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Alexander looked down. He did not know whether to answer truthfully or to answer her honestly, the more she knew the more likely she was of becoming in danger.
He concealed his face, emotionless and straight, he looked to her again and replied," There are, though you should not fear them nor should you fear me, Winifred".
It was true, though had had bitten her, he knew that he was not intentionally a beast.
Winnie swallowed, watching his eyes closely as he spoke, though she found it impossible to read them. She remembered Mabel once telling her that her eyes looked like mirrors sometimes, their dark blue almost reflective of everything she saw. Winifred thought of that now, but Alexander's eyes shown nothing to her, not even a reflected image. Giving nothing, taking everything. She wondered how one's eyes got that way, a passing thought.
"I'm not afraid." The words tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop them. Winifred wasn't sure how true they were, but she knew she would never allow herself to be cowardly. If he was going to kill her, he would have done it by now.
Tentatively, Winnie reached out to touch his shoulder, a reassuring gesture, though she wasn't sure where it came from. Wasn't she supposed to be the one getting reassurance?
Alexander could not understand her reaction to him, his forehead creased as Winifred reached out to touch him, comfort him. He stepped away from the reassurance, he stepped away from her and gave her a confused and disgusted look.
"Why are you trying to reassure me, Winnie? I am a monster! I am a beast!", he shouted, though he was frustrated with himself. Not her.
This situation had happened before, many years ago. A women found out about him and she had ended up being so frightened of him that she had taken her own life, she hung herself.
He stepped forward and grabbed her by the shoulders, looking deep into her innocent eyes and hissing," Look at me! Look at what I am".
He felt himself become the beast; his eyes going red, his fangs extending and a dark aura to him.
"Are you afraid now?", he questioned weakly, as if he had given up and wanted to push her.
Winnie's eyes were wide, the moonlight from the window giving them a silver gleam. She was shocked at his outburst, and yes, her first emotion was fear. People often feared what was unknown or unfamiliar. Winifred knew, however, that fear would get her no where. Besides...there was something about Alexander...something that made it appear that he was trying to convince himself, not her. Winnie couldn't help but pity him. She had to struggle to maintain eye contact, swallowing any terror inside her and speaking to him softly. "No." If he was a monster, why was she still alive? Why had he been answering her questions rationally? Everything was happening so fast and Winifred's head was still spinning, though her dizziness from blood loss was gone.
"I'm not afraid of you." She said once more, surprised that her voice didn't shake. Winnie didn't move an inch. "You're only making me fear for you."
Alexander looked at her, shocked and not understanding. But he was grateful for how she was behaving and at the fact that she was not running away from him, or crying out for help. "Why? Why are you afraid for me?", he asked, shaking his head slightly, trying to get all irrational thought out of his head.
What was he doing?
He looked at her once more and removed his hands from her shoulders and stepping back, giving her the personal space that she most preferred. Alexander had stepped out of his boundaries and broken his own rules, the fool he was.
"No one ever prayed for the devil, even though he was the sinner who needed it most." Winnie found herself replying, the words escaping her lips before absently, before she could stop them or think twice. A monster, a beast...There was no such thing. If there was anything Winifred had learned from all her readings, it was that a villain is just a victim whose story had yet to be told. She tried to give a small smile, to show she was fine, to show things were normal. The corners of her lips just wouldn't bend, though, but her eyes shone bright with compassion. "Alexander..." She began, not really sure what to say.
There was a long pause before she any words out at all, and the question she uttered was the most basic of all of her curiosities. "What time of day is it?"
Alexander let her wise words sink in deep; both to his body and mind. Of course she was right, how could Winnie be wrong? It frightened Alexander how much this particular girl knew, and how her burning curiosity made her personality and who she was spark. Alexander shook his head out and then blinked rapidly, he looked to Winnie and said," It is the afternoon, 12:43 pm".
Her family must have been wondering where she was, not wondering, simply frantic and panicking. Though he could understand why.
