jace, until they arrived at the kitchen. Upon inhaling the scent of food another resident was preparing, Evan’s stomach grumbled reminding him just how hungry he was. Had he eaten yesterday? Other than the ice cream? Hm.
“Sounds like a dying whale inside there dude. Let’s save the poor thing and get you some food.” This brought a laugh from a figure behind them, turning to find Chris at the doorway.
“Oh hey. You’re Evan’s dad, right? I haven’t gotten the chance to meet you or your wife yet. You’re never in the manor when I look for you.” Jace walked over, hand outstretched for a handshake. “I’m Jason.”
“Nice to meet you, son. I’m Christopher Daniels. You already know I’m Evan’s father. Thanks for being this kid’s friend.” He placed a warm hand on his son’s head, slightly ruffling it. Evan only pouted and batted his hand away.
“You talk like such an oldie.” His father’s face no longer held its smile, instead filled with horror.
“Old!? I’m not even 50!!”
Jason looked at the duo, laughing along with their playful antics. Soon after, the young duo sat on the counter as Chris searched the pantry.
“I heard you boys were hungry. How about your favourite Ev? You good with teriyaki chicken wraps, Jason?” The name of his favourite food caused Evan’s head to shoot up, hope flashing in his eyes, hope that Jason would say-
“Yeah, that’s alright with me.” Yes, Jason was most definitely his friend now. Chris nodded, turning his attention back to the pantry to prepare the items needed for the dish.
“So, Jason.”
“Jace is fine.”
“Ah alright. Jace. Do you plan on going to the party this evening?”
“Oh definitely. I went to Young Lord Mizak’s birthday last year and it was pretty cool.”
“He’s 18?” Evan raised an eyebrow at the new information. When the two met, he was sure the male was at least 23 or 24.
“He looks older right? It’s probably because of his albinism. Isn’t it weird that he’s an albino though? I mean, that or he’s the most normal vampire I’ve ever seen. All those movies and stories show them with white hair and blue eyes. What vampire can move in the sun?!!” Jace exclaimed with confusion.
“Exactly! I’ve been wondering the same thing for days!” Chris chimed in, the two now engaged in a somewhat serious conversation about vampires. It was strange to see his father talking to his friend, mainly since this was his first friend. Don’t pity him though. He’d never wanted friends in the first place. Friends led you to your death…well that’s what the movies said anyway.
“You boys ought to head off after breakfast to get yourselves some formal wear don’t you think? A fancy event like this is bound to have some well-distinguished guests.” Two plates were placed in front of them, each holding two mouth-watering wraps. The smell alone was enough to knock them into heaven. Wasting no time, they dug into their food, moaning from the delicious taste.
“Holy shit Mr D! You sure you’re not Gordon Ramsey in disguise or something? This shit rocks!” Chris puffed his chest, pride filling him greatly.
“Aww shucks. Ev I like this one. Keep him around alright?”
“Why? So he can boost your ego higher past the clouds?”
“Exactly.” He slipped a few bills under his son’s plate and a few extra for Jason. “Go get yourselves some nice tuxes. Get a haircut. I don’t know. Just make sure you’re presentable.” Planting a kiss on his son’s head and ruffling Jason’s hair, he left the kitchen for whatever reasons.
“Your dad is quite nice huh.” The younger placed a hand on his head, smiling softly at the warmth he’d felt from the man’s hand prior. It was nice to have people to interact with. People who didn’t shun him or call him a ‘Blood Whore’ or the other derogatory words often thrown at him.
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“I guess he’s okay. Hurry up and eat. We gotta leave soon since I have no clue where we go to buy clothes.”
“Dang I wanted to savour this longer. Goodbye, delicious wrap.” It was scarfed down within seconds.
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“Which dress should I wear tonight Miz?” Having received no reply, the female turned to find her brother’s eyes firmly planted on something outside through the window. Peeking over his shoulder, she saw nothing of significance other than the koi pond in the garden.
“Mizak. I know you’d rather be anywhere but here but can you at LEAST pretend to be interested or answer a question when I ask.” More silence followed the request leading her to believe he was now doing it on purpose.
“Why do you even hate mates so much? Just because yours didn’t show up? Oh wow, big whoop it’s not that big a deal. They just weren’t there that day. Doesn’t mean they don’t exist-”
“Can you stop talking and just pick a dress so I can be done babysitting?” Letting out a huff of annoyance, Malara turned to her wardrobe, attention fixed on the sea of dresses that lay within it. Each held its unique elegance causing the choice to become twice as difficult.
“Maybe if I choose this one-” she walked to the changing divider, quickly replacing her everyday clothes with the chosen dress. Stepping out, Mizak finally acknowledged her, eyes trailing her frame in a bored manner from top to bottom in a once-over.