Winnie was much too rare to lose.
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((That's fine! I understand and I would love to continue :) ))Winnie watched him for a moment, standing in silence for the longest time. Then, her hand went up to her throat and she rubbed the area where his teeth had been. She dropped her hand, meeting his eyes. "I think I should be getting home....Mr. Vlad." She said softly and quietly. "They'll wonder where I am." She knew her father would be asking all sorts of questions, always concerned about the family's political appearance.
Stepping away from the wall slowly, she took a few steps closer to him. "It's very rude to bite. I should hope you learn some manners by the time I see you again."
Alexander's eyes widened and his dry lips had parted slightly in complete shock. She planned to see him again? He thought this would have frightened her away for at least a while, but it seemed she was not fazed in the slightest. What a women.
"Winnie. It seems you have disregarded my mistake already, and so easily. I would want you to think thoroughly about me before you say that you will see me again", he sighed, glancing down in shame as she stood tall and proud.
He did feel ashamed for what he had done. But he felt more ashamed by how much he still wanted her, and her blood.
Alexander bowed his head and continued quietly," I have a horse and carriage awaiting you, Ms Chevely, my will take you home".
He also noticed that she was not calling him by his first name anymore, though it was expected.
He would stay away.
"I shall inform you that every decision I make is thought out, though it seems my opinions may differ greatly with your own." Winnie lifted her chin up, as she would never, ever lose her pride. Even if he was extremely dangerous and frightening, she would not appear weak. In truth, she was fairly naive, but far from unintelligent. Winnie executed a small, graceful curtsy, one that was obviously very practiced. "And I believe you owe me some explanations for all this. I could never walk through life seeing my world with one eye closed, monsieur." She said, walking towards the door, almost wondering if he would stop her. "Besides, if I am to keep secrets, I should know what those secrets are myself." She made no move to open the door until he agreed to her conditions.
Alexander knew that he was getting himself into more trouble every second that she stayed here, it was also endangering her. Alexander had lived many years, uncountable years, and he had made a lot of enemies. He nodded quickly, standing tall and looking to her with respect," Yes, fine", he agreed.
He would tell her as much as she needed to know and as much as she wanted to know, that was least he could do.
Alexander walked towards the door and opened it for her, he looked into her eyes and said firmly,"Come now, we would not want your family to wonder anymore of where you are".
Winnie nodded once, the only fear in her features was that in the depths of her eyes, nearly unidentifiable. She said nothing as she passed through the open door and entered the hall. Winnie glanced around, thinking this place to be fairly esquisite. She knew she would mever be able to find the exit on her own under any circumstances. She then wondered what her father and Aunt Augusta were doing. Surely they would have an inspector in the parlor, trying to figure out where she was. Darling Mabel would be frantic now.
Winnie was fearful to. She just wanted to go home and live a normal life and forget all of this, but that wasn't in her nature. Winnie needed answers. She knew, though, that she would break down as soon as she was alone. This was all so much...but now she remained semi-composed as she waited for his guidance.
Alexander watched Winnie go out, cautiously and curiously. The hall was exquisite, the walls a dark red and the images that hung on them painted an ancient and gothic image, dark shelfs and books that stood on them were they as he led the way to the stairs. The stairs escalated down in a straight, diagonal way, the floor was a dark wooden floor that shimmered. Alexander was quite proud and fond of his home, it was his own and a place of serenity.
The front door was a black, gothic door that had a glass window with roses. All in all, a very decorative and beautiful place.
He saw the sun shinning slightly and stopped himself there, he opened the door and looked at Winnie," I'm afraid this is as far as I go, Ms Chevely". He looked to her quickly and then glanced down at the ray of sunshine the sun cast upon the stone stairs at his front door.
He moved his hand out slightly and the sun caused his skin to burn into a red, soar looking rash," My skin burns in the sunlight".
Alexander looked down at his hand in the sunlight as he left it in the sunlight a little longer, sizzling and burning slightly.
But he quickly removed his hand and just as quickly as he blinked his hand was healing.
Winnie's eyes roamed as he led her to the door. The place was very grand and gothic looking, making Winifred feel quite small in comparison. She felt as if she were in a castle rather than a building in London. How she would love to explore all the rooms and secrets here! When they reached the door, she was about to ask if he would accompany her when he demonstrated what the sun did to him. She gasped, staring with wide eyes at his hand. "Please stop." She whispered, barely loud enough for anyone to hear. Winnie quickly looked away, a million things racing through her head. She pulled the hood of her cloak up so that it rested on her head and then glanced out at the carriage in the sunlight. The sun seemed like a friend to her now, as for the first time in her life she was afraid of the dark. But how could light be her friend if it could hurt someone so? "Well, I suppose this is goodbye for now." She curtsied to him, some of her dark curls falling to the front. "So long, sir."
"Yes, Ms Chevely. For now, it is". Alexander bowed his head in respect and regret. He did not know if he would be seeing her as soon as he expected, but what he did know was that her curiosity would drive her to see him soon enough.
He stood at the door and watched her, giving her a look of slight worry yet also being quite cold and guarded. He did not want her coming back here, it would be most dangerous for her if one of his creatures saw that she was coming here. However, he still felt as though he wanted her here, as though he would not have minded her spending her days here.
Alexander had to mentally shake his head out, this was not the life she needed to live nor the one that she wanted.
He needed to accept that.
A shadow came up behind him, hiding amongst the darkness that the house allowed.
"She is quite the beauty".
Benjamin. Of course it was him, Esme must also be here then, they were a couple who did everything together and only trusted each other.
Winnie made her way to the carriage, holding up her dress as the driver offered a gloved hand to help her aboard. He then closed the little door behind her and she watched the house dissappear into the distance as they departed. She closed her eyes, trying to clear her thoughts. As she was all alone now in the back of the carriage, she allowed herself to break down a bit. Her pulse was still beating rapidly and her eyes were watery now, face pale with fear. How could any of this be true? Winnie didn't really know how to look at anything anymore. She took a few deep breaths. Never in her life had she been so afraid, yet so intrigued and mistified at the same time. However, she wasn't necessarily afraid of Vlad himself...Once she reached the manor, she was immediately met by Mabel, who was running up to meet the carriage, throwing her arms around Winnie as she stepped out. "Oh, Winnie! We thought something dreadful happened to you!"
"I'm alright, Mabel dear. Where's-" She was cut off by her father's voice in the doorway.
"Winifred Amelia...where have you been? Come inside, quickly now." She complied, following Mabel into the Chevely Manor and into the parlor. Nana, Inspector Erwin, Aunt Augusta, Phillip, and too other men were gathered there."
Alexander watched the carriage move away, as if she was going to leave and never come back now. He hoped she would not, for her own safety and benefit. Who knew what could happen now? Things could get worse or they could get better, but it was much more likely to become worse. "Alexander-", Marcus pressed as he walked behind him, an edge to his voice warning Alexander of his fondness of the girl.
But Alexander quickly turned around, looking at Marcus blankly yet angrily," Do not tell me what I can or can not do, Marcus. I do not need a lecture about right or wrong either, I am not a child, I already understand. Do not press the issue even further".
Marcus observed Alexander, as if he was thinking to himself about what he should do. Though he had no choice, it was Alexanders choice if he wanted to continue talking to Winnie not his and most certainly not theirs!
He hated this. He was a fool to think that things would go unnoticed.
Alexander made his way through his house and towards the library, he needed some time to let his thoughts go astray, to let his thoughts be of something different.
To be out of this world.