“No.” Disgust rang clear in his voice. The dress was hideous and there was no way he was letting her walk out in that train wreck.
“No what?”
“That dress. No?”
“What? Why? It’s a great dress!”
“Yeah. Great for one of those stupid human proms. This is your first time meeting your mate. They’ll reject you wearing that garbage.” He rummaged through her clothes, tossing aside anything that didn’t catch his interest in a good way. After a while of searching, he finally pulled out a dress he deemed presentable. Malara once again made her way behind the changing screen, stepping out in the elegant black dress.
“DAMN! I look hot!” Mizak only rolled his eyes, waving her off as he exited her bedroom. His plan of hiding in his room till evening, however, was promptly ruined by none either than Volak.
“Do you find joy in disobeying every order I give you or are you too much of an imbecile to comprehend the words I utter? Did I, or did I not, warn you to feed last night before sleeping? Did you think I wouldn’t ask the donors this morning?” Shit. In actuality, he did. That’s exactly what he’d thought. But of course, nothing gets past Volak.
“You are coming with me immediately Mizak or so help me you’ll stay in the cellar for the next thousand years.” A shudder ran up his spine from the threat. The cellar wasn’t a good place for ANYONE to stay in. Volak was the only one who willingly entered the place for what he claimed was ‘Private Business’. It didn’t take a genius to guess what twisted shit the sadistic little fuck was up to down there.
The two made their way to the kitchen, the eldest herding the younger to an area off to the left. The door opened to reveal a young woman sitting upright, a dazed look upon her face as she observed the two. Mizak was roughly shoved towards the woman, a silent demand to hurry up.
“Don’t even think of faking it. I’ll know. Make sure you’re FULL. The last thing we need is for you to go into a blood frenzy and ruin Mal’s day.” Chronicles of a black sheep.
Mizak knelt next to the petite woman who hadn’t spoken a word since they’d entered. Her pupils were blown so wide it was impossible to see the colour of her iris. Donor my ass. This one was a Blood whore as the humans called them.
Gently cupping the side of her head, he tilted it away from her shoulder, exposing the neck. His mouth opened, now hovering over the area he would bite into. Slowly, his fangs elongated, piercing the skin and sinking past the muscle. Immediately, the warm, rich blood flowed like a river into his mouth and down his throat. The itchy, uncomfortable feeling he’d had since the previous night was now replaced by an almost animalistic instinct that wanted more. Of course, he couldn’t overdo it. His punishment would know no bounds if he managed to screw up a feeding today.
So, with something close to reluctance, his fangs retracted, licking over the wound holes he’d created till they were healed and finally pulled away. His stomach was full, yes, but this in no way pleased him. Volak got what he wanted after all. Said brother now made his way out of the room, no longer caring for what happened to the younger, only ensuring nothing went wrong with his feeding.
Mizak looked down at the woman whose blood he’d consumed only to find her staring right back at him in a much… ‘better’ state than when he’d first entered. Strange. Usually, they got worse after being fed on yet here she was, colour returning to her face, eyes now revealing their bright grey rings.
“Young Mizak Nolva.” Her voice. It sent a chill running through him. Almost as though multiple were speaking at once. It left a ringing in his ears as he took an unconscious step away from her. Something within his body blared warnings that this woman, whoever she was, wasn’t a person he should mess with.
“Why the worried look? I’m but a small, frail woman. Surely a strong man of vampiric blood can easily subdue me.”
“Who are you and what do you want?” She laughed lightly, a screeching sound in all honesty that made his ear twitch, what seemed like a headache left his brain pounding against his skull.
“You will know who I am later. As for what I want…nothing in particular. For now, I am here to deliver a message for you and you alone.”
“A message? From who?”
“From Fate, child.”
“Fate? Explain what you mean!” Her smile turned mischievous and immediately, the door behind him was slammed shut, the lock shifting into place despite no one having touched it. The shades of the windows are tightly closed leaving no room for the sunlight to seep through the panes. Despite his ability to see in the dark, he could see no sign of the woman but he surely heard her voice,
“A message from Fate to the one of all white
And one granted the power of sight beyond sight
The time of death comes for those who seek war
Unless two souls combine 1 none lives evermore.”
All white? What two souls? Someone with power? His thoughts scrambled to remember the words he’d just been told, spinning to find no one with him in the room. The door was now unlocked once more and light flooded through the now opened window. He walked over to it, hoping to find some hint to the woman’s whereabouts only to spot a familiar face among the humans entering the gates. Humans entering the gates….SHIT! The time read 8. He was officially an hour late.