"I was just visiting the book store and I hit my head outside. Ms. Winslow took me inside and take care of me." Winnie lied for the twentieth time. "I am so sorry about being out alone, father, but it was early and I didn't want to be a bother." Her father still looked a little aggravated with her, but he stayed composed in front of company."I apologize for the misunderstanding, Inspector. Thank you for your uegency." They nodded to each other before the inspector left, saying that he understood completely. If only he knew what was really happening in his city...
Aunt Augusta shook her head, looking on the verge of hysteria. "Look where this family is going. Helped by common people. Calling in false emergencies. Next we'll be living in boxes!" She always was overdramatic. Eventually she left, as did Phillip after kissing Winnie's hand. The other two men left with father into the study to talk business, leaving only Winifred and Mabel.
"So, what were you really doing last night?" Mabel asked once they were in Winnie's bedroom, raising an eyebrow.
Winnie sighed, sitting on the bed. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Alexander had read many books in his life time, for he had eternity to do so. But somehow he could not concentrate on any of the books that was maintained in his library, his mind kept wondering to Winnie and what the poor girl must have felt like when experiencing all of this. He had never meant for things to go so far.
Alexander shut the book he held in his hand quickly and placed it on the table. His library was a massive room, one that was filled with long tables and shelves and shelves of books.
He had also placed paintings and art all over the room. It was an ancient room, one that brought him peace when his mind was restless.
He let out a big sigh and simply walked towards the window, within the shadow of it so that he would not burn.
"Sir".
His butler, Winston approached slowly from the darkness and bowed his head slightly. Winston was a young man, one who was of an early age, about twenty one. But he was a good butler, he knew all of his masters secrets.
"It is time for your feeding", he mentioned, but Alexander shook his head in reply," Winston, I am very much fed. But thank you".
"Yes sir", Winston replied, but before he left he looked to his master again and continued," Sir, there are also rumours that people have become suspicious of you not walking whilst the sun is out. You should put that ring to use".
"Yes, maybe I shall", Alexander replied, looking out of the window before turning towards his dear butler and smiling slightly.
Winston was right, it was time he put his ring to use, otherwise it would go to no use and simply sit there.
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Mabel was unconvinced. "Winnie, I know somethings up...You look as if you've seen a ghost, darling!" She exclaimed. "Hush." Winnie chastised her, glancing at the closed door. She breathed a sigh of relief, though that feeling dissipated quickly. Winifred stood, moving to the window to gaze outside as she spoke. "A ghost...How strange, I can't seem to agree or disagree. I'm not really sure what's what anymore, Mabel." She paused for a moment. "Have you ever been frightened by something that once seemed so beautiful? It seems I'm losing all my wits now..."
Mabel looked extremely confused. "Are you afraid of something, Winnie? Did someone hurt you? Should I get - "
"No, Mabel. Don't get father..." Winnie bit her lip. "Maybe I was hurt, maybe I wasn't...None of that really matters. The important thing is...I think I may have found a clue. I may be one step closer to discovering about my mother, Mabel."
Her cousin's face turned white. "Winnie, you can't be serious!"
((What should happen next?))
((Hmm, I actually don't have a clue. Maybe we can skip to the night? Hmm, Alexander could visit a bar that sells blood and is for vampires but sees Winnie there because she had received an anonymous tip. If you don't like it, you can tell me, because I'm not even sure))
((That sounds good to me. :) ))
Alexander had decided to try out a bar deep into the streets of London. Marcus had told him of the infamous vampire bar that sold blood to its customers, proven that of course they were indeed vampires. He had made it just on time to see that a human had been sacrificed on stage, the place already disgusts him. But Alexander needed to eat. He had better eat here than eat somewhere and someone on the streets.
The bar tender gave Alexander one look and gave him a glass of blood, he did not question him nor did he give him any curious looks.
All Alexander could see was a stage, vampires laying around on sofa cushions and love seats, drinking from humans who offered it and opium filled the room.
What a pleasant sight it was.
Winnie walked down the darkened streets of London with the hood of her cloak hiding her face. She kept her gaze down whenever she passed suspicious looking citizens. She had read all sorts of things about the tricks people pulled when the sun went down. But, Winnie had to take the risk. She had recieved a letter that simply gave her an address to go to and a name. SykesSwallowing her fear, she found the bar she was looking for and pushed the door open hesitantly. It seemed like everyone had had too much ale.
And just being there made her head start spinning.
She walked to the counter, attracting attention from some customers. Most just figured she was here to offer herself or something. But, of course, she carried the air of someone wealthy and proper, unlike all the other humans here...
"Excuse me." She said to the bartender in a low voice. "I'm looking for Sykes."
Alexander's eyes widened and his ears flared as he heard the girl talk. He could spot that voice from a mile away: Winnie. What was she doing here? Did she not know what consequences she could face?
But Alexander stayed put, he did not approach nor did he make himself obvious to her. He wanted to know why she was here, and he would get that answer.
He shifted himself so that he had his back on the bar and the glass of blood to his mouth, sipping it slowly and carefully.
The bartender narrowed his eyes at Winnie and leaned forward across the counter. "You want to talk to Sykes, eh?" He asked solemnly. Then, his demeanor changed. The bartender chuckled in disbelief. "Yeah, right, lady. Though I don't blame you for wanting him." He let out a sigh. "So, you here to get an adrenaline rush? I'll announce that we have a new doner." Suddenly, Winnie stuck out her hand to touch his arm. Something about the man changed then. "I said, I'm here to see Sykes."
The bartender blinked a couple of times, as if in a momentary daze. "You think...you think that stuffs going to work on me, eh?" He let out a heavy laugh. Then, he did make an announcement. "Hey, guys!" He called to a few vampires sitting on a couch. "I got some fresh stuff for you here."
Winnie felt fear rise up into her chest as the men came towards her. She certainly wasn't here to...Oh, she needed to think fast! "I'm sorry, gentlemen. Your friend here is mistaken. I have no intention of-" One of the men grabbed her roughly and she gasped.
Alexander got in between the vampire and Winnie, he would not tolerate such behaviour towards a women who needed the utmost respect. He could not take the sight of her being hurt, just thinking about how he hurt her made him feel sick. Alexander hissed at the vampire viciously and shouted," You do not touch her!". He held onto the vampires wrist and squeezed more and more tightly until the vampire let go of Winnie's wrist.
Then he looked around to all of the vampires, his long black coat swishing with him. His eyes a red colour and his fangs drawn low in a threatening manner," No one touches her".
The bar had gone awfully quiet, no one said anything or even moved a muscle. So Alexander walked to the bartender and slammed him against the wall, his hand around the bartenders neck and looking deep into his eyes. "Now", he pushed on," Where is Sykes? I believe the lady asked you a simply question, now answer before I tear you limb from limb as simply and easily as a lion rips through flesh".
"Alexander!" Winnie exclaimed in surprise. She was relieved to see him there...but also a little mortified. She still wasn't sure how to feel about him, and she certainly didn't want him knowing what she was up to. But, without him, Winnie would have been a goner."He ain't here!" The bartender cried out, frantic yet still trying to hold onto his anger. "I haven't seen him in weeks, neither. No one knows where he is!" He struggled under Alexander's grip.
Winnie knew he was telling the truth. She would have to find another way to reach him. She let out a sigh, lowering her hood. Winnie was wearing red and black today, which seemed a little dark for her. "Alexander." She said softly, putting a hand on his shoulder, obviously a little disappointed.
Alexanders grip loosened on the mans neck, until finally he let him go and the man had fallen to the floor, gasping for a breathe. He looked to the bartender and said firmly," If you say him, tell him Alexander is looking for him". The creatures in the bar looked to them and started to murmur a few things, they knew who he was.
Finally, he turned on Winnie and looked at her with some disappointment and anger.
"What do you think you are doing coming to a bar this late and by yourself?", he asked, being a little bit too firm and harsh on her.
Winnie felt a little nervous under the scrutinization of the people in the bar. No doubt they were wondering what she was doing here. But they all seemed to recognize Alexander...and Winnie wondered if they feared him. But all of her anxieties vanished when Alexander turned on her. She met him with a defiant, incredulous expression. Who did he think he was? He had no control over her. Even if Winnie was afraid of him, she wouldn't be told what to do. "Excuse me for excersing my freedoms, Sir Vlad." She said, annoyance clear in her tone. "What I do is none of your business. And I can take care of myself just fine. You didn't need to interfere."
Alexnader looked at her with no regret, he did not regret being worried for her, he did not regret telling her off about coming to a dangerous place. "Do you not understand what is out here in the dark streets of London, Miss Chevely?", he asked, having a slightly bitter tone with her and leaning forward to make sure that her eyes were only on him. So she could see how much of a monster he was and to see that monsters roamed around doing as they pleased in the dark of London.
"This bar that you came to alone is filled with vampires that could have easily drained you of your blood or killed you", he stated, more softly but still firm. He was just trying to look out for her. That was all.
Winnie's eyes burned with a mixture of stubborness and astonishment. Who did he think he was, anyway? She would not be spoken to like a child! It didn't matter how dangerous things were. Winnie would not be treated like some pathetic little china doll who could break at the drop of the hat. "And what is your point, Sir? Should I simply lock myself away so that I will never be harmed?" She demanded, matching his fire with some of her own. "I make my own decisions and if I want to be reckless, I'll be damned if I let you stop me. Nothing has changed in this world except my awareness, Alexander. I shall not live in fear."She finished her passionate cries with an exasperated sigh. Then, she met Alexander's eyes for a moment more before turning on her heel. She walked out of the bar with her chin up, wondering if he would follow or not.
((So sorry for this extremely late reply! I never got a notification)) Alexander watched her walk away from him, and with her his heart followed.
She was too much of the past, she reminded him of everything he had lost in the centuries before. Why? Why was it like that?
Alexander did not know what he should do, should he have chased after her or should he have given her some space to wonder and some time to heal. But he forgot all of that and went with what he felt like he needed to do.
He chased after her, grabbed her hand instead of her wrist and looked into her eyes.
"I do not want to keep you locked up from the world, I want to keep you safe. I do not want to see you hurt as I had hurt you before", he sighed, he looked away from her and rubbed his forehead.
"I have grown very fond of you, and your company, and I am sorry for that", he said, having more emotion in a sentence then he had ever felt in the life times he had lived.
Winnie looked at Alexander in surprise when he grabbed her hand. She couldn't think to pull away, though, even as he made that little confession of his. It took her a moment to gather her thoughts and figure out how to calm her erratic heartbeat. Then, Winifred felt the world crash down around her. "Alexander....I'm sorry." Were the first words she managed to say. Winnie was afraid for him, not of him...Though he was a little frightening, too. She took as a step back, her hand falling from his. "Please, I - you mustn't stay in London. My father - " Before she could finish the frantic thought, a carriage pulled up beside them. The door opened to reveal a butler from the Chevely manor, Desmond McAllister. He was in his forties, with a touch of gray in his dark hair and eyes that seemed much older. "Lady Chevely, thank the heavens I've found you. Come along, child, you shouldn't be out like this." His voice was calm, steady, and full of authority that was unexpected from a man of his station. The next thing Winnie knew, she was being ushered into the carriage and the horses led it away before she could breathe another word to Alexander Vlad.
She was sorry? Alexander's eyes widened in utter shock and surprise, he had not expected such a response from her. Instead he had expected her to be even madder and resentful towards him, though she was not that at all. But as he looked into her eyes he saw some sort of hurry in them, she was forcing out words that were stumbling and falling upon each other.
"Winnie", he whispered, looking at her. Before he knew could further the simple conversation they had, a carriage had arrived and in it a man. A butler probably, since he was dressed like one and addressed Winnie with such formality.
He looked into her eyes once more, both pleading and sad, yet glad and eager for him to get away from the mess he had become.
He watched the cart trot away from him, not knowing whether he'd see her again or not.
When Winnie arrived home, she was greeted by her father in the parlor...Though it was certainly not a warm welcome. Her father was standing with his arms crossed, wearing a long black coat and a stern expression. At his belt, something shiny and deadly gleamed in the dim lighting. "Winifred, where have you been? I specifically told you that you were not to - ""I'm sorry!" She blurted out, feeling a little defeated. "I was at the library. I guess I just lost track of the time." She lied, looking down.
He narrowed his eyes at her. "We'll discuss this later. Right now, I have a meeting to attend." He said curtly as he walked towards the door. He paused with his hand resting on the handle. "You have had your training, Winifred, but you are not yet ready. The time will come, just be patient." And then he was gone, leaving Winnie feeling sick and full of fear. She had had no clue that Alexander was a vampire until he bit her. Now, she was starting to question everything she thought she knew...
Alexander wandered through the streets of London, seeing nothing but drunks resting near bars and whores begging near whore houses. It occurred to Alexander that London was not at all what he expected, though he had heard that there were the rarest of beauties here.
He could see that. He thought of Winnie and what she may have wanted to say to him as she got in the carriage. But he pushed all of that away.
Once he got home he numbly made his way into his office, slumping himself down on the chair and placing his head in his hand. One of his many butlers appeared before him, a black man of an African tribe he had met in his time in Africa. The man thought of Alexander as his responsibility and someone to guard.
"Sir", He said, his accent thick and rich "May I pour you some whiskey?".
"Yes, Adisa", he replied. Adisa meant the one who is clear, therefore Alexander trusted much of his judgement on matters. Adisa had light brown eyes that shone a slight red in the sunlight, his face marked with tribal tattoos and his Afro hair well put. He was a tall man, a well built and strong man that could defend himself properly.
Winnie let out a breathe she didn't know she was holding as she headed towards her room. Her nanny was there in an instant, bustling into the room and tidying things up absent-mindedly as she spoke. "Sweatheart! What ever is the matter?" She exclaimed, noticing Winnie's expression of horror. Nanny Elsa moved over to her and wrapped an arm around her. "You feel cold, Lady Chevely. Let me draw you a hot bath. Afterwards, maybe we can talk over tea, hm?" Elsa was already heading towards the door."Elsa, you know that isn't my name." Winnie said quietly, looking down.
The old woman froze, back turned to Winnie. "Yes, Lady Fairbanks." Fairbanks was a well known name...to the hunters. Elsa sighed. "You've been out a lot lately. Surely you're not always looking at books, dear."
Winnie stared at the woman's grayed hair. "I'm tired. I just want to go bed now. Please leave the matter alone." Her tone was much harsher than she had meant it to be. Winnie never spoke to Elsa like that...or anyone.
The woman sighed again as she left the rooms without a word, leaving Winnie alone, trying to sleep with a million thoughts swirling through her mind.
Adisa had poured him a whiskey, he poured him whiskey after whiskey after whiskey. A vampire was not easily under the influence, in fact most vampires never felt the drunk behaviour at all, depending on how much they drink.
Alexander was thinking of nothing and everything all at the same time, thinking of how much of a fool he was to let himself feel this way about Winfred Chevley. But who was she really?
"Sir", Adisa said, as Winston, Alexander's youngest butler, walked in properly and high.
"We have some information about Miss Winfred Chevley", Winston added, his voice quite demanding.
Alexander sighed and spun his chair towards the window in his office, his towards them both as he said," I do not care for information now, I do not want to know. Please leave me".
"Are there others like you?" She said after the long lull in conversation, her voice no more than a whisper. Winnie kept her eyes on the ground, not able to reach his eyes.